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I pushed on a pair of boots by the door and stepped out onto the porch. It was covered in snow and my shoes made wide, flat prints. Marring the perfection.
“You look lovely,” he said distractedly.
Heat blossomed between my thighs. We were alone in the silent forest, with no one for miles. The only sound was the snow falling gently. I turned, looking back at him, and slipped the straps of my crop top down.
Baring my breasts to the wintry air.
His breath sucked in sharply. His eyes lit up like blue flame and his lids lowered. Heavy with lust.
My fingers drifted down, untying the waist of my sweatpants.
He was right, it really wasn’t that cold.
In fact, I felt like I was burning up.
My sweatpants fell, baring my ass and pussy to the cold. In the intense light, I could see every vein, every imperfection, every stretch mark on my body. But I wasn’t embarrassed because if anyone would accept me, it was Merrick.
He had always accepted me.
“Come here,” he said.
His voice was almost a growl. Sitting heavy in his chest.
I shook my head. He took a step, but I held up my hand.
One hand slid down my cool skin and pushed between my thighs. I was slick and pulsing, right on the edge. Perhaps it was because he’d eaten me that morning, but I hadn’t come. Or perhaps it was how intense the cold felt on my nipples.
But I knew right then that if I touched myself, I would come.
He was watching me, every nerve in his body tense like an animal ready to pounce. His brows were lowered and he was on the verge of panting.
Beneath his sweatpants, his cock was fully hard.
My other hand slid up and cupped my breast, pinching my cold nipple. Rolling it. Kneading the soft flesh. My fingers pushed up against my entrance, gathering my arousal, and began rubbing my clit.
“Fuck me,” he breathed, pupils blowing.
He was transfixed. Watching me touch myself shamelessly. Out in the open, under the sky. With snow on my skin, teasing my senses and making me so sensitive.
The familiar hot coil started in my hips and my stomach tightened. My fingers moved faster and I took my other hand and spread myself open so he could see my clit. Exposing it to the cold air, sending tingles down my thighs. So he knew exactly what he did to me.
His hand slid down under his waistband and stilled, wrapped around his erection. Too distracted to even touch himself.
I let myself moan as I got closer, whimpering so he could hear just how good it felt. Wetness stung my thighs, prickling as it mingled with snowflakes. Pleasure built and built under my touch, threatening to consume me whole.
I was on the edge. Lost in a whirlwind of heat and cold.
High from teasing him, from how badly he wanted it.
My orgasm hit me in a wave and I cried out, my voice muffled by the snow. My toes curled in my boots as I fought to remain standing. It pulsed through me, ebbing acutely the way it had last night under his tongue.
He couldn’t take it anymore. His body moved fast, closing the space between us. His hands were on me, lifting me and carrying me inside while I was still coming. Pulsing, arcing, shaking in his arms.
My cold body contacted the heated floor in the living room. He was on top of me, pinning me to the thick, white rug. His eyes consumed everything, filling my vision until there was nothing in the world but him.
His hand was on my cold thigh, lifting me as he slid between my legs.
“Tell me not to,” he begged under his breath.
