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  Snow Falling on Lovers

  A Phaze Snuggler HeatSheet by

  Adrianna Dane

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  Snow Falling On Lovers © 2006 by Adrianna Dane

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  One

  "I have a surprise for you,” he said.

  He stepped up to her when she walked out the door of her office on Friday afternoon and slipped her arm through his.

  She pulled her wool coat more snugly around her against the cold, biting chill of the winter afternoon. He helped her into the car and placed a black silk blindfold over her eyes.

  "Relax. You'll enjoy it,” he said as she felt the car pull away from the curb.

  He put on some soothing, Celtic music and it lulled her until eventually she slept, her head leaning against the cool, wet glass of the window.

  "We're here.” His voice awoke her from a sound sleep. She sat up and stretched, but the blindfold remained in place so she could not see where they were.

  A rush of cold air assaulted her as he opened her door and unfastened her seatbelt, helping her from the car.

  She stood on unsteady legs, still trying to push the cotton wool of sleep from her mind.

  "Where are we?"

  "You'll see in a minute,” he said as he led her along what felt like a shoveled path.

  The air somehow smelled different, more crisp and clean than usual, more bitingly cold. How far had they driven?

  Suddenly the blindfold was gone and a gust of warmth assaulted her. She blinked rapidly as she accustomed herself to the light. Then she shrieked in pleasant surprise, turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, feathering kisses all over his face.

  "You did it. Oh, God, this is wonderful. You finally were able to book us a cabin on Snowtop."

  She heard him chuckle. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I thought it would be the perfect place to celebrate."

  "Oh it is, it is,” she breathed.

  Turning away, she looked around the intimate, rustic room. There was a fire already burning brightly in the fireplace and she walked toward it. She stepped onto the brightly colored rug and knelt before the hot flames.

  He had always been this thoughtful—and romantic. That was part of why she loved him so much. His surprises were always so special ... and personal. They had talked for a year or more about wanting to spend a weekend at Snowtop. It tended to be difficult to find accommodations unless one booked well ahead and it was one of the more expensive vacation spots around, so he must have been planning this for some time. And he had kept it all a secret.

  She turned away from the fire as she heard the door close. He had two suitcases in his hands and dropped them by the door.

  "You'll need to hurry—I've made some special arrangements for dinner."

  She hopped to her feet. “You have? What?"

  He shook his head and a secretive look came across his face. “Uh-uh.” He looked down at his wristwatch. “You have thirty minutes. I've packed a dress in your suitcase. It's black, and perfect for tonight.” The look in his eyes darkened. “Only the dress, nothing else. You understand? Oh, and the garter belt and stockings that go with it."

  A slow smile spread across her lips. Oh, yes, she understood completely. No bra, no panties. He liked her accessible, especially on trips like this. She had no problem with that at all.

  He picked up the suitcases and turned away, heading up the wooden steps to the loft above. Quickly, she followed him, eager to begin the evening together. Her nap in the car had rejuvenated her and she looked forward to whatever he had planned.

  He turned around to look at her as she hovered behind him waiting expectantly. His gaze met hers. Unzipping his coat, he pulled it off and tossed it aside.

  She waited for him to come to her. His head dipped down and he licked her lips. Drawing back, he narrowed his gaze.

  "Open,” he commanded.

  She parted her lips willingly and he swooped down to claim them, driving his tongue deep into her mouth. Her head dropped back as he deepened the kiss, his tongue memorizing the recesses of her mouth, swirling over her teeth, dancing along her tongue. Heat spread through her as passionate need assailed her.

  He pushed her coat from her shoulders and it dropped to the floor. His determined hands ripped open the blouse, buttons flying in every direction and tossed it across the room. Pushing the straps of her bra down her shoulders, he lifted his mouth from hers and pressed it to her neck, trailing kisses along the definition of her shoulder. Unhooking the bra, it followed the mangled blouse.

  His hands surrounded her midriff, pressing and lifting her. Her shoes fell to the floor and he shoved them aside with his foot. Then he lowered her back to the floor, pressing her body against him. She felt his hard erection and her pussy flooded with her juices eager to have him inside her. Needing him right now.

  He tore open the back of her skirt and shoved it down over her hips. Her slip, pantyhose and panties followed quickly. She was divested of every piece of clothing, naked before him, her body humming for his possession.

  "Fuck me,” she whispered.

  He lifted his head and stepped away from her, a satisfied smile on his lips. “Now you can get dressed.” He turned away from her and headed for the stairs.

  She knew there was no use begging him. He had done this for a reason and eventually she would find out what it was. Hurriedly, she turned and opened the suitcase and found the black angora turtleneck dress neatly folded, and the black garter belt and black silk stockings.

