Page 41 of Snowy Secrets

"Come back down here, sweetheart." Slowly, I help her sink back into my lap, and she wastes no time, hand fisting around my cock and notching my head against her slippery entrance. With a small move of her hips, she's sinking down onto me, filling herself with my shaft until she's grinding her hips against mine. "Fuck if you're not the sweetest little morsel."

Her laughter tightens her around me as she adjusts to my girth. I rub my palms along her bare thighs, watching the goosebumps rise in my wake. Bella's first moves are slow andtenuous, and her touch is soft as it glides along my arms and shoulders, over my chest, and up into my hair. A nice squeeze adds to the burn, adding to the need I've been harboring for her.

So, when her mouth brushes mine, I struggle to remain passive—well, insomuch as I'm able. Bella feels far too good.

Our slow kiss only makes every small move amplify. Every moment with Bella seems to drown me in needy pleasure. I lose myself to the swirl of her tongue, the light nips of her teeth, the hum of her moans.

Finally breaking away, Bella increases her pace, taking me in longer, rougher thrusts. We find the right angle, and I nudge that bundle of nerves that makes her catch her breath.

There you are, sweetheart. Bear down on me like you're going to come quick and dirty after just a little licking and rubbing. Show me how needy you are for it.

Bella's mouth falls open, head back, and I know she's there. I tip my pelvis just a few degrees to press her clit against the hard planes of my muscle, and she jerks, strangling me. My hands on her hips are the only thing keeping her going as she falls apart, quaking and dropping into my lap.

Cradling her against me, I don't let her stop completely. I proved that theory about her wrong plenty of times already.

Peering across the table at River, his hands are still clenched on his knees, but he's not angry. He's barely holding himself back from taking her, too. It's exactly what we talked about. Sharing her. And tonight promises us that chance.

This is more than a show, different from just a fun night like the last time.

I meet Marcus' gaze, and he's not subtle in the way he's watching me grind against her. He strokes himself over his boxers.

Time to test her a little. I lift us a bit higher on my seat, spreading my thighs and thrusting a steady staccato into her core. "You're not done, are you?"

Her soft hands roam my sides as she lifts herself up to look at me. "You know better than that."

"I do." And I reach down under her knees, grabbing ahold of her ass and lifting her in my grip. The softness of her body feels right in my arms as I thrust her over me.

Bella holds on, hands locked behind my neck. The wet sounds of our bodies slapping together fills the silent space. Everyone's breathing hard, locked in this moment.

But it's quickly becoming obvious that this angle isn't enough. Not in the kitchen chair. We need more space. I heave upward and plant her bare ass on the table, making her yip from the sudden change. Instead of leaning her back, I guide her hands to the sturdy wooden table, take her knees in my palms, and pump long thrusts into her.

Bella's answering cry is music to my ears. The way her core grips me threatens to cross my eyes. Her red hair sways around her shoulders, accentuating the underlying pink of her skin, like a bright little nymph. And her freckles draw me to the sweetest parts of her—the swell of her breasts, the long line of her throat, the apples of her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, and the soft parting of her lips.

I roll my hips so that the head of my cock scrapes back and forth across that sensitive spot I found last time. She swears under her breath, a soft chant offucks.

And it's one thrust, just like the others that has her seizing up. "Yes. Fuck, Wyatt, Yes. Please. Oh, God. Right there."

Her moans echo in the silent thrum of the rest of the house, a cold winter night that has no chance of battling the inferno this woman has created between the three of us.

"Coming again for me already, sweetheart?"

"Mmm. Mmm-hmm." Soft little pants paired with the small tremor in her legs tell me she's close. Any stroke might push her over the edge and end her.

I play the waiting game as I watch her, front row and center for the best show in the world. The honeyed blaze in her green gaze coats me with the need to end her again and again. So fucking addictive. Just the right kind of woman who can handle the three of us.

And we're going to show her how, prove that she can take us, because I don't want to have to go without this connection to her again, without getting to play and tease and detonate her pleasure.

Her body bows forward, and I hammer myself home as she comes. The pulsing warmth threatens to take me with it, but I need one more thing out of her before I let that happen. After a few more thrusts, I bury myself deep and give her a few seconds to breathe.

Nuzzling her throat, I plant kisses along her jaw. "We're going back to that seat. Ready?"

Bella's groan makes me laugh. I count to three and set us back in my chair, draping her across my chest.

"I want to try something else."

"Are you always so insatiable?"

"Yes." I brush the hair from her face. "You enjoyed it last time if I remember correctly."

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