Page 35 of Snowbound with the Santas

Hot dampness surrounds me and the softest, sweetest sound I’ve ever heard comes from Rayne’s throat.

She doesn’t speak, but that sound is enough to inflate my ego for the rest of my fucking life. With my arms back around her and my lips trailing slowly up and down the side of her neck, I start to rock my hips forward.

Heaven is real.

The heat between her thighs is incredible, and feeling how wet she is just from this contact gives me such a high that all exhaustion fades from my limbs. I tighten my arms around her waist and graze my teeth lightly against where her pulse flutters desperately just underneath her skin.

Rayne pants heavily, smothering her sounds with one of her palms. Her other hand moves between her thighs, and each short thrust of my cock between her thighs has her fingers stroking over my crown. Pleasure spears rapidly through my body and my cock aches for more.

I want to climb on top of her and sink inside her. I want to fuck her until she screams and the mountain forever sings with the noise of her pleasure. I want to take her apart, piece by piece, and care for every part of her, then put her back together so that she always remembers me.

But we have to be quiet.

I don’t even want to consider what the others might think about this.

We rock together as subtly as we can, trapped between the tight fabric of the sleeping bag. Heat builds quickly between us and it’s almost smothering, but it’s so worth it.

Then Rayne starts to move.

She wriggles back and forth, shifting against me as if she wants every inch of her back to stroke across my chest. I let her, unsure if this is something she enjoys or if she’s trying to do something.

I catch on a few seconds later when she parts her thighs as much as she can, grasps my cock with one hand, and tilts my length upward.

My crown kisses the molten, silky heat of her soaked pussy and my mind goes blank.

Only one thought remains.

She wants me to fuck her.

I thrust my hips upward as she shimmies down, and her body parts for me so easily that I slide inside her like a dream.

My earlier thoughts were wrong.

Thisis heaven.

Her silken heat locks down around me, and as our hips press together once more, she tightens all of her muscles so suddenly that I can’t smother the moan that punches out of me.

She laughs softly, a sweet, breathless sound, and tightens her core further as if she’s locking us together. My heart’s racing, punching up into my throat.

“Please,” Rayne whispers, and her entire body nuzzles back into mine. I snuggle her tightly, kiss her jaw where I can reach, and then I thrust into her.

Being trapped like this gives me little space to move, but we quickly find a rhythm and rock together as subtly as we can. All thoughts of everyone else flee my mind, and my focus is on Rayne.

The woman who listened to me. Who ran into the snow and crashed into our lives, and whom I have a growing, solid urge to protect with my life.

Her moans are just whispers with each breath, but her sounds start to get louder. The sweet tone of her voice grazes each breath, and she has no way to silence herself other than her hand.

I fuck her as deep as I can, shifting our positions so that I’m half on top of her, which allows me to add a downward roll to my hips, then an upward thrust.

She moans briefly, then buries her face in both of her hands and whimpers.

I can barely hold back any longer. Rayne trembles in my arms like a leaf, and her pussy flexes around me in ripples. My cock aches, my balls tighten swiftly, and the only warning I can give her is to sink my teeth into the firm juncture of her shoulder.

Rayne whimpers, and just as my orgasm crashes through me, her entire body flexes like the pull of a bowstring.

She comes with a sharp squeal, muffled behind her fingers, and we fall together into an abyss of pleasure.

Holy shit.

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