Chapter 22 Snow
SNOW
He kisses me deeply and we sink down onto the heated blanket, tangled together under the other blankets pooling around us and keeping the cold at bay.
Every part of my body hungers for this man, and it’s far too easy to forget about everything else.
I let it all slip from my mind.
All that matters is Xander’s hand against my neck as he kisses me deeply, pressing me down until I’m completely flat and he’s over the top of me with a soft groan.
I loop one arm around his neck and draw him closer, worrying my teeth over his lower lip while his colder hand slips between our bodies and drags up my shirt.
“Mm!” The cool touch of his fingers against my warm body makes me jolt, and Xander smiles against my lips.
“Cold?”
“Mhm. Your hands are always cold.”
“Occupational hazard,” he murmurs, finally breaking the kiss. Our eyes meet and he winks at me. “But it does have its advantages.”
“Oh, really?” My head shifts to an angle as I gaze up into his dark eyes and lightly play with the short hairs on the back of his neck. “Care to show me?”
Remaining under the blankets while we remove our clothes becomes a rather amusing game of tangled limbs, clothing stuck on joints that refuse to give way and Xander ending up with a mouthful of my hair and my elbow in his ribs as I try to pull off my pants and end up rolling us to the edge of the blanket, fully burritoing us within the other blankets.
He laughs heartily, which is the best sound I have ever heard in my life, and by the time I’m back on the heated blanket, we’re both panting with amusement and Xander’s hands have suitably warmed up.
“How’s your ribs?” I ask with a giggle, tracing my hand over his ribs.
He shivers under my touch and surges down, kissing me hard. “Perfectly fine,” he murmurs, writing those words across my mouth as he refuses to pull back even a little. “Do you trust me?”
His free hand wanders over my abdomen and up to my bare breast, where he catches my nipple between two knuckles and lightly squeezes.
A pulse of pleasure shoots through me and I brace my ankles on the ground, thrusting my hips upward into the hard ridge of his cock resting against my hip. “I do.”
“Do you?” He leans up this time and fixes me with a cheeky look.
“I do.” Never have I meant something so firmly, and for a moment, it’s like a pulse of energy passes between us and settles warm in my chest like the comforting caress of his hand.
Xander smirks and suddenly disappears under the blanket, leaving me gazing up at the pale blue winter sky.
With impressive strength, he situates himself between my thighs and drapes both my legs over his shoulders while keeping the blankets tucked securely around us.
The winter air caresses my cheeks and neck, running its icy fingers down my shoulders and chest, but none of the cold breaches the warmth radiating from me as my heart begins to race.
Xander doesn’t touch, but his face is so close to my pussy that each breath he takes ghosts past me like a phantom touch and heat coils around my core.
“Xander,” I moan, reaching under the blankets for him. “Please…”
He grumbles but no words follow, and my core throbs once more.
“Xander.” I tighten my thighs around his head as if I can entice him closer, but suddenly, both his hands grip my thighs and part them until they’re both flat and spread against the ground.
I gasp, unable to find him under the covers with this new position keeping my hips flush to the ground, but before I complain, he acts.
His hot, soft tongue presses against my pussy and laps through my damp folds in one smooth move.
My head falls back against the blanket and I settle for clutching my own breasts as he remains out of reach.
His tongue repeats that long lick from my entrance all the way up to my clit where his tongue firms up and flicks over that bundle of nerves.
Pleasure pulses through me and my core warms with each stroke.
The cold air no longer matters.
Each stroke against my pussy stokes the fire blazing inside me until a light sheen of sweat coats my body and I’m tossing my head back and forth on the blanket.
He’s thoroughly exploring me, from kissing my outer lips and gently kissing and sucking my inner folds, to nuzzling against me and lavishing attention on and around my clit, and down to circle around my entrance.
He’s mapping out every inch of me, and the thought of him knowing me so intimately sends heat blazing through my cheeks, but there’s no time to think.
I’m so close, my body is trembling and my breaths escape me in short, sharp pants.
“Xander,” I moan, thrusting my hips up against nothing as his grip keeps me down.
One of his hands caresses my thigh from the juncture of my hip down to my knee, then it vanishes.
