Page 25 of Snowbound with My Dad's Best Friend

His eyes drink in my now naked body like he’s been dehydrated for days.

Something flashes in his eyes, something hungry for me.

The look he gives me causes goosebumps to erupt across my naked skin.

His knees drop back down on the couch, strategically between my legs, as one of his nudges mine to create enough room.

As he lowers on top of me slowly, I gasp, and it makes a shaky sound in my throat.

I’ve fantasized about the moment I’d reconnect with him for years, but I never expected it to actually happen.

Now, here I am, my body practically begging to be touched.

His fingertips trace up my inner thigh, and they begin to shake uncontrollably, anticipating his next move.

The moan that comes from my lips is louder than expected as his finger slips into my already dripping pussy.

It’s been a very long time since anyone’s touched me like this…

It’s been since the last time he did.

He doesn’t know this information, though, and I don’t plan on telling him.

My toes curl the moment his finger does, rubbing against my sweet spot softly.

His free hand grips my leg that’s closest to the edge of the couch, and he pushes it off so my foot is now touching the ground.

His jaw clenches, and he bites his bottom lip. “That’s what I want,” he grunts, his tone grainy as his head dips down and his tongue immediately finds my sensitive clit.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp sweetly as my eyes close, wanting to savor every second.

My hand grips the back of his hair, pressing him harder against me as my legs lift and now rest on his shoulders.

My hips begin to thrust involuntarily against his mouth.

I know I’m close, and judging by his moan, he must know as well.

It never took him long to get me off in the past, and it’s evident that he hasn’t lost his magical touch.

My whimpers grow more rapid, as do my hip thrusts, and I cry out in the empty air.

“Steven!” I scream as I begin to orgasm against his tongue.

He laps every last bit up and wipes his mouth as he sits up and grins.

As I stare up at him and try to catch my breath, his grin falters, and that look flashes in his eyes once more.

The one that craves every single inch of my body, the look that screams his need to devour me.

I can’t stand the empty feeling I now have, aching for him to fill me up.

I reach forward and lightly grip his erection, sliding my hand up and down his length.

His eyes close as a groan slips from his throat.

Suddenly, his hands grip both my wrists and hold them above my head.

The tip of his penis presses against my opening, and I’m anticipating how good it’s going to feel once he enters me.