FIRST DATE
Taylor kept a collection of bread ties in his kitchen. Why? Winn had no idea, but the idea seemed very handy and she wished she'd thought of it herself. After she'd had a hard time picking what color she wanted, and after Taylor grew frustrated and huffed, "Winn, it's a strip of wire that won't be on your finger for more than a few days, if you can stand it that long," she finally decided on a yellow one and grinned excitedly as she watched him painstakingly tie it around her finger.
Now she stood upstairs in the bedroom alone, lovingly admiring her temporary bread tie engagement ring, and determining that it was the most beautiful piece of jewelry she had ever owned. As she giggled and danced a quiet little jig by herself in the bedroom out of excitement, she paused and thought about the people around them. Crap. They had to tell people. What would her mother think? Or her father? Or HIS parents? Hell, nobody even knew they were even speaking right now, much less reunited and engaged in a matter of...what time was it? A few hours since Taylor had brought her to his house? It was the fastest decision Winn had ever made on ANYTHING, but she'd never been more sure about it, either. She was confident. This felt right. It WAS right. But would their families see it their way?
Winn was excited to have dinner with Taylor tonight. Sure, the idea seemed hokey, going on a formal date without actually "going out," especially after already pregnant and engaged, but the truth was, she'd never had a romantic dinner with him before. They'd never been on a date, they'd never--never really expressed any of their feelings for each other before today. They couldn't help that they were snowed in. But, honestly, if Taylor had asked her on a formal date beforehand, she probably would have wanted to have dinner in anyway so, really, the only thing that was missing tonight was the car ride to his house.
She hadn't packed a dress. Why would she pack one? They were snowed in with the anticipation of the power probably going out. This thought caused her to look out the window at the still-falling snow as the dusk cast a blue glow over the atmosphere. As she gazed at the beauty of it, and prepared to check for a weather update on her phone, her eyes lit up and she remembered something. Abandoning her phone and running out of the bedroom and across to the balcony railing, she had no shame when her yell echoed through the house, "Tay, come here! Hurry!"
He dashed out of the kitchen and looked up at her. "Are you okay?"
"Yes!" She said impatiently. "But you gotta hurry and come here!"
He hesitated as he looked back into the kitchen and, reluctantly, he made his way up the stairs. She met him at the top and grabbed his hand and practically dragged him into the bedroom. "I like where this is going," he joked along the way.
She dragged him across the room and to the window and stopped and let go of his hand and said, "Look."
She looked at his face to try to read it, but it was blank. He glanced at her and then back out the window. "That's, uh, that's a lot of snow..." he offered.
"Tay, look," she pressed. "It's blue out there."
"Uh, yeah...it's getting dark. That happens..."
"No," she said. "It's BLUE. Blue snow."
He looked at her blankly. It still wasn't registering.
Impatiently, she said, "Don't you remember? In my room on Christmas?"
He smirked at her. "I definitely remember what happened in your room on Christmas."
She scowled at him. "Not THAT part. The part when we were listening to Elvis and you said it would almost be worth spending Christmas alone to see blue snow. And look what happened." She nodded toward the window. "Look. The snow is blue. I mean, it's not ACTUALLY blue, but--but it's blue..."
He looked out the window and he was silent for a moment. "I spent Christmas driving," he said quietly. "All I did was drive. I didn't know where I was and I didn't care. I drove, slept in a random hotel, and then got back on the road again when I woke up. And now you're standing here showing me blue snow and--and suddenly spending Christmas alone was completely worth it and--it's kinda blowing my mind right now."
She leaned over and wrapped her arms around his waist and he slid his arm around her shoulders. She took in a breath and she smiled. "Everything is right in the world right now."
He turned and kissed her forehead. "Wanna have sex?" He whispered.
She pulled away and slapped his arm. "Thanks for ruining the moment, you pig! I told you how this was gonna work."
"Hey," he chuckled. "You're the one who said love didn't come with stipulations."
"No," she said, flipping her hair off of her shoulder. "But sex does."
"Well," he said with a smile as she shoved his hands in his pockets. "Excuse me while I take my bruised ego back downstairs and finish dinner." As he made his way out the door, he turned around and he winked at her. "Don't wear anything too complicated."
Winn rolled her eyes as he walked out the door, but her grin was miles wide. She couldn't stop smiling. She couldn't remember the last time she was this happy. She looked at her ring finger and she giggled again and then she talked herself into getting it together and getting dressed for dinner. She could already feel them in the honeymoon stage--that stage in a new relationship where everything is sunshine and unicorns and you can't keep your hands off of each other and the only emotion you know how to feel is the sheer happiness that you physically feel directly radiating from your heart.
After putting on some makeup and drying her long hair, Winn rummaged through the clothes she had brought and was unhappy with it all. Again, of course, she hadn't brought a dress. Why would she? All she had were sweaters and jeans and...leggings...and then she looked over at Taylor's closet and got an idea.
Finding her phone, she quickly Googled, "How to make a dress out of a man's shirt" and was instantly greeted with tons of cute ideas. She decided on one that seemed easy, where you wrapped the collar around your chest where the sleeves hung from your breasts, buttoned it as far as it would go, and tied the sleeves in a bow in the front, tightening the shirt around your body. When finished, it looked like a strapless dress or top, depending on the size of the shirt, with a sweetheart neckline. It was quick, it was cute, and it was kinda sexy. Sexy wasn't something Winn did terribly often, but, like her new fiancée, she was looking forward to the end of their "date."
She got into Taylor's closet and rummaged through the shirts that were hanging. Why hadn't she seen him wearing half of this stuff? After some thought, she finally decided on a red and black flannel one that resembled the coat he'd been wearing earlier. It was a little lumberjack-ish, but she didn't care. She was about to jazz it up anyway. With the shirt wrapped around her like the instructions on her phone told her, she worried a little about keeping it on. She was a bit more endowed than the girl in the picture, but she decided that as long as she was careful, she could make it work. Paired with black leggings and bare feet, because she hadn't brought any heels either, she was ready for dinner.
As she made her way downstairs, she smiled at the living room. In the background, the large windows showed the blue of dusk behind the still-falling snow and Taylor had finally started that fire in the fireplace as a lamp shined dimly nearby. The living room looked so cozy and beautiful with just these small details and Winn was almost ready to skip dinner and just sit in there with him and watch the fire pop. Maybe after dinner.
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Winn had entered the kitchen in the nick of time. Making a romantic dinner out of a beef and vegetable soup hadn't been that difficult, after all. Taylor had moved his small breakfast nook table by the window so that they could watch it snow, and he had turned out the lights to let the candles he had lit on the table provide the light they needed. He had just finished setting the table and serving their bowls when he looked up as she stood in the doorway. He nearly dropped the spoon into the pot as he placed it on the table. "Uh, wow," he said. "That's, um, that's creative."
