A Snowflake Wish

A mewling cry broke through the silence of the bedroom when he removed his hand from her sex; it was a cry of impatience tha

t January couldn’t control.

Deckard donned the condom in record time and crawled onto the bed above her. He held his cock as he approached her entrance, rocking his hips to slide his erection up and down her slickness. It was all too much for January. She wanted to feel him inside her more than she wanted anything else in her life at that moment.

January didn’t have to wait long.

She expected him to plunge himself to the hilt, take what he wanted, but he thrust in and out of her channel inch by painstaking inch. It was driving her mad, but she knew it was because he wanted her body to adjust to his size. When he made it as far as he could go, January had never felt so full. And it was magnificent.

January could see that it was taking a significant amount of effort for Deckard to keep from rocking into her at a grueling rate. The vein in his neck pulsed. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “More.”

Deckard slid his hands under her body and gripped her bottom, squeezing her flesh as he began to thrust again. January had to reach up and hold onto her headboard to keep her body from moving up the bed.

“Oh my. . .” her words trailed off as Deckard leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, never pausing his lunges.

Her body felt like it was on fire and the only way to extinguish the burn was to find her release.

“Turn over.”

January had to pry her fingers from her headboard and then she was flipped over before she took her next breath. With his steely grip, Deckard pulled her hips into the air and plunged inside her sex once more.

January gasped at the intrusion. He was deeper this way, somehow. She had always wanted to be adventurous in the bedroom, but her poor taste in men left her always on her back when they had sex. She had a hard time asking for what she wanted. It seemed Deckard had a wide array of things up his sleeves. This position was new and was quickly becoming her favorite as Deckard’s cock hit a spot no man had ever found before.

Her own body began to respond as it rocked back against every one of Deckard’s thrusts. His hips smacked against her bottom and thighs with every push and it was one of the greatest sounds January had ever heard, trailing only behind the groans and grunts coming from Deckard.

January’s core began to clinch and she knew that she was getting close to the pinnacle. It was in reach now and she could almost touch it. But then she found herself turned over onto her back again.

“I want to see your face when you come with me inside you.”

January couldn’t argue with him, she wanted to see his face when he came too.

This position was one January was familiar with, but she should have known that everything with Deckard would be better. He leaned over her, his arms on either side of her head, but he never slowed his movements.

It didn’t take long for January to feel that her release was just in reach again. Instinctively her hands loosened their grip on her covers and she lifted them to touch his back, her short nails scratching at his smooth skin just below his shoulder blades.

“Yes!” she cried out as her orgasm surged through her body. Her muscles erupted in waves around his shaft that continued to drive in and out of her.

“That’s it. Fuck, I’m going to come.”

His already punishing pace increased, but January was too lost in her orgasm to adjust her limbs.

Deckard’s body stilled above her as his hips jerked a few times, his release spilling into the condom. He curved his back to rest his sweat-soaked head on January’s chest. She loved that he was seeking her for comfort after his exertion at sending them over the edge.

She scraped her fingers up and down his back and could feel each heavy intake of breath as if it were her own. Nuzzling her chest, Deckard squeezed his arms under her back and held her to him, resting his body fully against her. He was heavy with all of his muscles, but she didn’t care, she wanted his comfort as much as he wanted hers.

January bent her legs on either side of his hips and cradled his large body, using one of her hands to comb through the wet strands of sweat-soaked hair on his head while the other continued to scratch his back.

His warm breath floated across her cooling skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “I just need another minute, then I’ll be ready.”

Her motions halted immediately. “Ready for what?” She was afraid that he was referencing that he planned to leave, and that was the farthest thing from what she wanted.

Deckard propped his chin on her breastbone to look at her in confusion. “For another round. . .” He let the comment hang in the air around him.

“Oh, I thought you meant something else.” Embarrassed, she flicked her hand in the air as she spoke. He captured the limb with his own and intertwined their fingers. Blue eyes searched hers, and when he realized what she had been referring to, his eyebrows raised in shock.

“You thought I was going to leave?” January wasn’t positive, but he sounded almost hurt by her assumption, and she hated that she was the cause.