His mouth continues working against me, insistent in pressure and heat until suddenly, something bitingly cold touches my clit, and I yelp.
“Xander! What the—”
That biting cold trickles through my pussy where Xander thrusts two cold fingers deep inside me and curls them quickly, ending my shocked words in a sudden deep moan as pleasure courses through my body.
Did he just… use snow to delay my orgasm?
The biting cold was enough to drag me away from the orgasm I hunger for, but the chill lasts only a few seconds thanks to his cool fingers pumping back and forth inside me.
He parts them briefly, working to ease my muscles, and focuses a lot of attention on my G-spot while his mouth kisses and sucks my clit.
The cold is chased away as Xander moans deeply and presses himself firmer against me.
My heart beats at the speed of a racing rabbit and as my orgasm crests again, the pleasure is much more intense.
I can barely breathe and heat prickles my arms and legs.
I gasp and gasp, rocking my hips against his incessant tongue and tweaking my own nipples to bring me closer.
And once again, Xander kills my orgasm with a touch of ice-cold snow that melts instantly against my hot pussy.
“Xander!” Annoyance licks my tone, made all the worse by the amused chuckle that rises from under the blanket.
His mouth leaves my pussy and he presses a wet kiss to my inner thigh, then removes his fingers from inside me and seemingly switches hands as the next fingers to enter me are ice cold once more.
“Holy shit—” The constant switch between scorching pleasure and ice-cold denial is driving me insane.
All I can think about is coming, all I can think about is that delicious moment of pleasure that will make everything alright, and Xander’s playing with me.
I want to deny him another touch, but I’m so hungry for him that I can barely speak.
I lose track.
Xander constantly draws me close to orgasm and each time, it’s like he gives me an extra second of hope before he denies me with a freezing touch and I topple back down.
My body burns up, I’m drenched in sweat, and my thighs tremble with a will of their own.
My pussy throbs like a bruise, aching from his constant attention with his tongue and fingers, and every touch feels raw.
He’s stripped me down and my mind melts to the point where I’m sure I would say and agree to absolutely anything just to come.
The blankets twist all around us, the picnic basket gets sent flying when I kick out a leg, and I’m at my wit’s end but this time, when Xander presses a small handful of snow against my pussy, it doesn’t quell my orgasm like before.
“I—” I gasp and moan as the chilling cold only adds to the pleasure. I’m so strung out that nothing can stop me this time and I clutch at the blanket with one hand while repeatedly squeezing and rubbing my nipple with the other.
Xander seems to understand immediately because he thrusts his face firmly against my pussy and starts finger fucking me with fervor.
His own moans combine with mine, and I have barely any strength left to do anything but lie there and chase that tendril of pleasure feeding through my body.
“I’m gonna— Xander!” My mind goes blank, my core tightens into a knot, and I come so hard that I’m simply suspended in ecstasy for what feels like eternity.
My muscles contract and ripple, heat explodes through me, and my pussy pulses in time to my furious heartbeat.
It’s the longest orgasm of my life and after an age, I finally drag in a ragged breath and collapse down onto the blankets.
But it’s not over.
I’ve barely regained my senses when Xander easily flips me onto my stomach, pulls me by the hips onto my knees, and grasps both my wrists.
He pulls my arms behind me like reins and lifts my torso off the blanket so I’m gazing out at the beautiful winter wonderland, but before I can speak, he enters me from behind.
His thick, gorgeous cock slams into me in one powerful move that forces all air out of my body.
My oversensitive pussy screams at me, begging for a break, but it’s undeniable how amazing it is to be filled with his cock.
I can feel every single ridge, from the bulge of his crown down to the thickness of his shaft, and my eyes roll.
It’s so good.
It’s too good.
I can’t think.
I can barely breathe, but Xander starts to fuck me hard and that’s all that matters.
All that exists in his cock spearing me open, his now warm hands around my wrists pulling me back into every thrust of his hips, and the cool winter air caressing my body and breasts like an icy lover.
“Fuck,” Xander growls behind me, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it before. “You’ve no idea how hot your pussy is. You might sear my dick off.”
I’d laugh if I could hold air in my lungs long enough, but each thrust fucks it out of me with a moan alongside.
