by Marin Black
Expecting another thrust, I tried to undulate my hips. But he held my hips tight to his with his strong hands, and I couldn’t move. Sweat-slick where we met, my pussy ached for more friction. I knew what he was doing—giving me control and taking it back, to drive me wild. It was working.
I threw back my head, trying to keep my hips from wanting to move, trying to breathe through this sweet torture. But with each passing second the ache in my core intensified, until I was panting. “Dean, please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me, for mercy’s sake. I can’t…” My inner muscles clenched around his cock, and I bit down on my lip, trying to control my breathing that wouldn’t slow, trying to keep my eyes from rolling up in my head. My orgasm was coming, but I barely recognized it, since I was laced with pain and a longing to move so intense. How could I come with only the sensation of him filling me?
“You can’t what?”
Blazing hot blue eyes met mine, his full lips drawing my gaze, making me think of them wrapped around my clit.
“You can’t…come?”
He flexed his hands on my hips, moving inside me a fraction, but it was enough to streak pleasure through me, making me tighten around his rod. His nostrils flared as he pressed me down tighter, stretching me even more.
I was already almost there again. So close. The cabin disappeared, and I was only aware of his body. His gaze. His cock taking me so near the edge. But I couldn’t move my hips, I couldn’t—
“What if I did this?”
He flicked one well-aimed finger across my rock-hard clit, and the world imploded. Heat surged through my core, bursting from my clit as my pussy clamped around him.
He shouted as I keened his name, and he finally released my hips. Guiding me upward, he pressed me back down on him. The surprise of his cock pumping inside me, the friction of the head wonderful on my sensitive tissues, made another wave of pleasure take me to heaven. Effortlessly, he shifted me up and down. My instincts finally kicked in, and my hips rocked with his. Anchoring myself against him, my arms tightly wrapped around his neck, I increased the speed just enough to get his attention.
His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and his face was pulled into a scowl of concentration. I turned my head, my lips grazing his ear, tongue darting out to lick his lobe before pulling it into my mouth. “This? Is this what you’ve always…dreamed about?”
His blue gaze branded me, and he changed the rhythm, pulling me closer while wrapping around me, until we were in a cocoon of our own making.
“Everything. I’ve dreamed of everything. With you.”
A grin took over my face, quickly replaced by a gasp as he rocketed into me. Fast, short thrusts that melted me into him, making me tighten and tingle. He pulsed inside me, telling me he was close. I couldn’t keep from raking my fingernails down his back. He let out a half shout, half groan, pounding into me as heat burst from him and filled me. Instantly, my body responded, tightening to a frenzy around him before liquifying in delicious waves so deep they flowed through my back, my hips, bursting around him before flowing out of me and curling my toes.
We sat like that for long moments, in the melted heat, our bodies merged into one. Finally, he collapsed to the floor, taking me with him. I sprawled on top of him, breathing in sync with him as his chest rose and fell.
I must have dozed off, because when I woke his gaze was on me again, this time soft and curious.
“You should come over to the farm, I have a generator there.” He looked around the room, then at the dying fire. “I kind of like it here, though. It’s cozy.”
“Yeah, being snowed in with you with only a campfire and our bodies for warmth is about the best way I can think of to spend the time.”
“Let’s stay here tonight, then.”
He lightly massaged my ass, squeezing gently, as if we’d been like this forever.
“But we can go over and bring back some supplies.”
“What about the steering wheel?”
He winked. “Get dressed, I have a surprise.”
After we were both dressed and bundled up, Dean took my hand and led me out to the tractor. To my surprise he pulled me around the back, taking down a couple of objects that looked like sandals made for giants.
His white teeth sparkled in the moonlight as he smiled. “Snowshoes! There’s just something about snowshoes and moonlight.”
My heart thudded and I agreed, letting him help me strap them onto my shoes. Once he gave me a quick lesson and I mostly got the hang of walking over the deep snow, he took my hand and we walked through a copse of woods and across a field that led to his family’s farm. We talked about what we could cook over the fire and about using a sled to transport what we needed to bring back to the cabin.
Before we went into his farmhouse, he pulled me close, kissing me and murmuring in my ear what he wanted to do to me once we got back to the warmth of the fire and the fur rug. His words created fantasies in my head better than I could have dreamed of.
I’d never been so happy to have stepped out from what was comfortable, making so many fantasies come true.
About the Author
Marin has the mountains in her blood, heart, and soul. Her favorite romances would include an untamed setting (maybe an Irish ruin), a historical love affair (especially if there’s a ghost), or just a bad boy with a good heart.
She loves to spend time with her son, hike, travel to wild and remote places, read, and camp in insanely crowded campgrounds—so she can burn all the food, keep the neighbors up all night with her campfire, and dream about what her characters will do next. And even though she writes “smut,” she still loves Jesus. At home, she loves to create new characters and their worlds, and is a freelance editor too.
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