Dawn crept in gray and muted, the blizzard still battering the windows with relentless fury. Snow piled against the glass in drifts that blocked out most of the light, trapping them in a silent, frozen cocoon. Power remained dead. Phones showed no signal. The world outside had vanished, leaving only this house and the raw ache that pulsed between them.
Natalia stirred first, body heavy with satisfaction yet already stirring anew. Dried evidence of Ethan's earlier releases coated her inner thighs in sticky trails, a warm, slick reminder that clung to her skin as she shifted. Her core throbbed with renewed hunger, sensitive folds still tender from the relentless pounding they'd endured through the night. She turned toward him in the dimness, eyes tracing the powerful lines of his frame sprawled across the rumpled sheets—broad chest rising and falling, that impressive shaft resting thick and semi-firm against one muscled thigh.
She couldn't resist. Sliding lower without a sound, she brushed her lips along his hip, then lower still, until her breath ghosted over his length. It twitched at the contact, swelling rapidly under her gaze. Natalia parted her lips and enveloped the head in wet heat, tongue swirling lazily at first, savoring the mingled flavors of their shared passion from hours before. She took more, inch by gradual inch, until the heavy girth filled her mouth completely.
Ethan woke with a low rumble in his chest, fingers threading into her tangled locks. "Morning already, huh?" His voice carried a sleepy edge laced with fresh desire. "Couldn't wait to wrap those pretty lips around me again?"
She hummed in affirmation, the vibration drawing a hiss from him. Pulling back just enough to speak, she murmured, "I needed this. Needed to feel you stretch me open once more." Then she dove deeper, relaxing her jaw to accept every rigid inch until the tip nudged the back of her throat. Her eyes watered instantly, but she pushed onward, hollowing her cheeks and working her tongue along the underside.
He guided her rhythm with gentle yet firm pressure, hips lifting to meet her eager motions. But Natalia craved more than this. She released him with a wet pop, tugged his hand, and whispered, "Kitchen. Coffee first—then I want you to claim my mouth properly while it brews."
They stumbled there together, naked and unashamed, the lantern's faint glow trailing behind. The gas stove flickered to life with a soft blue flame, percolator beginning its slow bubble. Natalia dropped to her knees on the tiled floor before the counter, gaze locked upward in silent plea.
Ethan braced one hand on the granite edge, the other cradling her head as he fed his now fully erect member past her waiting lips. She swallowed him greedily, throat accommodating the immense width with practiced ease born of long-ago habit. Saliva soon overflowed, cascading in glossy rivulets down her chin and onto her heaving chest.
The wet, rhythmic sounds of her efforts mingled with the percolator's hiss—obscene and intimate. She bobbed faster, gullet convulsing around the invading thickness, tears streaming freely now as she fought for air yet refused to retreat. Her hands clutched his powerful thighs for balance, nails digging crescents into the skin.
Deeper still she forced herself, nose pressing flush against his abdomen, esophagus rippling in tight spasms that milked him mercilessly. The overwhelming fullness triggered something primal inside her; pressure built low in her belly, coiling tighter with every suppressed retch. Her neglected center clenched desperately, slick arousal dripping onto the cold floor beneath her.
Ethan's grip tightened in her hair, voice strained. "That's it—take every bit. You're made for this, aren't you? My perfect, insatiable woman."
The praise shattered her restraint. Her body seized, inner muscles contracting violently as a sudden rush of liquid heat sprayed from her core onto the tiles. She squirted hard, untouched, the release soaking her knees and puddling beneath while she continued to choke and suck through the waves of ecstasy.
Ethan followed seconds later, burying himself fully and unleashing powerful jets straight down her gullet. She gulped greedily, not wasting a single drop, even as fresh tears blurred her vision and her own climax left her trembling.
When he finally withdrew, strings of moisture linked them briefly before breaking. Natalia leaned back on her heels, chest rising and falling in ragged bursts, lips parted and gleaming.
The coffee finished brewing behind them, steam curling upward like a silent witness.
But the storm showed no signs of easing. And neither did their craving.
End of Chapter 6