She smiled and she looked down at herself. "I didn't ruin the shirt, I promise."
He found himself smiling. "Is that mine?"
She nodded meekly. "I didn't really bring any...date attire, per se. I had to Google my options. And that meant getting in your closet..."
"You look incredible," he said. And he wasn't kidding. She looked sexy as hell and the fact that she'd done it with one of his own shirts? That was even hotter. This was new, letting how he felt about her out into the open. She was beautiful and she was sexy and she turned him on in such a way...it was surreal to finally be able to let her know these things, and so liberating at the same time. "Are you, uh, are you sure you don't want to skip dinner...?"
She smiled again, walking into the kitchen, her bare feet quiet against the tile. "That smells SO good. I'm starving. But, uh, if this date goes well I might let you take me home tonight."
"Oh, really?" He smiled. "Then I'll work extra hard to impress you."
She giggled as he pulled her chair out for her and invited her to have a seat. She sat and she looked around as he poured water into their wine glasses and had a seat himself. "I'm sorry I don't have much else to drink," he said. "I, uh, I wasn't expecting to have company today at all and...well, all I have, really is water and beer..."
"You could have had a beer if you wanted," she offered.
He shook his head and smiled. "Nah. It's okay. I'm happy just like this."
"It IS kind of a celebration," she said.
"I'm fine," he said. "But thank you for thinking of me."
They ate in silence for a minute or two, the only words out of Winn's mouth was how good the food was. He couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. One of the things he prided himself in, besides his music and his photography, was his cooking. And he didn't get to cook for people very often.
"You know, I've never had soup over candlelight before," she said. "I usually eat it just curled up on the couch in my socks in front of the TV."
"We could have done that. Anything you want."
"I like this," she smiled. "It's nice."
Taylor smiled back at her over his glass as he turned it up and took a swig of his water. "So, tell me, Winifred--or is it Winn? Can I call you Winn?"
Winn giggled, scrunching her nose up. It was adorable. "Yes, please. Call me Winn."
"Winn," he continued. "Tell me, what do you do?"
Grinning and taking his lead, she took her own sip of her water and she cleared her throat. "Well. I'm actually an unemployed future mother who is pregnant with the child of a traveling musician. How do you feel about children?"
"I like children," he nodded. "I could work with that."
"Good. I should also let you know that I'm engaged."
"Oh, really? Engaged, huh? So am I, so we already have something in common. Does your, uh, fiancée know you're out for the night?"
"Oh, he's perfectly fine with it," she said. "As a matter of fact, he encouraged it."
"Really?" Taylor nodded. "Sounds like a good guy."
"Yeah. He's something kinda wonderful," she said with stars in her eyes.
Taylor felt himself blushing a little. "Sounds like you really love him."
Her smile widened and he saw her blush match his in the candlelight. "He's everything to me."
His expression softened as he smiled at her. "I'm so happy right now," he said quietly. "I gotta be honest, I wasn't sure we'd ever get here. I've wanted this for so long..."
"What took you so long?"
"I didn't think you thought of me as more than a friend."
Her eyes fell into her bowl. "Wow. So--we both thought the same thing about each other..."
"When you look back on it now, it's kinda funny, you know?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "A little..."
He nodded toward her bowl. "How're we doing over there?"
She smiled shyly. "It's amazing. Probably the best I've ever had. But I'm getting full..."
"Already? Surely not--"
She nodded. "Between that and the bread and--I can't promise I won't want leftovers later, though."
He smiled and he winked at her. "Anything you want."
"You're saying that a lot lately. You're gonna spoil me."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"Well...I mean, I was kinda hoping to be the one who spoiled you..."
He reached over and took her hand and lifted it to his lips. "You are the most amazing woman I've ever met. You have the biggest heart and the most beautiful soul..."
She giggled and she blushed. "I'm sorry," she said. "Thank you, I--I just--I can't get used to hearing things like that, I'm sorry."
"You will," he said gently. Then he stood up and started clearing the table. "You wanna get out of here for awhile?"
Her eyes lit up. "Like...say, outdoors? To stroll through a little of that cold, fluffy stuff out there?"
He grinned as he carried their bowls to the sink. "As much as we can stand, anyway."
Excitedly, she began to help him clear the table. "I just have to put a couple more layers on, slip on my boots..."
He met her halfway to the sink and took the dishes from her hands. "Then go and do that and let me worry about this."
"No," she pouted. "You can't do everything. I'm starting to feel like a spoiled brat."
"Good," he smiled. "Let someone take care of you. I know you haven't had that in awhile."
"Neither have you," she pointed out. "And doing this together will make it faster."
He couldn't argue with her. And every possible second he could spend with her, he would take it. So he allowed her to help him clean up their dinner date and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and locked lips with him for several minutes against the sink. "The kiss isn't supposed to come until the date is over," he whispered between kisses.
"You already tried to have sex with me twice beforehand. I'm surprised you're complaining."
"Oh, I'm not complaining. This isn't me complaining, this is me--uh--looking out for you..."
"Uh-huh," she said, smiling and nodding.
He kissed her again. "It might be in your best interest to get that cute ass of yours upstairs and bundle up so we can go outside. Cause I'm about to get very fresh with you."
She pulled away almost instantaneously. "Okay," she said enthusiastically.
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They didn't stay outside for long. There was more snow on the ground than either of them had anticipated and it was only going to keep falling overnight. "I have to admit, I'm starting to get a little concerned," Winn said as they tromped through over six inches of snow. "It's beautiful out here and I love snow, but--maybe we really should have prepared a little better. I feel bad for ragging you about it earlier..."
"I'm prepared," he said. "It's okay. You're not the only one who picked on me for it, but look where we are now. People might think I'm paranoid, but we're gonna survive this storm."
She smiled over at him as she stopped to listlessly wipe snow off of one of the patio tables. "Thank you for--you know, rescuing me and stuff."
"I don't know if I'd call it a rescue..."
She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Look around, Tay. It was a rescue." Then she balled up a snowball in her hands and she smiled slyly. "But, uh, the real question here is, who's gonna rescue you?"
Taylor glanced at her hands and back at her face and smiled. "You wouldn't dare do such a thing to me. You love me too much."
"Sometimes people do hurtful things to the people they love. Sometimes they do...cold things..."
He laughed and shook his head, adjusting the red beanie that rested around his head. "Winifred Denise, I swear to you, you will regret whatever it is you're about to do."
She bit her lip and she giggled as she walked toward him. He began to prepare his own. As she stepped up to him, he held his own, larger, snowball in the air, ready to fire. She stopped and looked at him. "And then there were two..."
