Snow Falling on Lovers Page 3

  After bringing her to climax two more times, he slowed his movements to long undulating rhythms of thrust and retreat, simmering heat, building to a momentous peak of need, drawing it out in excruciating slowness.

  Long, never-ending moments of lustful bliss as he powered deep, keeping her at the edge. Tears came to her eyes at the exquisite intimacy. Fully clothed, yet bonding as close as any lovers could, snow falling and falling and falling, enclosing them into a winter solitude that nothing could breach. His cock snuggled deep into her passionate warmth, stretching her wide, pulsing against every nerve ending inside her channel, sending possessive messages to the rest of her body.

  She belonged to him, oh merciful heaven, she wanted to be him. “Yes,” she screamed into the night. She felt him move his arm as he released his grip on her hands above her head. And then she felt nothing like she ever had before. As he began to explode inside her and her own orgasm again erupted, she felt a searing coldness and her eyes shot open as she realized he pressed a handful of snow against their pulsing flesh at the steaming juncture of their bodies.

  Hissing sharply, suddenly her body tightened in the most mind blowing experience she had ever felt as she left her body soaring high, higher than she had ever done before, scream after scream exploding from her lips. His own shout followed hers as he pressed his hand close until the snow fizzled to drops of steaming water, dripping from their skin. He stroked her as she shuddered in reaction to the shattering experience. My God, what he had done to her, made her feel. It now felt as thought every nerve inside was exposed, any touch pushing her to shooting pleasure, a breath, each flake, she felt it all, every single moment. Like a drug expanding her sensibilities, but it had been him. He was her drug, her lover, her master, pulling every last drop of passion and lust from her body, owning it for himself.

  She saw the triumphant smile cross his lips as he ever so slowly retreated from her body and she felt every bit of his length as he exited. As though sliding a long, heated ember from inside her body and she shuddered at the feeling.

  "One with the night, with the land,” he said as he helped her slide to the ground. She leaned her head back against the tree, her body still quivering in the aftermath of such an experience.

  "Yes,” she said roughly, her throat hoarse from the screams she had emitted through his possession. “I—” He pressed a hand to her lips, his expression solemn.

  "Don't say it."

  She had almost ruined the beauty of the moment. He didn't want the words. Not now. They were too easy to say in the aftermath of passion.

  He reached out and scooped up a handful of snow and began to bathe her with the cold brisk wetness. She drew in a quick breath as the cold connected with her hot flesh. But it seemed right to have been consumed by the magnitude of his possession and to be bathed and revived by virgin new fallen snow.

  He tended to her slowly, tenderly, with care. Then warmed her with his mouth and his expert, gloved hands. He helped her to stand, rearranged her dress and then refastened her coat. Cupping her face, he placed a chaste kiss on her lips, licking at the seam with his tongue. Righting his own clothing, and shoving the flashlight in his pocket, he then claimed her hand and draped it over his arm, anchoring her close. She raised her other hand to touch his arm and leaned her head against his shoulder as they made their way back to the well-trodden path. She had never felt so at peace as at this moment. Nor so well loved. At that moment her world could not have been in more perfect balance.

  As they neared the end of the path and came back to the restaurant, she noticed the sleigh and its driver were waiting in front.

  "Are you ready to go back?” he asked as he handed her up into the seat.

  "Mmmm,” was about all she could manage as he tucked the blanket in around her. Then he climbed in beside her as the driver stood to the side and waited.

  He was very territorial and having just claimed and marked her, there was no way he would let another man within touching distance, even if it was simply to hand her up into the sleigh. The driver seemed to understand this. At moments like this her lover's possessiveness was a strong, forceful presence.

  Five

  Once the sleigh began to move and the steady music of the sleigh bells filled the night, he pulled her up and onto his lap. She snuggled close and laid her head against his shoulder. Delicate wisps of snow settled on his dark jacket and on his eyebrows and the tips of his lashes.

  "This is perfect,” she murmured, “absolutely perfect."

  "I hoped you would think so,” he said as his hand settled on her silk-clad leg beneath her skirt. He kneaded her skin gently, a reminder of his possession. He separated her legs and played with her flesh, constant, light, fluttering as his fingers petted her. “It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I took it."

  "I'm so glad you did,” she gasped as the tip of his finger entered her and stopped. She knew his goal was to keep her poised at the edge of pleasure, not allowing her to drop below a certain point, ever needy, ever wanting.

  Her flesh was hot, burning with the desire to again feel him inside her. Did he plan to keep this up all night? She had no doubt that he could, but he had never pushed her quite this far before. Then again tonight was special, it was magical and she opened to his touch, the feeling it aroused inside her, giving him everything he wanted, knowing she needed it, needed him to push her to the edge, drop her off and reel her back into his arms. With him she would always be safe letting go because he would always be there for her.