  Turning, she located the bathroom and decided she needed a quick shower before she dressed. She was determined to look perfect for him.

  She had thirty minutes to transform from the professional businesswoman to the sexy companion her man wanted her to be. She'd had tighter deadlines and she would meet this one as well. She certainly had more incentive, she thought, as her pussy continued to pulse, needing the relief it had been primed to expect.

  She didn't dare bring herself to climax. He would know—he always did. How, she had no idea, but she didn't plan to spoil this night and all his plans by bringing herself off before he wanted.

  Quickly finishing her shower, she donned the garter belt and silk stockings, then allowed the soft dress to float down and caress her body, the full, slitted skirt settling over her
hips. It teased at her already sensitive nipples and brushed against her needy mound. Squeezing her thighs together her body spasmed with need. She could only hope she wouldn't be made to wait much longer for relief, because she didn't know if she could hold on for very long.

  The dress felt extremely luxurious against her skin. As she moved it stroked her like soft hands caressing and pulling at her desire. Before the night was over, she would be begging for relief that only he could give her.

  She rummaged through the suitcase for shoes, but didn't see a pair packed anywhere inside. She wondered what he had in mind. Was she supposed to go barefoot? The shoes she wore to work that day were totally inappropriate to go with the dress.

  She shrugged and skipped down the stairs in stockinged feet. He would let her know what he had planned.

  She stopped at the landing and looked around the room. He stood, gazing into the fire. She now realized his outfit matched hers perfectly. A black turtleneck sweater sheathed his broad shoulders and black wool trousers enclosed his lean hips. With his raven black, slightly longish hair, and sizzling blue eyes, she was drawn to him across the room, like a moth drawn to dangerous light. At every turn she expected to be singed by him.

  He must have heard her because he turned and his gaze encountered hers. She stopped. Waiting for his approval. She twirled in the center of the room and then stopped, facing him again, holding her arms out horizontally at her sides for his inspection.

  Long moments passed as he stared at her. Then he walked toward her. He lifted his arms and his hands settled on her breasts. She sucked in air at the tingling need swirling through her. His fingers encountered her sensitive nipples and he rubbed them through the dress, drawing them out, tight pebbles of hot need. She uttered a soft moan.

  His lips curved into a satisfied smile as he smoothed the dress over her body. Sliding a hand through the slit at the front, he caressed the edge of her stocking, brushing against her sensitive thigh, then stepped back. His gaze lingered on her fully defined nipples, evidence of her fierce arousal as he studied her, a sculptor examining his creation.

  "Now you are ready. You look beautiful. I knew this dress would suit you."

  She could barely suppress the need for release he had built to a raging peak, but tried to control it to the best of her ability.

  He turned away from her and walked toward the fireplace, veering to the left. He leaned down, picked something up and straightened, turning toward her. She noticed he was holding a pair of black boots. He came back to her and led her to the sofa where she sat down. Kneeling before her, he sheathed each of her feet in the warm fleecy suede boots.

  These small, sweet, extra touches he always did, made her love him to distraction. He had taken the time to warm the boots, because he know how cold her feet would get in the middle of winter. He then helped her to her feet and led her toward the door. On the coat rack near the door he pulled down a full-length black suede coat, also lined in fleece and help her into it. As she turned away, his arms encircled her and she inhaled his wonderful scent, as he began to button the front.

  "Can't have you catching cold, my love,” he whispered against her ear. One nip, then he moved around to the front as he finished buttoning the last button. He then pulled a pair of black leather gloves from the pocket and she held out her hands as he sheathed each one into the tight, supple coverings that molded to the contours of her hands. He then turned away to don his own matching shorter jacket and skintight leather gloves.

  She would do anything for this man. He was her lover, her master, her soulmate. His care of her surpassed anything she had ever known in her life before and being with him was more precious to her than her next breath.

  He turned back to her as he took her arm. “This is all for you, my dear. Enjoy every moment of it."

  He opened the door and they stepped outside into the chill night.

  Two

  Again, she gasped in surprise when she saw what awaited them. At the end of the shoveled path a horse-drawn sleigh awaited. It was black with gleaming red trim, including beautiful red cushioned seats. It was drawn by a pair of black, shaggy coated draft horses with thick, wavy manes, waiting patiently. The harnesses appeared to be red leather with large sleigh bells attached. The driver wore a long black wool coat and a black top hat.

  As they drew closer the driver hopped down and walked around to help her onto the back seat and she sank into the soft cushions. He then drew a thick black blanket over her lap. He stepped back so her companion could climb in beside her, then returned to climb into the front.