"It'll stay that way if you drop your weapon."
"After you."
"Not a chance."
"Well, then. One of us has to make a move."
"It appears so."
They stared each other down for a moment, each one fighting to suppress their giggles, and then Winn went for it. She darted forward and tucked her gloved hand into the top of his pants and he jerked himself out of the way, but not out of her grip. Before she could get him with her snowball, he shoved his right into her face and she backed up and sputtered, dropping her snowball and wiping her hands over her face.
"Tay!" She cried. "Why did you do that?"
"You were about to put snow down my pants!" He protested.
"I wasn't actually gonna DO it!"
Taylor was silent for a moment. "Uh...shit, babe, I'm sorry..."
He came toward her and she grinned and smeared her snow-covered glove all over his face. His mouth hung open in shock. "You played me!"
"Like a fiddle," she taunted.
Within seconds they ended up rolling around in the snow together and when Taylor lost his hat and they had to dig it up, they decided it was time to call it a night. As they walked back inside the house, they immediately started shedding layers and dropping them on the floor. "Here, let's go ahead and put these in the wash--" Winn started.
"Leave them," Taylor said. "It's too cold to waste another second."
Back in their date clothes, which had been several layers underneath, they found the fire dissipated in the fireplace. Winn groaned in disappointment. "I was hoping to spend some time in front of the fire tonight."
"Not in these clothes," Taylor said. Then he took her hand and leaned into her ear, "Please. Let me take you upstairs."
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Taylor's heart pounded, except that it wasn't because he was nervous this time. On the contrary, he was excited. In more ways than one. It had been over a month since he'd slept with Winn. Over a month since they'd conceived their child and over a month since the most magical night of his life. This time, though, he wouldn't leave. This time he would stay. He would do what he was always meant to do--he would hold her, he would love her, he would wake up with her and then happily start the day all over again with her.
She stood with her back turned to him, facing the chest of drawers, as she ran her hands through her damp hair. Unable to resist her any longer, he slid his hands gently over her hips. "Your clothes are still dry," he observed. "That's amazing."
He felt her body stiffen as her back straightened up. "Yours aren't," she replied quietly. "You should probably remove them. Before you get sick."
"You said you wanted to take care of me," he whispered as he ran his hands up her bare arms, feeling the goose bumps he was responsible for producing. "Help me out of them. Keep me warm. And then teach me how to get you out of my shirt."
She turned around and she looked up at him, his heart skipping a beat. She was so beautiful against the soft glow of the lamp that shone across the room. Carefully, her hands met the bottom of his shirt and she lifted it over his head. He felt the chill of the air, but he ignored it. He could only focus on her eyes as she took him in and on her hands as she ran them slowly down his chest. Stepping close to him, she hooked her hand around the back of his shoulder and kissed his skin gently. He closed his eyes as she left sensual, open-mouthed kisses along his shoulder, along his collar bone, and then up his neck, causing the chills to run rampant through his body completely from his head to his feet. Stopping at his ear, she whispered, "Tell me what you like."
He turned his face toward her. "What I like?"
"Yes," she said as she ran her tongue along his earlobe. "Tell me. I'll give you anything you want."
"I want you."
She pulled away and she smiled flirtatiously at him, dropping her hands back down and running her fingers through his chest hair. "Come on," she teased. "I'll do anything you want."
He smiled and he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "I'm not sure you can handle some of the things I'm into."
Her eyes widened and she blinked in surprise. "Now I HAVE to know."
He reached out and tugged one of his shirt sleeves that was tied around her and he heard a gasp catch in her throat in surprise as the sleeves easily dropped from her chest. "I'm into things that even make me blush sometimes," he said.
She smiled at him, a smile that nearly brought him to his knees. "It's always the quiet ones," she observed. "Tell me. Or--or show me."
He raised an eyebrow. "Show you?" He stared her down for a moment as he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor with intent. He watched her eyes immediately fall below his waist and he suppressed the smirk as she watched her eyes widen for a second. They'd had sex twice before, but either time they hadn't really gotten to see much of each other. He knew what she saw and he was quite proud of himself for it.
He then reached out with both of his hands and tore his flannel shirt open off of her chest. Her shocked gasp was a turn-on, as were her perfect breasts. He looked her over in concentration as he reached down and slowly stroked himself. "I like to be in control," he said confidently. "I like to call the shots. I like a little shock...and awe...when I get finished with you, you're going to KNOW who you belong to."
She kept glancing down at his hand and back up to his eyes. She bit her lip. She was anxious. "I already told you I'll do whatever you want. No need to be so demanding."
He smirked at her. "I'm not demanding because I feel like it's necessary. I'm demanding because I like it. And while we're on the subject..." He paused to look her over. "Take off your pants. I don't even know why you're still wearing them."
He continued to stroke himself, rock hard as he was in his own hand, and he watched her slide her leggings down her legs, her eyes never leaving his hand. He watched her lick her lips and he realized that she'd been awfully focused on him ever since he'd dropped his pants and it was obvious that she craved him and that, alone, made it difficult for him to stand his ground. Eventually he would give in to her because, at this point, he wanted to be in her mouth so bad he could hardly stand it.
She stood and kicked her leggings off of her ankles, revealing a pair of tiny, black, lace panties that made Taylor's breath catch in his throat. Carefully, she stepped closer to him. "I already know what you want," she whispered seductively, running her fingertips listlessly below his belly button. "And I'm going to give it to you, without question." Then she looked up at him and smiled. "How about we compromise and you tell me how you want it?" And then, to his surprise, she leaned forward and gently ran her tongue over his lips. "Badly isn't the answer I'm looking for," she whispered.
Shit. Holy shit. Had he met his match?
Taking in a breath to stave off the chills she gave him, he stepped slowly backward. One step at a time, several steps later, he felt the bed against the backs of his legs. With nowhere else to go, he sat.
Without wasting a second, Winn gracefully lowered herself to her knees and flipped her hair over to one shoulder. Looking into his eyes, she reached out and took him from his own hand and then he watched her take him into her mouth. He bit his lip and he moaned. "Yeah," he whispered quietly. He reached out and he took both of his hands and collected her hair into a ponytail and then wrapped the ponytail around his hand. He moaned again and smiled down at her. "You got it all, baby?"
And then, all of a sudden, to his complete pleasure, she deep throated him. His jaw dropped at the surprise. She did it without effort, without struggle, and without so much as a flinch or a gag. He nearly lost his mind over it. He knew he was blessed. He knew he was literally a lot to take in. But for Winn to just--just accommodate...well...he knew this would feel good, but he had no idea it would feel like THAT.
