Chapter 17: The Long Bite

Dewey took Ole out to the pickup with a blanket over his knees and a plate of pierogi for the road.

"One hour," Dewey said through the window. "Nine's warmed up in the yard. Keys are in it."

"We'll be there."

"Kid, put your hat on. Your hair's frozen."

The pickup's lights went down the drive.

The cabin was warm and quiet, with the woodstove ticking in the corner.

Dewey's bed stood against the far wall under a red wool quilt, and I stripped it back to the sheet.

Emlyn stood in the middle of the room, still in his coat, with his hands hanging.

"I'm frightened," he said.

"Of the Hall?"

"Of everything after it. Of wanting you for fifty years and being allowed." He laughed unsteadily.

"I don't know how to be a man who is allowed."

"Come here and practice."

I took off his coat, and then everything else.

He stood in front of me with freckles on his shoulders and the ring of my teeth, still red.

I kissed it.

He shuddered.

"Sit on the bed," I said. "Back against the headboard."

He sat, long legs out, and he watched me undress with his lips parted.

I took my time.

Boots, then the sweater, then the thermals, until I stood in the stove light in nothing but my gold hoops.

I'm a big woman.

I've been told to cover it all my life.

I stood there and let him look, and he looked like I'd handed him the moon.

"You're beautiful," he said. "I have never seen anything so..."

"Say it plain."

"I want to put my mouth on every inch of you."

"Good."

I climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs, facing him.

His cock stood up between us, flushed and thick, and I wrapped a hand around it and stroked once.

He groaned and let his head fall back against the wood.

"I'm setting the pace tonight," I said.

"Yes."

"I'm going to take you in, slow, and I'm not going to hurry. And you are going to drink from me the whole time."

"Vinnie."

"Not a sip. I want the longest bite you've ever taken."

His eyes opened.

"I won't hurt you."

"I know. Say it."

His voice cracked.

"Where would you like it?"

"My breast." I cupped the left one and lifted it to him. "Right here, over my heart, where I can feel you pull."

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