My lust, my growing love, my thankfulness at her gentility and understanding.
I’m going to fuck her until I have to carry her to the car.
22
SNOW
He kisses me deeply and we sink down onto the heated blanket, tangled together under the other blankets pooling around us and keeping the cold at bay.
Every part of my body hungers for this man, and it’s far too easy to forget about everything else.
I let it all slip from my mind.
All that matters is Xander’s hand against my neck as he kisses me deeply, pressing me down until I’m completely flat and he’s over the top of me with a soft groan.
I loop one arm around his neck and draw him closer, worrying my teeth over his lower lip while his colder hand slips between our bodies and drags up my shirt.
“Mm!” The cool touch of his fingers against my warm body makes me jolt, and Xander smiles against my lips.
“Cold?”
“Mhm. Your hands are always cold.”
“Occupational hazard,” he murmurs, finally breaking the kiss. Our eyes meet and he winks at me. “But it does have its advantages.”
“Oh, really?” My head shifts to an angle as I gaze up into his dark eyes and lightly play with the short hairs on the back of his neck. “Care to show me?”
Remaining under the blankets while we remove our clothes becomes a rather amusing game of tangled limbs, clothing stuck on joints that refuse to give way and Xander ending up with a mouthful of my hair and my elbow in his ribs as I try to pull off my pants and end up rolling us to the edge of the blanket, fully burritoing us within the other blankets.
He laughs heartily, which is the best sound I have ever heard in my life, and by the time I’m back on the heated blanket, we’re both panting with amusement and Xander’s hands have suitably warmed up.
“How’s your ribs?” I ask with a giggle, tracing my hand over his ribs.
He shivers under my touch and surges down, kissing me hard. “Perfectly fine,” he murmurs, writing those words across my mouth as he refuses to pull back even a little. “Do you trust me?”
His free hand wanders over my abdomen and up to my bare breast, where he catches my nipple between two knuckles and lightly squeezes.
A pulse of pleasure shoots through me and I brace my ankles on the ground, thrusting my hips upward into the hard ridge of his cock resting against my hip. “I do.”
“Do you?” He leans up this time and fixes me with a cheeky look.
“I do.” Never have I meant something so firmly, and for a moment, it’s like a pulse of energy passes between us and settles warm in my chest like the comforting caress of his hand.
Xander smirks and suddenly disappears under the blanket, leaving me gazing up at the pale blue winter sky.
With impressive strength, he situates himself between my thighs and drapes both my legs over his shoulders while keeping the blankets tucked securely around us.
The winter air caresses my cheeks and neck, running its icy fingers down my shoulders and chest, but none of the cold breaches the warmth radiating from me as my heart begins to race.
Xander doesn’t touch, but his face is so close to my pussy that each breath he takes ghosts past me like a phantom touch and heat coils around my core.
“Xander,” I moan, reaching under the blankets for him. “Please…”
He grumbles but no words follow, and my core throbs once more.
“Xander.” I tighten my thighs around his head as if I can entice him closer, but suddenly, both his hands grip my thighs and part them until they’re both flat and spread against the ground.
I gasp, unable to find him under the covers with this new position keeping my hips flush to the ground, but before I complain, he acts.