His breathing thickened as he watched her. She used her hand and she used her mouth and she did both enthusiastically. She drove him crazy. He closed his eyes and he let out a groan before he opened them and looked down at her, tugging lightly on her hair. "Don't be too eager," he smiled. "I know you love it, but don't lose too much control."
She ignored him. In fact, she increased her intensity and he sucked in his breath through his teeth. He tugged at her ponytail a little harder. "Winifred," he scolded sternly. She ignored him again. Finally, he barked, "MRS. HANSON." At that, she slowed down and she stopped what she was doing and sat back on her knees. He smiled at her, his dick still throbbing with need. "You should learn to listen," he said.
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him and she smiled, knowingly. "I don't know what's happened to you all of a sudden...but I kinda like it."
"Of course you do." Then he nodded behind him. "Now, get your ass in my bed, you delinquent." He smiled as he heard her giggle as she crawled past him onto the bed. Along the way, he reached out and smacked her ass. "Lay on your stomach and don't waste any time."
She giggled a little louder and he was so amused by it that he nearly forgot the act he was putting on. He turned around and witnessed her doing as she was told, laying on her stomach at the head of the bed. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder. "OUR bed."
"What?" He asked, momentarily confused.
"You said 'get your ass in my bed.' Except that I agreed to marry you. So, by default, that makes this OUR bed. You know, what's yours is mine and what's mine is yours and all that stuff?"
"You know, I'm growing quite tired of your sassy mouth and continued disobedience."
"And I'm growing quite tired of laying here and not being fucked already. Touch me, fuck me, get me off, do something--"
"That is NOT how this works--"
"I literally had you in the palm of my hand just a moment ago. I can do it again."
At this, he smacked her ass again and grabbed a handful of it tightly. "Just shut your mouth," he whispered. Then he climbed over her and lowered his body down over hers. Gently, he kissed her cheek and then spread light kisses over her neck, feeling her body tremble underneath him. "Winn, I love you," he whispered in her ear. "I'll never do anything to hurt you. But sometimes I just like to play. Will you play with me, Winn?"
He ran his hand gently along her arm as he kissed her again, trailing his kisses further, along her shoulders and to the back of her neck. Her trembling increased. "Yes," she finally whispered.
"Is that a yes, you'll play with me?"
"Yes."
"Good girl."
Lowering his body down the length of hers, he gently kissed every inch of skin he could get his mouth on, his ears acutely tuned to the moans and the sighs that escaped her in the process. He kissed her shoulders, all over her back, on her sides, and even up and down the backs of
her legs as he pulled her panties off of her.
Pulling his body back up over hers, he took her arms, one at a time, and held them over her head, putting her wrists together and then, expertly--expertly to the point where it almost startled even him--tied her panties around them tightly. He looked down at her face and her head lifted off the pillow. "Did you just tie me up with my own underwear?"
He smiled. "What can I say, I'm resourceful. Don't sass me again."
He moved his body back down hers and, kneeling over her, he spread her legs apart and slid his fingers inside her, surprising her. She gasped and then he remembered Christmas where she begged him to start slow and so he worked from memory and only increased intensity when he felt like she was starting to enjoy it.
The visual he had of her hands tied together over her head and her legs spread in front of him made him hard again. He almost felt bad because he knew she'd just started feeling good with his fingers inside her, but he had to have her and he couldn't wait.
Slowly, he slid himself inside her, watching for her reaction. Goddamn, she felt better than ever. Would this be a permanent...thing? Would she seriously be tight like this every single time? She felt amazing and the practice of self-control was growing dangerously futile.
He watched her close her eyes and bite her lip and he gave her several strokes before he decided she was comfortable with it. Then he leaned into her ear and pressed his hand against her outer thigh. "Close your legs and lay flat on the bed."
Slowly, she did as she was told, until they found themselves in the position he wanted to be in. Almost immediately, he felt her body melt into the bed and she closed her eyes and her jaw hung open. "Oh my god," she said in a voice that came straight from her throat. "Oh, fuck," she whispered next as he continued where he left off. Her breathing started to catch in her throat and the air came out in staggered whimpers. "That feels so fucking good," she whimpered. "Shit..."
He smiled for a moment before he began to lose himself inside her. He lowered his body close to her, wrapping his hands around her tied ones, and resting his elbows on either side of her arms. He hung his head, kissing her skin where he could reach her, her face, her shoulder, her neck, and he breathed in her ear between kisses.
He sped up and she grew louder. The louder she was, the more he liked it. Faster. Harder. Louder. Within minutes, she was crying out his name, her eyes tight shut and her fists balled up tightly underneath his hands. They came within seconds of each other, and he found himself biting the back of her shoulder as he bucked hard into her for the last time, growling his orgasm into her skin.
He pulled out and he lay there for a moment, catching his breath and kissing her cheek. It was only when he untied her hands and lifted himself off of her body when he heard her sniff and saw the tear roll down her face. "Oh my god, Winn." He turned her over onto her back and she raised her arm and wiped her tear off her face with the back of her hand. "Baby, why are you crying? Did I hurt you? I am so sorry--"
"It was just that damn good," she said, attempting a laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm just--that was just so good. You're just--you're the best I've ever had."
He smiled down at her. "I better be."
She giggled through her tears as she spread her legs apart and allowed him to settle himself in between them and pull the covers up over them. He kissed her gently and he moved her hair out of her face."I love you," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his lips. "I
love you so much. You're just--you're the most amazing man I've ever known in--in every way possible. You're--you're everything to me, you're--I'm so madly in love with you."
He smiled at her again. "We should do this more often."
She smiled back. "I also think--I don't know, I also think maybe it's hormones. They're all over the place lately, I never know how something's going to make me feel anymore."
"As long as it doesn't make you love me any less."
"Never."
He suddenly remembered she was pregnant. Damn, did he seriously forget in that short amount of time? "Is this--is this okay? Is this position okay for you?"
She nodded. "I think so...I mean, it's not like I really have much of a belly yet..."
"Maybe I should move--"
"I don't want you to."
He searched her face and then he nodded. "Okay." Lowering his head, he kissed her, parting her lips and taking her tongue gently with his. It was okay if she didn't want him to move. He could stay wrapped up in her like this forever.
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The next morning, Taylor opened his eyes and he smiled. He felt the chill of the air and he pulled the covers tighter around him as he was sleepily greeted by Winn's smiling face. Waking up next to her did things to his heart he'd never felt before. He rolled over to pull her close to him and he realized she was fully clothed--long sleeves, pants, socks, the works. He furrowed his brow in confusion. "I was counting on you still being naked
when I woke up."
She grinned at him and snuggled closer to him, pulling the covers tighter around them. "I was. But then I got dressed. We lost power about four hours ago."
His eyes widened and he blinked at her. "What?"
