Troping Through the Snow by Alexa Riley

Time somehow speeds up and or stands still, I can’t really tell. But when I’m kissing her, I feel her kissing me back, and she’s telling me everything she can’t form into words. She’s hungry and hurt, but she’s also tender and so damn sweet.

“Bed,” she orders, but I shake my head.

“No.”

Her legs wrap around my waist, and I bury my face in her neck as I press her against the counter and she grinds against me.

“Here’s fine too.”

“Stop rushing me,” I say, pulling back and looking at her. “All we had before was a quick goodbye, but this time, I won’t be put on a countdown. You’re mine now, Luna, and I’m taking as long as I want.”





CHAPTER 5





LUNA





“Ryder,” I moan because he’s driving me insane. Somehow he’s stripped off all of my clothes, but all of his are still on.

“You’re so damn soft.” His mouth travels along my thigh as he kisses me everywhere except where I need it the most. “Silk.” He moves up my inner thigh, and I start to beg.

“Please.” I’ve tried being patient, and I love that he wants to take his time, but I’m not sure I can last much longer. It’s too much. Even the sight of Ryder on his knees between my legs is enough to bring me to the edge of orgasm.

“And you tried to tell me that this pussy wanted someone else?” He blows against the wet folds of my sex. “Your little clit is begging for me to taste it.” He licks his lips, and his tongue grazes across it. I whimper, and my face gets hotter. There’s no denying how badly my body wants him.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, sweets. I already know it’s mine.” As much as I want to tell him it’s because of his arrogance, he would only call me on the lie. It doesn’t matter that I ran; Ryder has never left me. My body knows who it belongs to because he’s the only one that’s ever brought it to life. It was Ryder that gave me those flickers of desire deep inside me.

“It’s yours,” I agree. I expect to get a cocky comment or a smug smirk, but I don’t. What I get instead is what I’ve been dying for.

He buries his face against my sex, and the first orgasm hits me fast. I scream out his name as my hips try to buck, and I’ve never cum so hard or fast in my life. Then again, I’ve only ever done it to myself with Ryder in my fantasies. The first time I really touched myself was one night when I’d been staying over at my dad’s and Ryder was there.

“Fucking sweet,” Ryder groans as his mouth feasts on me. He soaks up every drop while spurring my body to give him more.

“Oh god.” I grip the side of the counter when he thrusts his tongue inside.

“So damn tight.” He replaces his tongue with one thick finger and then another while his tongue teases my clit.

“It’s too much,” I moan while his fingers work inside of me. “I’m too full.”

“You can take more, and you’re going to let me do it.” My eyes catch his, and the intensity of his gaze sears right to the center of my heart. I know he’s been waiting right along with me these two years because his hunger and need is right there for me to see.

“Take it.”

“Plan to,” he says before he hooks his fingers inside of me and his mouth locks around my clit. The combination sends me into another orgasm, and the pleasure cascades through my body before it lingers on my skin.

“Ryder?” I blink open my eyes when my back presses against the soft mattress. I didn’t even know we’d moved.

“I know I said I was going to take my time, but feeling you cum against my mouth and your pussy locking around my fingers was too much. I need inside of you so I can feel it on my dick.” He pulls his shirt off over his head, and I slip off the bed and drop to my knees in front of him. “Luna,” he warns.

“I’m only helping.” I go for his belt, and he catches my hands to stop me.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Scared you’re going to pull my hair too hard while you thrust down my throat?” Ryder drops his head back to stare up at the ceiling. I’m a tad surprised I said it myself, but it’s what I was thinking he might do.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” He releases my hands, and I think I’ve won until he grabs me, lifting me off the floor to place me on the bed.

“Not on the floor.” I hurry to my knees again, realizing what he means.

“You were on the floor.”

“That's different.” I start to argue but the words get trapped in my throat when Ryder’s cock springs free from his jeans. “It will fit,” he says when he sees my expression. “You were made to take it, sweets.” He leans down and kisses me as his fingers grip my hair, and any worry I had fades away.

I reach out and wrap my hand around his cock, wanting to feel him. Ryder groans and gives me a warning. “Just a taste.”

Leaning in, I brush the head of his cock against my lips. The small bead of cum from the head coats them before I wrap my mouth around the tip. Ryder’s fingers tighten in my hair when I try to take more of him.