“So fucking wet for me, aren’t you, darling? I can feel how tight you’re gripping me. You don’t ever want me to leave, do you? You want to stay here like this forever, getting fucked so hard you can’t walk because you crave my cock as much as I crave you, don’t you?”
Yes, my mind screams, but the words don’t come.
I can’t say anything, so moaning louder is the only way I can give him my answer.
His hips are a blur, pounding into me at such a speed that my second orgasm is already cresting.
My tight, aching core throbs once more and a sob of pleasure escapes past my open lips.
Xander adjusts his grips, pulling me higher and looping one arm around both my elbows while pulling me back against his hot, bare chest.
His hips don’t cease, but from this closer angle, his other hand caresses my ribs and up to my breasts.
Pleasure almost consumes me when he tweaks my nipple and slides his hand up to my throat.
My pulse becomes a blur, my skin is raw under his touch, and I’m close to tears with how badly I want to feel him come inside me.
His hand seals lightly around my throat with his thumb and forefinger settling under my jaw.
He encourages me to look up and back at him, and as I do, his hand slides up until it covers both my throat and my jaw.
Even upside down, he’s so gorgeous.
This must be a dream. A man this gorgeous fucking me in a snow-covered field, talking about how he wants to stay like this forever?
Definitely a dream.
His mouth seals over mine and the moment we kiss, I come again.
I’m far too sensitive to hold back and my entire body convulses from the power of my orgasm.
He keeps me close and kisses me through it as he fucks me harder and harder to the point that I’m certain I’m going to break apart.
His teeth sink briefly into my lower lip the moment he comes, and my world goes white from the sheer rush of endorphins and satisfaction that overtakes me.
Heat rushes deep inside me, soothing my well-fucked muscles, and his hips stutter, losing their pace as he gives in to the pleasure and pours himself into me.
It’s the best sex of my life and I never want it to end.
There’s a chance it never will.
By the time Xander’s orgasm passes, we’re both exhausted and spent and we collapse together down onto the blankets.
Xander is quick to cover us up, trapping any heat so we don’t end up frozen, and he winds both his arms around me while kissing my forehead.
“How do you feel?”
“Like I just had my guts rearranged and my mind rewired,” I murmur against his bare chest, cuddling into him. “My God.”
“In a good way?”
Is that uncertainty in his voice? I shift my head against his chest to look up at him, smiling. “In the best way. I’ve never been treated like that before, but in a good way because you… you made me feel like I’m desirable or addicting or something.”
His fingers rest under my chin and he curls himself enough to kiss me. “You are exactly those things.”
“You’re just sweet-talking me because your cum is leaking out of me.”
Xander laughs suddenly, loud and unexpected, and then he kisses me again. “You have a way with words, Snow.”
“Oh, I know.” I chase his retreating lips and kiss him repeatedly until I’m above him, gazing down. “It was amazing. Don’t doubt yourself.”
His fingers curl and the back of his knuckles caress my cheek. “You’re so beautiful. And I’m not just saying that because you let me eat your pretty pussy for forty minutes.”
“Are you sure?” I squint at him, teasing, then kiss him slowly. “Round three?”
Round three unfortunately never comes as Xander’s phone suddenly blares into life.
He rummages through the blankets for his clothes and finally locates them, then presses his phone to his ear.
“Fred?”
I catch the buzz of conversation but no words, watching Xander nod once or twice and then grimace.
“Alright. I’ll be there.” He sits up and looks at me, his eyes flooded with regret. “I’m so sorry.”
“Duty calls,” I say while disappointment settles heavily in my gut.
“He needs me to cover a surgery, and I owe him for when he covered for me when I ran out to find you.”
“You don’t need to explain,” I assure him softly. “Trust me. I understand.”
His smile softens and he leans forward, capturing my lips in a slow kiss. “Thank you. Actually…” Xander’s back to rummaging through his clothes once more until he locates his pants and pulls something small from his pocket. “Here.”
He presses a small, cold item into my palm.
“A key?” A shiny gold key sits in my hand, glinting in the daylight. It’s still got that new shine.
“A key to my place,” Xander says warmly. “Take it. Go wait at my place, and when I’m finished with work, maybe we can pick this up later.”
Xander had a key made for me?
Oh, no.
I think I’m falling in love.