Taylor kept a collection of bread ties in his kitchen. Why? Winn had no idea, but the idea seemed very handy and she wished she'd thought of it herself. After she'd had a hard time picking what color she wanted, and after Taylor grew frustrated and huffed, "Winn, it's a strip of wire that won't be on your finger for more than a few days, if you can stand it that long," she finally decided on a yellow one and grinned excitedly as she watched him painstakingly tie it around her finger.
Now she stood upstairs in the bedroom alone, lovingly admiring her temporary bread tie engagement ring, and determining that it was the most beautiful piece of jewelry she had ever owned. As she giggled and danced a quiet little jig by herself in the bedroom out of excitement, she paused and thought about the people around them. Crap. They had to tell people. What would her mother think? Or her father? Or HIS parents? Hell, nobody even knew they were even speaking right now, much less reunited and engaged in a matter of...what time was it? A few hours since Taylor had brought her to his house? It was the fastest decision Winn had ever made on ANYTHING, but she'd never been more sure about it, either. She was confident. This felt right. It WAS right. But would their families see it their way?
Winn was excited to have dinner with Taylor tonight. Sure, the idea seemed hokey, going on a formal date without actually "going out," especially after already pregnant and engaged, but the truth was, she'd never had a romantic dinner with him before. They'd never been on a date, they'd never--never really expressed any of their feelings for each other before today. They couldn't help that they were snowed in. But, honestly, if Taylor had asked her on a formal date beforehand, she probably would have wanted to have dinner in anyway so, really, the only thing that was missing tonight was the car ride to his house.
She hadn't packed a dress. Why would she pack one? They were snowed in with the anticipation of the power probably going out. This thought caused her to look out the window at the still-falling snow as the dusk cast a blue glow over the atmosphere. As she gazed at the beauty of it, and prepared to check for a weather update on her phone, her eyes lit up and she remembered something. Abandoning her phone and running out of the bedroom and across to the balcony railing, she had no shame when her yell echoed through the house, "Tay, come here! Hurry!"
He dashed out of the kitchen and looked up at her. "Are you okay?"
"Yes!" She said impatiently. "But you gotta hurry and come here!"
He hesitated as he looked back into the kitchen and, reluctantly, he made his way up the stairs. She met him at the top and grabbed his hand and practically dragged him into the bedroom. "I like where this is going," he joked along the way.
She dragged him across the room and to the window and stopped and let go of his hand and said, "Look."
She looked at his face to try to read it, but it was blank. He glanced at her and then back out the window. "That's, uh, that's a lot of snow..." he offered.
"Tay, look," she pressed. "It's blue out there."
"Uh, yeah...it's getting dark. That happens..."
"No," she said. "It's BLUE. Blue snow."
He looked at her blankly. It still wasn't registering.
Impatiently, she said, "Don't you remember? In my room on Christmas?"
He smirked at her. "I definitely remember what happened in your room on Christmas."
She scowled at him. "Not THAT part. The part when we were listening to Elvis and you said it would almost be worth spending Christmas alone to see blue snow. And look what happened." She nodded toward the window. "Look. The snow is blue. I mean, it's not ACTUALLY blue, but--but it's blue..."
He looked out the window and he was silent for a moment. "I spent Christmas driving," he said quietly. "All I did was drive. I didn't know where I was and I didn't care. I drove, slept in a random hotel, and then got back on the road again when I woke up. And now you're standing here showing me blue snow and--and suddenly spending Christmas alone was completely worth it and--it's kinda blowing my mind right now."
She leaned over and wrapped her arms around his waist and he slid his arm around her shoulders. She took in a breath and she smiled. "Everything is right in the world right now."
He turned and kissed her forehead. "Wanna have sex?" He whispered.
She pulled away and slapped his arm. "Thanks for ruining the moment, you pig! I told you how this was gonna work."
"Hey," he chuckled. "You're the one who said love didn't come with stipulations."
"No," she said, flipping her hair off of her shoulder. "But sex does."
"Well," he said with a smile as she shoved his hands in his pockets. "Excuse me while I take my bruised ego back downstairs and finish dinner." As he made his way out the door, he turned around and he winked at her. "Don't wear anything too complicated."
Winn rolled her eyes as he walked out the door, but her grin was miles wide. She couldn't stop smiling. She couldn't remember the last time she was this happy. She looked at her ring finger and she giggled again and then she talked herself into getting it together and getting dressed for dinner. She could already feel them in the honeymoon stage--that stage in a new relationship where everything is sunshine and unicorns and you can't keep your hands off of each other and the only emotion you know how to feel is the sheer happiness that you physically feel directly radiating from your heart.
After putting on some makeup and drying her long hair, Winn rummaged through the clothes she had brought and was unhappy with it all. Again, of course, she hadn't brought a dress. Why would she? All she had were sweaters and jeans and...leggings...and then she looked over at Taylor's closet and got an idea.
Finding her phone, she quickly Googled, "How to make a dress out of a man's shirt" and was instantly greeted with tons of cute ideas. She decided on one that seemed easy, where you wrapped the collar around your chest where the sleeves hung from your breasts, buttoned it as far as it would go, and tied the sleeves in a bow in the front, tightening the shirt around your body. When finished, it looked like a strapless dress or top, depending on the size of the shirt, with a sweetheart neckline. It was quick, it was cute, and it was kinda sexy. Sexy wasn't something Winn did terribly often, but, like her new fiancée, she was looking forward to the end of their "date."
She got into Taylor's closet and rummaged through the shirts that were hanging. Why hadn't she seen him wearing half of this stuff? After some thought, she finally decided on a red and black flannel one that resembled the coat he'd been wearing earlier. It was a little lumberjack-ish, but she didn't care. She was about to jazz it up anyway. With the shirt wrapped around her like the instructions on her phone told her, she worried a little about keeping it on. She was a bit more endowed than the girl in the picture, but she decided that as long as she was careful, she could make it work. Paired with black leggings and bare feet, because she hadn't brought any heels either, she was ready for dinner.
As she made her way downstairs, she smiled at the living room. In the background, the large windows showed the blue of dusk behind the still-falling snow and Taylor had finally started that fire in the fireplace as a lamp shined dimly nearby. The living room looked so cozy and beautiful with just these small details and Winn was almost ready to skip dinner and just sit in there with him and watch the fire pop. Maybe after dinner.
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Winn had entered the kitchen in the nick of time. Making a romantic dinner out of a beef and vegetable soup hadn't been that difficult, after all. Taylor had moved his small breakfast nook table by the window so that they could watch it snow, and he had turned out the lights to let the candles he had lit on the table provide the light they needed. He had just finished setting the table and serving their bowls when he looked up as she stood in the doorway. He nearly dropped the spoon into the pot as he placed it on the table. "Uh, wow," he said. "That's, um, that's creative."
