Cannon pulls me to him, kissing me and letting his teeth drag against my lower lip as his thumbs slide the straps of my bra down my shoulders. I wore the only pretty undergarment I own just so he could see me in it. I unclasp the hooks at my back and let the garment fall to the ground with the rest of our clothing as he pushes his head against mine so he can take in my bare breasts. The freezing air tightens my nipples into hard buds that ache for his touch. I arch instinctively as his hand glides up my spine, lifting my tits to encourage his mouth to taste them. He takes the hint, suckling one into a raw peak, his tongue swirling around the tip while I moan and lift one of my legs to hook around his hip.
In a swift, smooth movement, Cannon lifts me against him again, supporting my legs while I steady myself with my arms around his neck. His tongue draws lines like a map around my neck and jaw as he circles us so we’re positioned to fall on our pile of clothes on the ground. He lowers to one knee before breaking our kiss and resting me on my back atop our sweatshirts. I pant wildly as he stands, straddling me, his erection so strained that it peeks out of the top of his boxers and pants.
“I have condoms,” I admit, biting my lip and reaching into the back pocket of my jeans. I pull out two and hold them up.
Cannon takes the packets in his hand and holds my stare with a crooked smile.
“You’re the one who brought condoms. Goddamn,” he says, shaking his head with a breathy laugh.
I shrug, shivering and wanting his warmth on top of me stat.
“I’m a modern woman. What can I say?”
Truth is, I have an honest relationship with my mom, and she knows I have been sexually active. I got the talk in sixth grade, even though I was a virgin until I was sixteen. Condoms are things that are just purchased along with the rest of my feminine stuff.
My body clenches as Cannon slides his pants down his hips and his very large penis springs free. While he tears the packet open and rolls on the condom, I unbutton and unzip my jeans, lifting my hips to prepare myself for sliding them down my legs. Cannon stops me before I can, parting my legs and dropping to his knees. He covers my hands with his and stares at my bare stomach with his mouth hung open, hungry.
“Please let me do this. It’s part of the fantasy I have lived for the last two nights.”
“Only two?” I tease.
He smirks and briefly meets my gaze.
“Fine, three,” he jokes.
I bite at my lip, mostly because I’m nervous and want to look sexy. I’m not afraid of the act; I’m afraid of the change that follows sex. I more than like Cannon, and he has the power to crush me if he wants to. All of the hazing and teasing in the world wouldn’t compare to a broken heart from him.
As if he can hear my thoughts and worries, he bends down and draws my lips up with a soft kiss, whispering against them as he lifts my hips and drags my jeans and panties down my thighs.
“So, so beautiful,” he says.
My eyelids flutter closed, the rush of cold mixing with my hot core as he says that tiny phrase over and over until I feel him push my pants completely free from my body. We’re out here in nothing but thick socks, and it’s oddly hot as fuck. Sitting back between my legs, Cannon brings my knees up, then runs his hand along my thighs until his thumbs press into my swollen center, sliding over the slick skin and sending shockwaves through my body that force me to rock uncontrollable with his touch.
“Oh, my God,” I cry out, already feeling the threat of an orgasm.
I arch my back but open my eyes, wanting to see his face when he enters me. I feel his tip slide against my skin and both our mouths open in awe, our breaths held until he slowly pushes in, eyes locked on mine to make sure I’m okay, that I’m all in.
I stretch to fit him, the burn of his size subsiding into silk as he rocks into me. I cling to his back, my nails digging into his skin, leaving scratches along the hard surface of his thick muscles. We find our rhythm, his gentle movements growing faster and more urgent as he bends his head down, the tips of his hair tickling against my cheeks. I raise my chin until our lips meet, and we nibble at each other between pants and half-breaths.
My chest beads with moisture and I swear steam rises from our bodies. I lift my knees to hug him against me, wrapping my legs around him to hold him to me tight while he pushes into my very core, hitting places inside that threaten to break wide open with pleasure every time his hot skin passes against mine.
I let my arms fall above my head while he cradles me between his forearms and holds up his body weight to gaze into my eyes. The ground beneath my head is damp from the recent snow, and my hair sticks to sharp twigs poking out of the ground. But my body is protected, Cannon quick to shield my skin with his hands as we move together. He swells inside me when my
