Lust clouds my thoughts, my skin flushes hot like a fever, and every graze of Snow’s nails down my back lights a fire in my blood.
Keeping one hand braced on the bed next to Snow, I reach down between our bodies and shove my boxers down just enough to free my cock.
A gasp escapes me as I take myself in hand and a rush of pleasure surges through me.
Snow rises up and swallows my next gasp by kissing me deeply, then her arm joins mine between us.
Rather than pushing her panties down, she pulls the fabric aside and then her hand joins mine on my cock.
My hips punch forward at the sudden soft contact and I groan low.
“Oh, my God,” Snow whimpers and she pulls the tie tighter until we’re nose to nose. “I need that inside me. Now.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I tease softly. “You’re not ready for me.”
“I am,” she gasps, thrusting her hips upward. “Oh, please, I am. I am.”
“Not yet.”
“Xander!”
“Patience, darling.”
A sweet, desperate whimper rises in her throat and it turns into the most beautiful moan I’ve ever heard when I slide my hips forward and press my cock against the slick, searing heat of her pussy.
With no lube, her own juices are the only slick I have and I have no desire to hurt her.
“Xanderplease,” Snow whines, sounding close to tears. “I need you inside me, I need to feel you,please!”
Tension tightens through my entire body and it takes all my restraint not to enter her right then and there.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, my voice low and throaty.
She tightens her legs around me once more. “Yes.”
“Then be patient.”
Snow’s teeth suddenly sink into my lower lip, biting hard enough that pain flashes sharp and hot through my face.
Just as I’m about to jerk away, her tongue follows and she soothes over the bite with a soft lick.
She’s going to be the death of me.
Back and forth, I rock my cock through her soaked folds, and my arm holding me up trembles, threatening to give way if I don’t sink inside her soon. Each slow stroke is torture.
Her pussy is unbelievably hot and each drag through her lips fogs my mind more and more.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
I’m burning up and I ache to look down at her but Snow keeps her fist around my tie like it’s her lifeline.
Her other hand claws at my shoulder while she peppers kisses up and down my jaw, then she presses her hand back against the pillow and bites her lower lip so hard that the healing split on her lip threatens to reopen.
“God,” she croaks, fighting to stifle her sounds. “I can’t— I can’t. You’re driving me insane, I can’t even?—”
Her words end in a punch of air as I finally end my teasing and thrust my cock an inch inside her.