She smiled and she looked down at herself. "I didn't ruin the shirt, I promise."
He found himself smiling. "Is that mine?"
She nodded meekly. "I didn't really bring any...date attire, per se. I had to Google my options. And that meant getting in your closet..."
"You look incredible," he said. And he wasn't kidding. She looked sexy as hell and the fact that she'd done it with one of his own shirts? That was even hotter. This was new, letting how he felt about her out into the open. She was beautiful and she was sexy and she turned him on in such a way...it was surreal to finally be able to let her know these things, and so liberating at the same time. "Are you, uh, are you sure you don't want to skip dinner...?"
She smiled again, walking into the kitchen, her bare feet quiet against the tile. "That smells SO good. I'm starving. But, uh, if this date goes well I might let you take me home tonight."
"Oh, really?" He smiled. "Then I'll work extra hard to impress you."
She giggled as he pulled her chair out for her and invited her to have a seat. She sat and she looked around as he poured water into their wine glasses and had a seat himself. "I'm sorry I don't have much else to drink," he said. "I, uh, I wasn't expecting to have company today at all and...well, all I have, really is water and beer..."
"You could have had a beer if you wanted," she offered.
He shook his head and smiled. "Nah. It's okay. I'm happy just like this."
"It IS kind of a celebration," she said.
"I'm fine," he said. "But thank you for thinking of me."
They ate in silence for a minute or two, the only words out of Winn's mouth was how good the food was. He couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. One of the things he prided himself in, besides his music and his photography, was his cooking. And he didn't get to cook for people very often.
"You know, I've never had soup over candlelight before," she said. "I usually eat it just curled up on the couch in my socks in front of the TV."
"We could have done that. Anything you want."
"I like this," she smiled. "It's nice."
Taylor smiled back at her over his glass as he turned it up and took a swig of his water. "So, tell me, Winifred--or is it Winn? Can I call you Winn?"
Winn giggled, scrunching her nose up. It was adorable. "Yes, please. Call me Winn."
"Winn," he continued. "Tell me, what do you do?"
Grinning and taking his lead, she took her own sip of her water and she cleared her throat. "Well. I'm actually an unemployed future mother who is pregnant with the child of a traveling musician. How do you feel about children?"
"I like children," he nodded. "I could work with that."
"Good. I should also let you know that I'm engaged."
"Oh, really? Engaged, huh? So am I, so we already have something in common. Does your, uh, fiancée know you're out for the night?"
"Oh, he's perfectly fine with it," she said. "As a matter of fact, he encouraged it."
"Really?" Taylor nodded. "Sounds like a good guy."
"Yeah. He's something kinda wonderful," she said with stars in her eyes.
Taylor felt himself blushing a little. "Sounds like you really love him."
Her smile widened and he saw her blush match his in the candlelight. "He's everything to me."
His expression softened as he smiled at her. "I'm so happy right now," he said quietly. "I gotta be honest, I wasn't sure we'd ever get here. I've wanted this for so long..."
"What took you so long?"
"I didn't think you thought of me as more than a friend."
Her eyes fell into her bowl. "Wow. So--we both thought the same thing about each other..."
"When you look back on it now, it's kinda funny, you know?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "A little..."
He nodded toward her bowl. "How're we doing over there?"
She smiled shyly. "It's amazing. Probably the best I've ever had. But I'm getting full..."
"Already? Surely not--"
She nodded. "Between that and the bread and--I can't promise I won't want leftovers later, though."
He smiled and he winked at her. "Anything you want."
"You're saying that a lot lately. You're gonna spoil me."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"Well...I mean, I was kinda hoping to be the one who spoiled you..."
He reached over and took her hand and lifted it to his lips. "You are the most amazing woman I've ever met. You have the biggest heart and the most beautiful soul..."
She giggled and she blushed. "I'm sorry," she said. "Thank you, I--I just--I can't get used to hearing things like that, I'm sorry."
"You will," he said gently. Then he stood up and started clearing the table. "You wanna get out of here for awhile?"
Her eyes lit up. "Like...say, outdoors? To stroll through a little of that cold, fluffy stuff out there?"
He grinned as he carried their bowls to the sink. "As much as we can stand, anyway."
Excitedly, she began to help him clear the table. "I just have to put a couple more layers on, slip on my boots..."
He met her halfway to the sink and took the dishes from her hands. "Then go and do that and let me worry about this."
"No," she pouted. "You can't do everything. I'm starting to feel like a spoiled brat."
"Good," he smiled. "Let someone take care of you. I know you haven't had that in awhile."
"Neither have you," she pointed out. "And doing this together will make it faster."
He couldn't argue with her. And every possible second he could spend with her, he would take it. So he allowed her to help him clean up their dinner date and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and locked lips with him for several minutes against the sink. "The kiss isn't supposed to come until the date is over," he whispered between kisses.
"You already tried to have sex with me twice beforehand. I'm surprised you're complaining."
"Oh, I'm not complaining. This isn't me complaining, this is me--uh--looking out for you..."
"Uh-huh," she said, smiling and nodding.
He kissed her again. "It might be in your best interest to get that cute ass of yours upstairs and bundle up so we can go outside. Cause I'm about to get very fresh with you."
She pulled away almost instantaneously. "Okay," she said enthusiastically.
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They didn't stay outside for long. There was more snow on the ground than either of them had anticipated and it was only going to keep falling overnight. "I have to admit, I'm starting to get a little concerned," Winn said as they tromped through over six inches of snow. "It's beautiful out here and I love snow, but--maybe we really should have prepared a little better. I feel bad for ragging you about it earlier..."
"I'm prepared," he said. "It's okay. You're not the only one who picked on me for it, but look where we are now. People might think I'm paranoid, but we're gonna survive this storm."
She smiled over at him as she stopped to listlessly wipe snow off of one of the patio tables. "Thank you for--you know, rescuing me and stuff."
"I don't know if I'd call it a rescue..."
She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Look around, Tay. It was a rescue." Then she balled up a snowball in her hands and she smiled slyly. "But, uh, the real question here is, who's gonna rescue you?"
Taylor glanced at her hands and back at her face and smiled. "You wouldn't dare do such a thing to me. You love me too much."
"Sometimes people do hurtful things to the people they love. Sometimes they do...cold things..."
He laughed and shook his head, adjusting the red beanie that rested around his head. "Winifred Denise, I swear to you, you will regret whatever it is you're about to do."
She bit her lip and she giggled as she walked toward him. He began to prepare his own. As she stepped up to him, he held his own, larger, snowball in the air, ready to fire. She stopped and looked at him. "And then there were two..."
