Page 13 of Snowy Secrets

My gaze takes its own trip down her plump breasts, narrow waist, full hips. Those strong legs press together, shining from my mouth. I grab my bobbing cock as she watches, cheeks pink and green eyes bright—a nymph sent to tempt me. I stroke myself once, but it won't do.

Maybe Freya can sense it because she draws nearer, climbing up my body and rubbing herself against me. I hold myself in place until she has me locked at her entrance, coating me with her juices. The slow slide of her over me takes three soft strokes to seat my shaft fully inside her.

I swear under my breath. She's so damn hot and wet and tight.

Smoothing my hands up her legs, over her firm ass, and up her back, I pull her closer, helping her rock over me. Those delicate hands brace either side of my head, and I watch as her red hair falls around her face. The sway of her tits above me has me licking my lips. As I lift myself into her, I rear up to grab anipple in my mouth. Fuck. She clamps down around me when I suck hard.

And the noise she makes. It tightens my balls.

I lock a forearm low on her back, keeping her hips in place and thrusting up into her with rough force. Freya's hands lose traction, and I kiss my way up her neck, clutching her harder.

"Yes. Fuck, Wyatt.Yes." She hisses in pleasure, and I can feel her grow wetter around me.

Her nose knocks against mine, and I'm lost in those green eyes. They're filled with fairy lights, and I'm sure that she can see me right now, truly see me, like I see the wild and free creature this woman is.

I can't shake how right she feels.

Tipping my hips a fraction makes her catch her breath, hips grinding, core tightening. I grin up at her, cocky because I just found her G-spot. Now, the game is on. Time to see how many times I can get this vixen to come. The great thing is, I don't have to change a single thing I'm doing to make it happen.

Her moans start low. Breathless.

Then, she's panting for me.

It builds into long, drawn-out groans. Whimpers.

A soft round of pleas.

I kiss her as she starts to break apart, both hands gripping her ass cheeks to hold her in place as I plunge up into her. God, the wet sound of her pleasure and how our hips smack together threaten to drag me over the edge with her. But she pulses hard, clamping down and strangling my cock.

"Fuck, you feel good," I tell her, fucking her through the aftermath of her orgasm until she's heavy and limp atop me. I slow but don't stop. "You okay?"

"Mmm-hmm. Need two minutes," she murmurs against my chest.

"An entire two minutes?" She's so wet that my gentle plunges are easy for her to rock with. "You're sure? You can just lie here and let me build you back up, and when you break a third time, you'll know I can do it all over again."

Her weak laughter has me grinning.

"I'm going to roll you over now, so you can just sit back and relax for those two minutes." I lift her up and flip us over. Her nails sink into my shoulders before she melts against the mattress, and she doesn't argue when I hook her knees at my elbows and lean down to roll my hips.

Freya's gasp is delightful. Her squirm more so. Those enchanting eyes home in on mine. "God, you're good at this."

"Glad to hear it." I give her a little more force, and she twists the sheets in her hands.

"Don't be too cocky about it, or you'll ruin the moment." She arches to take me better.

"Yes, ma'am. Too much cock is the last thing we need right now."

Her laughter tightens her around me, and I groan. Her hips move up against my thrusts, and I know she's ready to take more. Rearing back, I brace my hands under her knees and hold her in place as I piston into her tight core.

Freya's mouth falls open, and I swear to God, her pussy is going to be the end of me. The strangling heat of my own climax rises, and I drop hold of her knees, sinking down into her. We slide together with hard, punctuated thrusts until she seizes under the momentum of my hips.

And I crash into her, grinding against her sex and spilling myself into her.

Her limbs fall loosely around me, and I cradle her against me, nuzzling her hair and memorizing her scent. After a minute, I lean up on one elbow. "What do you think? Need two minutes?"

Her grin twists need inside me. "A whole two minutes? Me?"

I laugh with her as I slowly creep down her body, planting kisses along her slick flesh. "If you need it, sit back and relax, sweetheart. I'm just going to clean you up a bit before I take you again."

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