Page 12 of Snowy Secrets

"Is that all for me?" The flash of her white teeth sucker punches me.

I rock against her hand. "Yeah. Let's see how much of it you can take."

Her wild laughter tugs at my heart. She's in my arms again.

"Direct me to a bed."

Freya grabs my hand, drawing me through a dark living room and into a small hall with three doors. On the right, I finally see our destination—a bed just big enough for the two of us and all the dirty things we're about to do.

Standing at the edge of her bed, she lures me closer, hands smoothing under my shirt the moment I'm close enough, and I'm mesmerized by the electricity held in the tips of her fingers. I reach back and yank my shirt over my head to give her better access to my body.

She bites her lip, and I'm glad she likes what she sees. Years of hard labor and hiking in the wilderness have built my muscles. The heat of her hands on me drowns me in cravings.

I can't hold it back any longer. Grabbing her by the waist, I toss her onto the mattress and crawl over her. Drawing out long, teasing kisses, I slide her dress up those smooth legs. The thin string of her panties has me pulling it away to snap it back against her skin.

We grin at each other.

"Save any of that sugar dust?" The heat in her eyes, highlighted by the soft light through her window, pulses desire down to my core. Fuck, do I ache for her. I have been all night, ever since the moment I spotted her on the dance floor.

"As a matter of fact…" I pull the small cone from my back pocket and lay it beside her. "But first things first."

I sit us up to unzip her dress and lift it over her head. The light pink lace bra is tight around her full breasts. She's practically spilling out of it, and my mouth waters with how badly I want to suck her flesh into my mouth.

The tiny triangle of fabric covering her sweet center pushes me over the edge. I can't wait. Her breast fills my mouth, lace and all.

Freya arches into me, moaning low with the same need coursing through me. The curves of her hips fill my hands. And God, everything about her is soft and luscious and perfect. I drag her bra off her, freeing her for more lavish attention. Her hand sinks into my hair as I roll a hard nipple against the roof of my mouth.

"Fuck," she whispers, squirming under me.

I'm so hard I could hammer a nail into the wall, and my cock twitches. But when I reach for that sexy thong, my plan isn't to jump on her like some schoolboy. I grab the cone of sugar dust and sprinkle a little low on her belly and across her hips.

My tongue follows, melting sweetness across my tongue. Her wiggling makes me clamp ahold of her and keep her still until I've lapped up every granule of sugar from her skin. With hergrip twisting in my hair, she tugs me toward where she wants me, and I nip her inner thigh.

"So impatient. The night is still young." I tut, blowing across those beautiful, wet folds as I spread her knees wider. "And you look so delicious."

A needy noise vibrates up her throat before I bend to spread my tongue over her slit, spreading her open. Then, I seal my mouth over her, thrusting my tongue into her sweet pussy. She tastes addictive, and I know that I will need this again. And again, if I can convince her.

Freya rocks against me, driving my tongue deeper, and I give her everything in my arsenal—tongue, teeth, breath, vibrations. I slide my hand under her hip, around her stomach, and up to her breast, squeezing the plump flesh until I have her nipple pinched between a finger and thumb.

Her back flies up off the bed, her nails biting my flesh as her sweet arousal coats my tongue. Sucking on her clit elicits a startled cry.

Settling on my elbows, I look up to catch her watching me, and she looks like a succubus, a goddess meant to tempt me out of my soul.Well done, minx. It's yours.

Her hips are gyrating. She's seeking an end to the teasing. But I flick my tongue over that sensitive bud and mimic the move over her hard nipple. After a few more swipes, I have her thighs shaking, and I pull back.

"That's it. You're going to make me come." Freya's up and pushing me down on the bed. I put up absolutely no fight. If a woman wants to take control in bed, I'm not going to turn her down.

I laugh gruffly as she rises over my chest and shoulders. Fuck, yes. "Going to ride my face, sweetheart?"

"Yes." Her hands grip her headboard as I grab ahold of her hips, guiding her down to my mouth with long, languid licks.It takes mere moments to have her pleasure dripping down my chin and cheeks, and the moment her orgasm seizes her, I latch on, wringing out every ounce of it that I can.

When I let go of her, she's shaking so hard that she can barely keep upright. I tug her down my body. "That was fucking hot."

Her laugh is a bit unhinged, and when her ass meets my jeans, she wails. "Why are those still on?"

"You haven't taken them off me yet." I rotate my hips against her sensitive flesh, and her groan rumbles against my chest.

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" But she makes no move to undress me. She simply gasps with each undulation. Then, she's in motion, hands to my chest, back arched, body beautiful. Freya drops away, yanking my jeans open and off my hips. She makes quick work of stripping me bare, biting her lip as she looks me over.

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