You reach instantly for him, swiping a quick wet from the tip before he swats your hand away, watching you raise your finger, staring at your tongue eager for the taste. His hands stop you and you hiss, goosebumps flicker instantly across your skin.
“Winter, sweetheart.”
Undaunted, you have your taste, fingers tangle between your lips. You think of your bed that needs a change, laughs at the unnecessary and pushes him backwards. You want to end this day the same way it started; sated and tasted of him.
“Then we should warm up.” You grasp him, tugs, mad-filled; ready.
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