Snowman
by Ravyn
Snowman
by Ravyn
As I look out the frost-painted windows I can see the snowman that we made yesterday. I remember laughing when Reyn said he had a better place for the carrot than on the snowman's face. Then I laughed even harder when he realized that all we had were baby carrots. You would have thought that I had castrated our creation's snowballs myself.
I feel his hand slide under the back of my shirt as he comes to stand behind me, his other hand resting on my belly. He pulls me gently back until I am resting against him; both of us watch as the snow falls once more.
I think of how many times we have stood in this same spot over the past year. Spring days when we watched the baby birds take their first flight, summer evenings and the fireflies that swarmed the yard; the mornings that I stood and thought about what my life had been before Reyn brought me here and late afternoons while I watched for him to come home from work. How quickly he became the focus of my days and nights.
Lips nuzzle their way under my hair and kiss the back of my neck, the hand on my belly tugging at my shirt and lifting it, exposing the skin on my stomach to the fingers that have begun to wander lazily. My Reyn is a very tactile person. It is his way of connecting with those he cares about and with me, let's just say that if I am within reach he is touching me. I would have it no other way for I have to touch him also. Though for me it's because I still don't believe he is really here. I wake in the morning and reach for him because he is a dream that I thought would never come true.
A nip to the tip of my ear brings me back to awareness, a soft chuckle letting me know that my daydreaming had been noticed, and the hand that was on my back now on the hem of my shirt joining its companion. A softly spoken, "lift your arms" and I'm obeying. My shirt is soon lying on the hardwood floor of the living room, Reyn's quickly following.
His arms wrap around me and hold me tight, my back against the warmth of his chest. I feel a slight quiver in my blood for I know how this will end and I'm anticipating it. I want him - I always have. He gives me what others haven't - his love.
I'm sure he feels the slight trembling that the thought of him brings about and his lips are soon on my shoulder. Kisses, soft and barely there, are dropped along my shoulder blades as he moves down my back. They mark a trail that he has followed many times. I drop my head forward and pull my hair over my shoulder to give him better access to my back. His hands are busy with the zipper to my jeans as he kneels behind me and sucks at the skin on my lower back. I have teased him that I should get a tattoo there because then he wouldn't have to continually mark me. He said to forget it. He enjoys sucking me - a line he delivers with that wicked glint in his green eyes.
Mere moments pass and my jeans are mating with my shirt on the floor and Reyn is lapping me, bringing out the sounds he wants to hear. My hands press against the frosted window to give me stability as he slowly and thoroughly tonguefucks me.
It doesn't take long and my head is lying on my hands, my breaths fogging up the inside of the window as the frost covers the outside. My world has narrowed until it is nothing more than the man behind me; not that my world is ever more than that. He is my everything.
His mouth follows the trail it blazed as he stands and moves away to strip. I hear myself whimper at his loss. I know why he has stepped away but I am still not happy with it. I want to feel him against me, in me. I want him to be buried in me.
A 'shh' is whispered into my ear a second before a cool finger is rubbed around my hole. Somehow he has managed to find lube and slick up his fingers while I stood whimpering for him. I am always grateful that he can function at times like these; though it is his fault when I can't.
I spread my legs and lean further forward, his finger slipping inside me. My hips rock forward and back as he slips a second finger into me and stretches me. Reyn touches my back with his other hand. I want him in me and now. Another low rumble of a laugh and I know that I am talking out loud. Someday I'll be able to be in this position and not let him get me to the point that I don't know what I'm doing.
Yeah right. Like that will ever happen.
Too soon and not soon enough and he is pulling away from me. I hear the slight slipping sound as he spreads lube on his cock. Then he is there, the head of his cock nudging at my hole. I relax and I feel him slide in as we give twin sighs of need and contentment.
One arm is wrapped around my waist and the other on my hip as he pulls me back into his lazy thrusts. This is going to be one of those times where he makes me insane before I'm allowed to come.
My upper body is pressed to the cold glass while my lower body is pressed to his heat.
He is whispering to me to watch the snow fall. As if I can be aware of anything but him as he slides in and out of me in that unhurried rhythm that is tonight's dance. Our music is the soft hush that is the falling snow. Our dance is as graceful as the one that the swirling white flakes are performing.
Just as a storm grows in intensity so does our lovemaking. Reyn entwines his fingers with mine on the window, his thrusts coming harder and faster. I turn my head to find his mouth, kisses shared as he fucks me harder. The wind picks up outside, the storm mirroring the one we share. Harsh breathing, soft moans, my whimpers and Reyn's growls rattle the pane of glass from the inside as the snow turns to ice and crashes against the window.
As with any storm this one too must end and I feel the tingling at the base of my spine that signals the end. Reyn knows my body as well, perhaps better, than I do and he bends his knees slightly and fucks me, his cock now hitting my gland with every inward thrust.
Need blossoms within me as he lowers his head and bites my shoulder, sucking up the skin between his teeth. He marks me even when no one else will see it. Though there is no need for my soul has his mark upon it. I am his.
A fact he brings to the fore as he lets go of my hip and wraps his hand around my cock, pumping me in tandem to his thrusts. His teeth break through my skin as I hear him growl. Heat floods me as he comes inside me, setting off my own release. I come, spilling over his hand and onto the window.
Reyn continues to move inside me, nuzzling under my ear. His growls have turned to purrs.
Pulling out gently, he wraps his arms around my waist and holds me as my breath returns to normal.
My eyes are drawn to the snowman that guards our home and I laugh.
It appears that carrots can grow even in the middle of winter.
Thanks to Twitchwhisker