"It'll stay that way if you drop your weapon."
"After you."
"Not a chance."
"Well, then. One of us has to make a move."
"It appears so."
They stared each other down for a moment, each one fighting to suppress their giggles, and then Winn went for it. She darted forward and tucked her gloved hand into the top of his pants and he jerked himself out of the way, but not out of her grip. Before she could get him with her snowball, he shoved his right into her face and she backed up and sputtered, dropping her snowball and wiping her hands over her face.
"Tay!" She cried. "Why did you do that?"
"You were about to put snow down my pants!" He protested.
"I wasn't actually gonna DO it!"
Taylor was silent for a moment. "Uh...shit, babe, I'm sorry..."
He came toward her and she grinned and smeared her snow-covered glove all over his face. His mouth hung open in shock. "You played me!"
"Like a fiddle," she taunted.
Within seconds they ended up rolling around in the snow together and when Taylor lost his hat and they had to dig it up, they decided it was time to call it a night. As they walked back inside the house, they immediately started shedding layers and dropping them on the floor. "Here, let's go ahead and put these in the wash--" Winn started.
"Leave them," Taylor said. "It's too cold to waste another second."
Back in their date clothes, which had been several layers underneath, they found the fire dissipated in the fireplace. Winn groaned in disappointment. "I was hoping to spend some time in front of the fire tonight."
"Not in these clothes," Taylor said. Then he took her hand and leaned into her ear, "Please. Let me take you upstairs."
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Taylor's heart pounded, except that it wasn't because he was nervous this time. On the contrary, he was excited. In more ways than one. It had been over a month since he'd slept with Winn. Over a month since they'd conceived their child and over a month since the most magical night of his life. This time, though, he wouldn't leave. This time he would stay. He would do what he was always meant to do--he would hold her, he would love her, he would wake up with her and then happily start the day all over again with her.
She stood with her back turned to him, facing the chest of drawers, as she ran her hands through her damp hair. Unable to resist her any longer, he slid his hands gently over her hips. "Your clothes are still dry," he observed. "That's amazing."
He felt her body stiffen as her back straightened up. "Yours aren't," she replied quietly. "You should probably remove them. Before you get sick."
"You said you wanted to take care of me," he whispered as he ran his hands up her bare arms, feeling the goose bumps he was responsible for producing. "Help me out of them. Keep me warm. And then teach me how to get you out of my shirt."
She turned around and she looked up at him, his heart skipping a beat. She was so beautiful against the soft glow of the lamp that shone across the room. Carefully, her hands met the bottom of his shirt and she lifted it over his head. He felt the chill of the air, but he ignored it. He could only focus on her eyes as she took him in and on her hands as she ran them slowly down his chest. Stepping close to him, she hooked her hand around the back of his shoulder and kissed his skin gently. He closed his eyes as she left sensual, open-mouthed kisses along his shoulder, along his collar bone, and then up his neck, causing the chills to run rampant through his body completely from his head to his feet. Stopping at his ear, she whispered, "Tell me what you like."
He turned his face toward her. "What I like?"
"Yes," she said as she ran her tongue along his earlobe. "Tell me. I'll give you anything you want."
"I want you."
She pulled away and she smiled flirtatiously at him, dropping her hands back down and running her fingers through his chest hair. "Come on," she teased. "I'll do anything you want."
He smiled and he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "I'm not sure you can handle some of the things I'm into."
Her eyes widened and she blinked in surprise. "Now I HAVE to know."
He reached out and tugged one of his shirt sleeves that was tied around her and he heard a gasp catch in her throat in surprise as the sleeves easily dropped from her chest. "I'm into things that even make me blush sometimes," he said.
She smiled at him, a smile that nearly brought him to his knees. "It's always the quiet ones," she observed. "Tell me. Or--or show me."
He raised an eyebrow. "Show you?" He stared her down for a moment as he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor with intent. He watched her eyes immediately fall below his waist and he suppressed the smirk as she watched her eyes widen for a second. They'd had sex twice before, but either time they hadn't really gotten to see much of each other. He knew what she saw and he was quite proud of himself for it.
He then reached out with both of his hands and tore his flannel shirt open off of her chest. Her shocked gasp was a turn-on, as were her perfect breasts. He looked her over in concentration as he reached down and slowly stroked himself. "I like to be in control," he said confidently. "I like to call the shots. I like a little shock...and awe...when I get finished with you, you're going to KNOW who you belong to."
She kept glancing down at his hand and back up to his eyes. She bit her lip. She was anxious. "I already told you I'll do whatever you want. No need to be so demanding."
He smirked at her. "I'm not demanding because I feel like it's necessary. I'm demanding because I like it. And while we're on the subject..." He paused to look her over. "Take off your pants. I don't even know why you're still wearing them."
He continued to stroke himself, rock hard as he was in his own hand, and he watched her slide her leggings down her legs, her eyes never leaving his hand. He watched her lick her lips and he realized that she'd been awfully focused on him ever since he'd dropped his pants and it was obvious that she craved him and that, alone, made it difficult for him to stand his ground. Eventually he would give in to her because, at this point, he wanted to be in her mouth so bad he could hardly stand it.
She stood and kicked her leggings off of her ankles, revealing a pair of tiny, black, lace panties that made Taylor's breath catch in his throat. Carefully, she stepped closer to him. "I already know what you want," she whispered seductively, running her fingertips listlessly below his belly button. "And I'm going to give it to you, without question." Then she looked up at him and smiled. "How about we compromise and you tell me how you want it?" And then, to his surprise, she leaned forward and gently ran her tongue over his lips. "Badly isn't the answer I'm looking for," she whispered.
Shit. Holy shit. Had he met his match?
Taking in a breath to stave off the chills she gave him, he stepped slowly backward. One step at a time, several steps later, he felt the bed against the backs of his legs. With nowhere else to go, he sat.
Without wasting a second, Winn gracefully lowered herself to her knees and flipped her hair over to one shoulder. Looking into his eyes, she reached out and took him from his own hand and then he watched her take him into her mouth. He bit his lip and he moaned. "Yeah," he whispered quietly. He reached out and he took both of his hands and collected her hair into a ponytail and then wrapped the ponytail around his hand. He moaned again and smiled down at her. "You got it all, baby?"
And then, all of a sudden, to his complete pleasure, she deep throated him. His jaw dropped at the surprise. She did it without effort, without struggle, and without so much as a flinch or a gag. He nearly lost his mind over it. He knew he was blessed. He knew he was literally a lot to take in. But for Winn to just--just accommodate...well...he knew this would feel good, but he had no idea it would feel like THAT.
