He sank down, hunched before her, hard thighs splayed to either side of her face. She saw the muscles tighten and bulge. First one foot sank into the water to one side and then the other as he drew closer and sat on the edge. She could feel the heat, not just of the water, but of him, his sexual aroma permeated her senses, exciting her, arousing her.
He reached over to the tray and scooped something from the large bowl and held it out to her. “Taste,” he said as he held his cupped hand filled with white frothy cream before her. “I've added something special. Tell me what it is and you shall have your treat."
She now knew it was the kitchen he had gone to. Cooking and creating new recipes was a hobby of his. Sticking out her tongue, she lapped at the contents of his curved palm. It was sweet, smooth cream and she savored and swirled it in her mouth. She felt a tingling on her tongue, a refreshing taste melded with the light sweetness. She looked up at him and smiled.
"You've added mint,” she said triumphantly.
She saw the look of approval in his eyes as he reached out to stroke her face. “Very good, kitten. Finish the cream and you know what to do with the rest. I want a little preview of what that tongue and mouth of yours can do."
Eagerly, she leaned forward and with long strokes of her tongue lapped at the cream, cleaning his palm thoroughly of every speck of white. She reached up to clasp his wrist, sucking each individual finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue along its surface, then one last lingering swipe along the length of his hard palm.
"Oh, yes,” he growled, gazing down at her, his eyes locked with hers through the whole encounter. “Very, very good.” He leaned back until he was resting on his elbows and his legs splayed widely to either side of her. His skin gleamed, his small brown nipples puckered with the briskness of the night, wet from the flakes falling faster and faster.
She rose up from the water and felt the chill of the air grasp at her own body, making her nipples bead tightly, prominent and needy. Turning toward the bowl she scooped up a handful of the homemade whipped cream, then turned back to him, a smile on her lips.
His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed, flakes clinging to his dark lashes. She reached forward and began to apply the cream to his thick penis in long, slow strokes.
"Oh, yeah,” she heard him murmur as she took an excruciating amount of time to prepare her treat. She coated his balls, drawing her wet fingers up and between them, beneath and over until they were white with the cream, not a speck of flesh visible.
Another scoop from the bowl and she began to coat his cock. A fingertip across the plumed head, admiring her creation as she smoothed the cream across the slit, delving inside, saw him arch and moan, continued to taunt him with her touch, anticipating the moment when her hot mouth would consume him, sending him over the edge.
More cream to decorate his burgeoning stalk, until finally he was completely cloaked in white cream. Now his body glistened not only from wet flakes from the sky, but sweat beaded his flesh as well.
Now was the time. First, she leaned down and lapped at his balls, swirling her tongue around and between, under and over until all the frothy silk was consumed. She slowly trailed her tongue up over his length, swirling her tongue over the head, licking it clean and delving into his slit.
"Damn, yes,” he yelled and arched. “No one has a mouth and tongue like yours. God, yes."
She felt a chuckle grow in her chest, a sense of power enveloping her as finally she consumed him, tasting not just the cream and mint, but his essence. She felt him pulse and expand beneath her ministration, hard and throbbing. Her tongue and mouth grew more insistent. She cupped and kneaded him with her hands, pressing them against his groin, pulled at his flesh with her mouth, driving him higher and higher.
She gripped his hard thighs, and took him as deep into her mouth as she could, feeling the tip stroke against the back of her throat. And then he was gone, soaring high, and she felt him erupt, spewing hotly as she gulped at his cum, taking salty cream mixed with the sweetness and mint. God he tasted so good.
She heard his shout of satisfaction and his hand gripped her hair, threading through the locks as he finally forced her up onto the ledge over his body, his penis now semi-erect in the aftermath of his orgasm.
She climbed up his body, rubbing her slick flesh against his. When she was fully on top of him, he pulled her face to him and demanded her lips, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, kneading with a fierce dominance she reveled in.
He yanked her legs to either side of his hips, opening her wide. Breaking the kiss, he looked up at her.
"Ride me,” he demanded. “Make me hard and ride me."
She reached down between their melded bodies and grasped his penis, knowing it probably wouldn't take much to get him ready for her. Her fingers feathered over his smooth, hot flesh and her mouth dropped to sucked at his flat, hard nipples, pulling and tugging, nipping and teasing.
"Yes,” he breathed. “Just like that. Damn, but you make me hot."
Finally, she rose about him and enclosed him into her wet pussy, sliding over him with ease, until he was fully inside her.
"Yeah, that's it,” he said, encouraging her. He looked up at her through slitted lids, eyes glittering with lust. “Clasp your hands behind your neck."
