Phoebe’s mouth was on his cock.
Forget hell. He was definitely in heaven. He would have thought his cock would shrivel in the cold. To the contrary, her hands and mouth were heating him to a boiling point.
“You've never done this before?”
She gave a slight shake of her head and he felt her smile on his cock. Holy hell, that glorious smile. And it belonged to him.
“I find that impossible to believe,” he croaked as her fingers heated his bollocks, causing them to tighten beyond comprehension. Her brow furrowed and he quickly clarified his statement. “What I mean to say…” He groaned once more as her tongue swirled around the length and the focused on the tip. “Phoebe,” he gasped. “You are on the verge of unmanning me.”
“That is the point, Joshua. Are you watching the road?”
“There is no bloody road,” he rasped as he glanced around the field and attempted to see if there were any travelers about or hunters bringing a rabbit home to cook. His gaze was met with a winter wonderland more beautiful than he’d ever imagined, especially when his gaze returned to the fallen angel kneeling at his feet with her snow-covered auburn curls bent over his cock. Life was glorious and he was going to spend all over her if he wasn’t careful.
“Phoebe.” He sounded out of control and that wicked little grin of hers teased his cock once more before she began taking him deeper, harder, faster. His cock struck the back of her throat and she struggled for a moment but then flattened her tongue and continued as if she had been a trained courtesan. She was determined and glorious.
His spine tingled. His bollocks tightened. “Phoebe, I…I can’t hold back.”
She ignored his warning.
“I’m going to come.” And he did. In her sweet, delectable mouth, he came like he never had before. His cock pulsing and spending like an untried lad with his first sexual experience. It was maddening to have so little control. He had thought to give her pleasure first. He had dreamed about making her come so many times, and she had been the one to be bold.
She leaned back on her heels and wiped the corners of her mouth with a single delicate finger as her tongue brushed across her upper lip and snow sprinkled down on her auburn curls. Then she slowly tucked his semi-hard cock back inside his trousers, each touch making him want more as she buttoned his falls. It had been impossible to take his eyes from her until she glanced forward and his own eyes followed her gaze.
“We are lucky this landscape is endless,” he confessed. “I’m not sure I would have noticed a cliff.”
A satisfied grin graced her lips as he helped her back into the seat, but she wouldn’t be there long. Items number one and three on her list were about to become a reality. He spied the crumbled stone ruins of an ancient wall to his right and directed the horse to them before pulling on the reins to stop the sleigh.
“What are we doing?”
“You wanted to make a snowman, and I promised to help you fulfill your list.”
“Iseabail said we should make a snow woman,” Phoebe replied while putting on her gloves.
“It is your list. We will make whichever you desire.”
“Then I would like to make both as they embrace in a kiss.”
He lifted a brow. “I believe one part of the snowman you wanted to build won’t be visible if they are kissing.”
“Yes, but I will know where it will be buried.”
“I like this saucy side of you,” he said as he pulled the horse to a stop and hopped down from the sleigh.
He reached up and placed his hands on her waist to help her down and couldn’t resist running her body down the length of his on her way to the ground. He groaned as her core came into contact with his quickly hardening cock and her eyes widened.
“So soon?”
“It is always hard with you around,” he answered truthfully.
She scoffed. “I would have noticed.”
“I can assure you, it’s true.”
She ran her hand over the length of him as if she could not believe he was ready once more. It was enough for him to decide the snow-couple could bugger off until another day. He had a snow angel to please. Joshua bent over and pick her up.
Phoebe squeaked. “What are you doing?”
“It’s time for a snow angel.”