His breathing thickened as he watched her. She used her hand and she used her mouth and she did both enthusiastically. She drove him crazy. He closed his eyes and he let out a groan before he opened them and looked down at her, tugging lightly on her hair. "Don't be too eager," he smiled. "I know you love it, but don't lose too much control."
She ignored him. In fact, she increased her intensity and he sucked in his breath through his teeth. He tugged at her ponytail a little harder. "Winifred," he scolded sternly. She ignored him again. Finally, he barked, "MRS. HANSON." At that, she slowed down and she stopped what she was doing and sat back on her knees. He smiled at her, his dick still throbbing with need. "You should learn to listen," he said.
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him and she smiled, knowingly. "I don't know what's happened to you all of a sudden...but I kinda like it."
"Of course you do." Then he nodded behind him. "Now, get your ass in my bed, you delinquent." He smiled as he heard her giggle as she crawled past him onto the bed. Along the way, he reached out and smacked her ass. "Lay on your stomach and don't waste any time."
She giggled a little louder and he was so amused by it that he nearly forgot the act he was putting on. He turned around and witnessed her doing as she was told, laying on her stomach at the head of the bed. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder. "OUR bed."
"What?" He asked, momentarily confused.
"You said 'get your ass in my bed.' Except that I agreed to marry you. So, by default, that makes this OUR bed. You know, what's yours is mine and what's mine is yours and all that stuff?"
"You know, I'm growing quite tired of your sassy mouth and continued disobedience."
"And I'm growing quite tired of laying here and not being fucked already. Touch me, fuck me, get me off, do something--"
"That is NOT how this works--"
"I literally had you in the palm of my hand just a moment ago. I can do it again."
At this, he smacked her ass again and grabbed a handful of it tightly. "Just shut your mouth," he whispered. Then he climbed over her and lowered his body down over hers. Gently, he kissed her cheek and then spread light kisses over her neck, feeling her body tremble underneath him. "Winn, I love you," he whispered in her ear. "I'll never do anything to hurt you. But sometimes I just like to play. Will you play with me, Winn?"
He ran his hand gently along her arm as he kissed her again, trailing his kisses further, along her shoulders and to the back of her neck. Her trembling increased. "Yes," she finally whispered.
"Is that a yes, you'll play with me?"
"Yes."
"Good girl."
Lowering his body down the length of hers, he gently kissed every inch of skin he could get his mouth on, his ears acutely tuned to the moans and the sighs that escaped her in the process. He kissed her shoulders, all over her back, on her sides, and even up and down the backs of
her legs as he pulled her panties off of her.
Pulling his body back up over hers, he took her arms, one at a time, and held them over her head, putting her wrists together and then, expertly--expertly to the point where it almost startled even him--tied her panties around them tightly. He looked down at her face and her head lifted off the pillow. "Did you just tie me up with my own underwear?"
He smiled. "What can I say, I'm resourceful. Don't sass me again."
He moved his body back down hers and, kneeling over her, he spread her legs apart and slid his fingers inside her, surprising her. She gasped and then he remembered Christmas where she begged him to start slow and so he worked from memory and only increased intensity when he felt like she was starting to enjoy it.
The visual he had of her hands tied together over her head and her legs spread in front of him made him hard again. He almost felt bad because he knew she'd just started feeling good with his fingers inside her, but he had to have her and he couldn't wait.
Slowly, he slid himself inside her, watching for her reaction. Goddamn, she felt better than ever. Would this be a permanent...thing? Would she seriously be tight like this every single time? She felt amazing and the practice of self-control was growing dangerously futile.
He watched her close her eyes and bite her lip and he gave her several strokes before he decided she was comfortable with it. Then he leaned into her ear and pressed his hand against her outer thigh. "Close your legs and lay flat on the bed."
Slowly, she did as she was told, until they found themselves in the position he wanted to be in. Almost immediately, he felt her body melt into the bed and she closed her eyes and her jaw hung open. "Oh my god," she said in a voice that came straight from her throat. "Oh, fuck," she whispered next as he continued where he left off. Her breathing started to catch in her throat and the air came out in staggered whimpers. "That feels so fucking good," she whimpered. "Shit..."
He smiled for a moment before he began to lose himself inside her. He lowered his body close to her, wrapping his hands around her tied ones, and resting his elbows on either side of her arms. He hung his head, kissing her skin where he could reach her, her face, her shoulder, her neck, and he breathed in her ear between kisses.
He sped up and she grew louder. The louder she was, the more he liked it. Faster. Harder. Louder. Within minutes, she was crying out his name, her eyes tight shut and her fists balled up tightly underneath his hands. They came within seconds of each other, and he found himself biting the back of her shoulder as he bucked hard into her for the last time, growling his orgasm into her skin.
He pulled out and he lay there for a moment, catching his breath and kissing her cheek. It was only when he untied her hands and lifted himself off of her body when he heard her sniff and saw the tear roll down her face. "Oh my god, Winn." He turned her over onto her back and she raised her arm and wiped her tear off her face with the back of her hand. "Baby, why are you crying? Did I hurt you? I am so sorry--"
"It was just that damn good," she said, attempting a laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm just--that was just so good. You're just--you're the best I've ever had."
He smiled down at her. "I better be."
She giggled through her tears as she spread her legs apart and allowed him to settle himself in between them and pull the covers up over them. He kissed her gently and he moved her hair out of her face."I love you," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his lips. "I
love you so much. You're just--you're the most amazing man I've ever known in--in every way possible. You're--you're everything to me, you're--I'm so madly in love with you."
He smiled at her again. "We should do this more often."
She smiled back. "I also think--I don't know, I also think maybe it's hormones. They're all over the place lately, I never know how something's going to make me feel anymore."
"As long as it doesn't make you love me any less."
"Never."
He suddenly remembered she was pregnant. Damn, did he seriously forget in that short amount of time? "Is this--is this okay? Is this position okay for you?"
She nodded. "I think so...I mean, it's not like I really have much of a belly yet..."
"Maybe I should move--"
"I don't want you to."
He searched her face and then he nodded. "Okay." Lowering his head, he kissed her, parting her lips and taking her tongue gently with his. It was okay if she didn't want him to move. He could stay wrapped up in her like this forever.
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The next morning, Taylor opened his eyes and he smiled. He felt the chill of the air and he pulled the covers tighter around him as he was sleepily greeted by Winn's smiling face. Waking up next to her did things to his heart he'd never felt before. He rolled over to pull her close to him and he realized she was fully clothed--long sleeves, pants, socks, the works. He furrowed his brow in confusion. "I was counting on you still being naked
when I woke up."
She grinned at him and snuggled closer to him, pulling the covers tighter around them. "I was. But then I got dressed. We lost power about four hours ago."
His eyes widened and he blinked at her. "What?"