The Snow Prince - Raleigh Ruebins Page 0,44
kiss you? All of the time?”
“Yes,” I said. “I think I have an idea how that might feel.”
My cock felt absolutely trapped underneath my pants. I’d been hard ever since Henry and I had been alone, but now that he was this close to me, I was aching. All at once I felt like I couldn’t move a muscle but also like I wanted to pounce on him, to tear the rest of his clothes off and cover his body with my tongue.
Henry’s fingertips trailed across my chest, brushing over my nipples as he moved upward to my shoulders. I let out a groan and involuntarily bucked my hips forward, which meant that my cock pushed up against the front of his thigh.
“Mmh,” he hummed, gripping me even closer.
“I can’t help it,” I whispered.
“I don’t want you to help it,” he said, his hands resting on either side of my jaw as he pulled me in for a deep kiss.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d ever been so turned on. Maybe never.
Henry was unraveling me, and surrendering to it was the only thing I could do. I needed him. It should have been so obvious to me how much I needed Henry.
His tongue slid against mine and I opened for him completely, sighing at his touch.
“God,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me again.
I wondered if Henry had thought about this—this exact moment—as much as I had. Dreamed about it. I had woken up impossibly stiff so many times after dreaming of Henry like this, warm and pressed up against me, taking me with his mouth.
And yet the reality of it was so much more intense than any dream could have ever been.
“I thought I was hallucinating you,” I murmured as we parted to take a deep breath.
“Hmm?”
I swallowed. “The first day I saw you back in Berrydale,” I said, reaching out to run my fingertips down the middle of his torso. “I thought it couldn’t be real. That I’d finally gone crazy and my version of crazy was to see you.”
“What do you mean, finally gone crazy?” he said, running a hand through my hair.
I puffed out a small laugh. “I feel crazy,” I said. “All the time. Trapped in here, still thinking of you all the fucking time.”
He groaned. “You don’t know crazy. Imagine me, isolated in the mountains. Crazy enough to jerk off in a snowbank because it reminded me of you.”
“What?”
He paused, nodding slowly. “Of course I... got off to the thought of you. All the time, Sebastian. I’d picture what you must look like now, and it turns out whatever my brain dreamed up wasn’t half as good as the real thing.”
“I know the feeling,” I said.
He let out a slow, shuddering sigh, gripping me close. I could feel his erection pressing up against my lower stomach as we embraced, and I couldn’t help but rock forward against it.
“How am I ever going to give you up again?” he whispered, shaking his head and breathing deep as he buried his nose in my hair.
“I never want you to,” I said.
He hummed, his palms pressed against the small of my back. “I can’t be without you for another decade, Sebastian,” he said. “I think I might die if I had to be.”
“I think I might dissolve into thin air if I had to be away from you for another month, let alone a decade,” I murmured.
I fumbled for the front clasp of his belt, undoing it as I dragged my tongue across his lower lip. I gently bit down and pulled, eliciting an incredible moan from somewhere deep in his chest.
“Take these off,” I said, tugging on the waistband of his pants.
“You sure?” he teased.
“I need you naked, and I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” I said.
As he stripped off his pants I did the same. A surge of adrenaline moved through me as I pulled off my underwear, then turned to see that Henry was completely naked from the waist down, too.
“Oh my God,” I said.
I was literally weak in the knees as I saw him naked for the first time, his cock thick and long and so hard as it hung in front of him. He was dizzyingly perfect. So much so that I had completely forgotten about my own body in the process.
“You… you are…” he said, trailing off as he looked me up and down, holding his hand on my hip like it was frozen in