My pulse becomes a blur, my skin is raw under his touch, and I’m close to tears with how badly I want to feel him come inside me.
His hand seals lightly around my throat with his thumb and forefinger settling under my jaw.
He encourages me to look up and back at him, and as I do, his hand slides up until it covers both my throat and my jaw.
Even upside down, he’s so gorgeous.
This must be a dream. A man this gorgeous fucking me in a snow-covered field, talking about how he wants to stay like this forever?
Definitely a dream.
His mouth seals over mine and the moment we kiss, I come again.
I’m far too sensitive to hold back and my entire body convulses from the power of my orgasm.
He keeps me close and kisses me through it as he fucks me harder and harder to the point that I’m certain I’m going to break apart.
His teeth sink briefly into my lower lip the moment he comes, and my world goes white from the sheer rush of endorphins and satisfaction that overtakes me.
Heat rushes deep inside me, soothing my well-fucked muscles, and his hips stutter, losing their pace as he gives in to the pleasure and pours himself into me.
It’s the best sex of my life and I never want it to end.
There’s a chance it never will.
By the time Xander’s orgasm passes, we’re both exhausted and spent and we collapse together down onto the blankets.
Xander is quick to cover us up, trapping any heat so we don’t end up frozen, and he winds both his arms around me while kissing my forehead.
“How do you feel?”
“Like I just had my guts rearranged and my mind rewired,” I murmur against his bare chest, cuddling into him. “My God.”
“In a good way?”
Is that uncertainty in his voice? I shift my head against his chest to look up at him, smiling. “In the best way. I’ve never been treated like that before, but in a good way because you… you made me feel like I’m desirable or addicting or something.”
His fingers rest under my chin and he curls himself enough to kiss me. “You are exactly those things.”
“You’re just sweet-talking me because your cum is leaking out of me.”
Xander laughs suddenly, loud and unexpected, and then he kisses me again. “You have a way with words, Snow.”
“Oh, I know.” I chase his retreating lips and kiss him repeatedly until I’m above him, gazing down. “It was amazing. Don’t doubt yourself.”
His fingers curl and the back of his knuckles caress my cheek. “You’re so beautiful. And I’m not just saying that because you let me eat your pretty pussy for forty minutes.”
“Are you sure?” I squint at him, teasing, then kiss him slowly. “Round three?”
Round three unfortunately never comes as Xander’s phone suddenly blares into life.
He rummages through the blankets for his clothes and finally locates them, then presses his phone to his ear.
“Fred?”
I catch the buzz of conversation but no words, watching Xander nod once or twice and then grimace.
“Alright. I’ll be there.” He sits up and looks at me, his eyes flooded with regret. “I’m so sorry.”