  She was surprised when she saw him pull a set of headphones from his pocket, take off his hat, put them on, and then replace the hat.

  "All comfy?” he asked as her lover got in beside her.

  She turned to smile at him. “This is so wonderful. I can't believe you arranged it all and I didn't know a thing about it."

  He lifted the blanket, pulling it over his lap and snuggled up close beside her, circling his arm around her shoulder.

  "I told you,” he whispered against her ear, “I wanted it to be special for you."

  Just then the sleigh began to move forward and the sound of the sleigh bells indicated they were on their way.

  The cold, silent night enveloped them as the horses moved forward at a slow, lumbering walk. The night was so clear and stars sparkled overhead in the sky.

  He titled her head back. “It's a beautiful night, isn't it?” His cool lips descended over hers and sucked at her mouth. His gloved hand moved beneath the blanket again finding the slit in her skirt and slid between the opening to tease her thigh.

  She consumed his taste and a soft moan escaped her as she felt his leather-encased fingers dance across her moist flesh. It was winter, and the air all around them was brisk and biting, but beneath the blanket, in his arms, it was like a blast of summer heat rising to enclose her.

  She broke from his kiss. “The driver,” she gasped.

  He smiled confidently. “Earphones,” he responded before demanding her lips yet again.

  The erotic feel of his leather-covered fingers drove her crazy, pressing against her engorged lips, trailing along her crease, teasingly circling around her clitoris. She couldn't help but undulate against him, urging him to enter her, needing to feel him inside her.

  He lifted his head. “You're going to come for me, right here in this sleigh. And I want to hear your scream. Your pussy is so nice and wet and hot right now. You'd never know we were riding along in the middle of a frigid winter night, now would you?"

  As he spoke he fingered her lips, then pressed deep inside her with two of his fingers. She thrust against him, needing to come. But here? In the sleigh? Out in the open like this? That was something she had never done before.

  His fingers thrust firmly, retreated, slid and circled until she had built a rhythm with her hips, pushing against him.

  "Spread your legs,” he demanded, driving inside her with three fingers, widening her and her slick cream helping him.

  "Oh, please,” she begged.

  "Tell me what you want. Let me hear you say it.” He said as he drove inside her again and again.

  "Let me come.” she whispered.

  "Louder,” he said as he swirled around her clit without touching it. Nibbling at her neck, he pushed the loose turtleneck down, tasting her hot skin, driving her out of her mind.

  "Make me come, here in the sleigh. Right now,” she begged in a louder voice. “Please."

  Once touch of his finger at her clit and she went over the edge, convulsing with the pleasure.

  "Scream,” he demanded as he thrust inside her again, curling his fingers, pressing into a sensitive spot that made her give him exactly what he demanded.

  She arched and screamed into the night, her voice echoing back to her cutting through the silence of the ebony stillness. Again she screamed as he stroked at her sensitive vagina and her liquid heat covered his hand.

  She trembled in his
arms, but it was not from the cold. As he withdrew, she fell back against the seat, biting her lip as the waves of pleasure continued to consume her. He reached up beneath the dress, pressed across her stomach, keeping his fingers splayed there, he leaned across her and licked at her lips.

  "That was beautiful, darling. You let yourself go so perfectly for me."

  His hand possessed her beneath the soft dress, hard and demanding as he kneaded her skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she attempted to gain some control.

  "I can't believe I did that—that I screamed like that.” Again she shuddered and his hand bit into her waist, letting her know who was in control.

  "You'd do it again if I asked, wouldn't you? And this time with no hesitation. No worry about anyone else."

  Her urge was to glance at the driver, but he had taken control of her attention, her body, and the presence of the driver no longer mattered. In fact, it added a sense of heightened titillation to the moment. But then he understood that she knew that. Whenever he pressed her boundaries it was always at an unexpected moment, such as this one. They had never really done anything in public before, out in the open like this.

  It felt naughty and exhilarating, and wonderful.

  She saw him smile knowingly. “You liked it."

  She nodded without breaking eye contact. He lowered his mouth to press against hers as his fingers slid inside her again. Without being told, she opened her legs to give him better access.

  "This time I want you to let me know loud and clear that you want to come,” he said when he lifted his lips from hers.

  This time there was no thought in her mind to deny him as he thrust into her, this time four fingers drove her high and far and fast.

  "I want to come,” she yelled into the silent night. “Please let me come."

  He pushed her up and out, fast and hard and again she screamed and screamed as she came for him over and over, shuddering against him, pushing for more, wanting him to climb inside her and keep her at this pinnacle of pleasure forever.