She did as he asked, thrust her chest forward and she saw the look of approval in his eyes. He reached up to tug at her nipples, his hands stretching to cup her heavy breasts as she bounced above him, riding him as he asked, the friction causing arrows of pleasure to shoot through her body.
Falling snow melted on their bodies, singed almost before it struck their flesh as she rode him, on and on and on.
His hands reached out to fasten onto her hips anchoring her to his body, his cock deep inside her. “Do you know what you look like right now?” he asked her.
She wanted to move, yet the presence so thick inside her, teasing at her cervix was driving her crazy. It felt too good. “No,” she gasped. “What do I look like?"
"A fucking snow queen. Looking up at you, with the snow falling, thick and white, and the black sky. And you,” he thrust his hips once, sending a shaft of pleasure pain racing through her, “bare, silky skin, beautiful breasts, open and taking me into that tight little pussy of yours. And you're all mine."
"If you keep this up, I'm going to come without moving another muscle,” she said.
A chuckle deep in his chest erupted and he released her hips. Then she started riding him fast and hard, rubbing his cock against her clit, undulating her hips, needing to come, and wanting him to come.
She knew it would take a long time because he had orgasmed so short a time before, but she meant to make him lose control again and she refused to let herself climax before that moment, no matter how much she wanted it.
The world around them might be a frigid winter wonderland, but right now, riding him hard, the heat was like a sauna in a tropical paradise, surrounding them in lustful, sensual warmth, searing them with the passion that rose between them.
Then she felt it, the tightening of his body and she slammed over him, felt him erupt deep into her vagina, felt her own climax surge and spasm. His roar mingled with her scream and he rose up over her, pulling her tight to his body.
Powerfully, he inched forward and dropped them into the warm, pulsing water, still spasming in release and another wave of pleasure coursed through her. She closed her eyes and leaned boneless against him.
Finally, he slid from her body and pulled her toward where the tray set. He picked up one of the mugs and held it out for her to sip from. It was his own recipe of hot chocolate with a splash of whisky. She sipped at it eagerly, replete and oh so very tired.
Moments later, he helped her from the pool and they padded into the cabin and upstairs to the bathroom where he took his time to bathe her thoroughly. She leaned back against the shower wall, a smile on her lips, thoroughly enjoying every touch of his hands on her body.
Seven
/> She lay snuggled next to him in the bed beneath the thick quilts. He stroked his hand along her naked back as she gazed out the window at the first threads of gray dawn.
"Happy anniversary, darling,” he murmured, then kissed her chastely.
"Happy anniversary,” she offered in return, a smile curving her lips. Then she sighed. “I wish we could stay here forever. It's too perfect."
"Well, I have a surprise for you."
She turned to look up at him. “What kind of surprise?"
"I purchased the cabin. It belongs to us and we can come up here as often as we like. Our own little world away from it all."
She gasped. “You can't be serious. Oh my God, how did you manage it?"
He pulled her back down to him. “A little wheeling and dealing. I've had a good year with our investments and I've been watching the real estate up in this area. It was just a question of being in the right place at the right time."
"Oh, I love it here. I can't believe this.” She leaned up and kissed him, tears in her eyes, then pulled away to look down at him. “You know I l—"
He pressed a finger to her lips. “No, don't say it."
She pressed her lips firmly closed. She would do nothing to ruin this moment, no matter how much she yearned to verbalize how full her heart was right now. So instead, she laid her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She would find the right time. For now, she would just have to settle for showing him how much she loved him. He was her lover, her husband, her companion, her master.
Long moments later she lay beneath him, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. Even in sleep he displayed his possession of her with one leg thrown across her hips and his fingers tightly fisted in her hair.
Again, she looked out the window and saw that the snow had not let up and in fact seemed to be a thick, solid blanket of white. She smiled and snuggled closer. Wouldn't it just be a shame if they were snowed in up here for a very, very long time? The man of her dreams making love to her in the home of her dreams, designing their own winter wonderland. What an intriguing idea.
About the Author
Adrianna Dane (who also writes as Tess Maynard) has been writing since the age of ten. She currently resides in the state of Washington and is a member of RWA, Olympia Chapter of RWA, and EPIC.
Adding sensual heat to romance with a dusting of suspense is Adrianna's motto. “Esmerelda's Secret” released by Amber Quill Press in June of 2004 was Adrianna's first book, and with that story and her subsequent books has firmly established herself as a voice in the sensual/erotic romance genre.
Find out more about her current releases as well as planned future releases and appearances at www.adriannadane.com.
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