Page 26 of Snowbound with My Dad's Best Friend

All these years later, and I still turn into putty when I’m around him.

He has full control over my emotions…

My mouth falls open as we both gasp when only the tip pushes into me.

It’s like a teaser of what’s to come, and I’m growing more and more impatient.

My body practically trembles for him.

“Please,” I beg. I need you…” My eyes close momentarily as my brows drop. But they shoot back open, and I gasp loudly as he pushes his entire length into me, bottoming out.

“Fuck!” I cry as he thrusts into me again and again, each time faster than the last.

He releases my hands and rests on his knees as his fingers dig into the skin of my hips.

He uses this leverage to pull me into each of his thrusts, using me as his own personal sex toy.

I have no complaints.

The most pleasurable part about this entire experience is watching how much Steven is enjoying me, how much he’s missed me.

Seeing the pleasure on his heated face and the way his hands frantically touch me as if he can’t get enough, it drives me.

His breathing is faltering and more rapid as his speed picks up.

I can see he’s close, but he’s holding back.

Probably feeling the same way I am; we don’t want this moment to end.

We’ve been away from each other far too long.

“I can’t stop,” he groans. “You feel so good…”

His voice trails off toward the end, and my legs now wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of me.

Now, it’s his turn to feel as good as I felt earlier when I let go of everything. I want to feel how much he’s missed me.

“Fuck,” he moans deeply between his clenched jaw. “Becca.”

The moment he whispers my name, I feel him unload, soon filling me up.

His head drops exhaustingly against my shoulder as we both try to regulate our breaths.

I knew that I missed everything we used to have back in the day, but I had no idea it had gotten this bad.

After a few silent moments, Steven pushes himself off of me and sits pantless on the couch beside me.

“Well, that was something,” he chimes up.

A giggle escapes me as I sit up and nod, agreeing with him.

I knew this could be a possibility when coming over tonight, but I assumed I’d be stronger than I was.

Fuck…Why does he make me so weak?

Clarity comes back to me once I look around at the scattered clothing and shoes.

This is bad.