Page 13 of Baby, It Snowed Outside

I look up at him batting my eyelashes playfully, but he doesn’t give me time to respond. Instead he makes another demand. “Take off these sweatpants.”

“I will if you do,” I respond fiestilly, not missing a beat.

He cocks his head to the side as his lips sweep up into a cunning half smile. He folds his thumbs into his waistband. Each movement is slow and sensual as he slides his pants down, revealing everything.

Zane’s eyes hold my gaze until I blink to steal a downward glance. His cock is swollen as he reaches down and begins stroking himself. I can’t bring myself to look away even though I feel him watching me, as I stare at him.

“Your turn, Aspen,” he moans while gliding his hand up his thick shaft.

I slide the sweatpants down, leaving my lacy thong as the only piece of clothing remaining on my body.

“Mmmmm,” he moans. “Now touch yourself.”

I bite my bottom lip nervously, unsure but he stares me down into submission and my hand betrays me, slipping beneath the sheer fabric to draw long strokes across myself. I watch as his dick throbs in his hand, at least doubling in size. I gasp.

Zane mistakes my gasp for pleasure and smiles down at me.

“Is it going to fit?” I whisper, suddenly second-guessing if I want to go through with this or not.

“Oh, it’s going to fit. It’s going to fit because you’re going to be a good girl and relax enough for me to make it fit. Isn’t that right?” He says, arching a brow and looking at me with a smolder that could rival a movie star.

Oh my God. Did he just call me a good girl? I suddenly understand why the men in my dirty books say it all the time. I tilt my head back against the brick of the fireplace and close my eyes. It’s satisfying as hell to know he’s watching. I only wish I had his fingers touching me right now. I feel so inexperienced. I’m not really sure what to do to make this any better for him.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me right now?” He asks, when he realizes I’m not answering.

My fingers stop what they are doing and I whisper with my eyes still closed, unable to look him in the eyes with my confession. “I have never, not like this. I don’t know how to do that, Zane.”

My admission snaps something inside of him. I can feel him closing in on me. My eyes flutter open just in time to see him hovering over me. His eyes flash, lighting up to dance in the glow from the fire. “Well then,” Zane rasps. “We need to change that. Right now.”

His muscular arms wrap around my waist and then he’s hoisting me onto the thick wooden slab of the mantel. He’s moving quickly, there’s no hesitation as he grips the string on my thong and pulls it down my legs, tossing it onto the floor below. Zane’s fingers run up my legs like explorers desperate to chart every inch of my body, making me shiver with delight at the anticipation of his touch. My heart is racing in my chest. When his lips land against my knee, I hold my breath. This is really happening. He kisses my leg softly; trailing his kisses like a wildfire spreading up my inner thigh, pausing only to let his hot breath land against my pussy. It’s too much. My back arches and my head tilts back into the wall. I wait on pins and needles to feel his lips against my skin. He’s tormenting me, leaving my body agonizing over the thought. Instead Zane turns his head and kisses his way down to my knee on the opposite leg.

“Put your feet up on my shoulders, gorgeous.” He instructs, his mouth moving with devilish delight.

“But—“ I start to protest.

Zade’s finger lands against my lips as his body fills the space between my legs. I can feel the heat radiating from him. His chest pressed against my entrance as he leans in to growl against my ear. “Be a good girl and put your feet up on my shoulders, Aspen.”

I do exactly as he instructs, too wrapped up in him to fight the urge to listen to his sinfully-addictive, silky smooth voice. It’s a good thing I wax religiously, otherwise I might be too embarrassed to allow any of this right now.

“Fucking perfect,” he whispers in a husky voice.

The next thing I know his mouth is on my aching pussy. His tongue drags across me and I cry out in pleasure, surprising myself. His tongue slides over and around my clit sending my body soaring over the edge. I moan, unable to control myself from reacting. I’ve never felt a pleasure as good as this before. My breath is hitched and ragged as his tongue works me over. Zane sucks my clit between his lips, then his tongue flicks across it, driving me closer and closer to new heights of pleasure. Is this what I’ve been missing out on? I never want it to stop.

“That’s my girl. Beg me to make you come,” he rumbles, pausing for a moment.

“Please, Zane” I whisper.

“Please, what, Aspen?” He taunts. “I want to hear you beg me for it.”

“Please make me come.” I beg, giving into his demands. “I want to know how it feels.”

He moans. I never knew words could turn a man on like this. I thought for sure these types of things were completely fictional. “Anything for my girl.”

“You’re going to experience an intense and overwhelming desire to be filled. When that happens, just tell me and I’ll walk you through the rest.” Zane doesn’t give me time to ask questions. He resumes dragging his tongue across my sensitive pussy.

“Zane,” I moan again, lifting my hips toward him as a wave of pleasure washes over me.

“Yes,” he answers without pulling his mouth from my pussy.

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