  He dropped his head and licked at her lips, tasting her and the night, and the clean, fresh flakes of snow. She opened her mouth and he sank his tongue deep inside as his finger pushed deeper into her. She arched her hips and he supped at her gasp of pleasure, swallowing it inside himself. On and on the kiss went as he ate at her lips, sucked at her tongue and his finger eased in and out of her channel in slow, lazy strokes. His thumb circled around her clit, never quite touching it, driving her mad with need.

  The sleigh began to slow, the rhythm of the bells easing back and he slid his finger from her hot, wet vagina. He smiled down at her, caressed the side of her face, then eased her back onto the seat beside him just before the sleigh came to a halt beside the cabin.

  He helped her out onto the ground, then turned to the driver and handed him an envelope.

  "Thank you for your excellent service.” Then he turned back to her and threaded her arm through his, guiding her back inside the cabin.

  It was a good thing he held her because she was so aroused she didn't think she'd be able to make it very far under her own powers.

  They stopped just past the doorway and he helped her with her coat and gloves and then led her to the sitting room and toward the sofa. The fire in the fireplace crackled with blazing life. Like the driver, he must have paid someone to attend to things while they were gone in order to make everything so perfect.

  He knelt before her and removed first one boot, and then the other. His hand stroked along her silken calf, lifting her foot he placed a kiss at her ankle and more along the side of her leg. Dropping her leg back to the floor, his hands sifted upward along either side of her leg and unhooked the fastenings holding her stocking securely. Slowly he rolled it down her leg to just above her knee. Stopping, he turned his gaze to her and smiled.

  In this simple gesture she thought she might come right there and then at the look in his eyes and the touch of his hands on her body. With a hand on either leg, he opened her wide.

  "Lean back,” he said as he gazed at her most intimate flesh. He pulled her hips forward until she was at the very edge of the couch.

  She thought by his gaze he meant to taste her, but instead he veered toward her other silk-clad leg, stroking her thigh with his hands he eased up and unfastened the stocking, rolling it to just above her knee. His hands stroked across the exposed flesh of her upper thighs, kneading and petting as he had done in the sleigh.

  "Please,” she begged as she arched towar
d him. “Let me come."

  "Not yet,” he responded.

  He rose up and pulled her to bend slightly forward so he could unzip the back of her dress. Leisurely he pulled it over her shoulders and down over her breasts to fold low at her waist. He didn't remove it completely, leaving her half dressed. He leaned forward and suckled at her breasts, swirling his tongue over her nipples, forcing them to tightly beaded erection, washing them thoroughly with his tongue, then leaned back to study her darkly blushed, prominent nipples.

  Through half closed lids she watched him, saw the dark lust in his gaze as his focus roamed over her body. Looking down she saw that her breasts gleamed wetly in the firelight and then her attention returned to him.

  "Do you have any idea how beautiful you look to me right now? Almost too beautiful to touch. An exquisite work of erotic art. Only for me. My possession."

  She quivered inside at the sensual arousal she heard in his voice. She responded to his look, arching upward, offering herself silently to his perusal. For long moments he just stayed there looking at her and her pussy pulsed with needy emptiness.

  Finally, he stood and walked over to a small case setting on the table. She recognized it and tingled at what she surmised was to come. As she watched he pulled two items from the case—one was the new vibrator he had gifted her with just last week, and the other was a tube of warming lubricant.

  He turned and walked back to her, kneeling before her and looked at her as he prepared the vibrator. “What do you want, darling?"

  "I want to come, please."

  "Do you want me to put your toy inside you or do you want to do it?"

  She arched up again at the thought of having him toy with her this way. “Whatever you want. Whatever will give you pleasure,” she whispered.

  He lifted one of her hands and kissed each of her fingertips, keeping her gaze the whole time. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself.” He closed her fingers around the vibrator and then leaned back.

  It felt warm and slick in her hand, hard and thick. Bringing her other hand up, she centered the tip at her vagina, felt the firm head spread her lips.

  "Slowly,” he commanded. “Nice and slow, until it is all the way in."

  With excruciating slowness she pushed it in, her sheath separating to accept the invasion, eager for the penetration. Minutes ticked by on the Grandfather's clock setting to the far right of the room as she inserted the vibrator inch by excruciating inch until finally it was lodged completely inside her. She waited for his next command.

  "Move your hands away."

  She felt opened and exposed, penetrated and widened, an exotic display for his inspection and pleasure. He reached out and turned the vibrator on low. She hissed in sharply as she felt the reverberations throughout her body. He gripped the end pulled it out to the tip and shoved it deep. She screamed with the overwhelming pleasure that thrummed through her body. Panted with the need to come.

  He rose to his feet and hovered over her, looking down at her tight, needy body.

  "Stay exactly like that until I return. You will not come."

  The steady hum of the vibrator taunted her, teased her, drove her higher into the haze of lust. How it could possibly be this intense after what they had shared on the mountain she had no idea, but if at all possible it was even more so.

  She nodded her head to indicate she understood his instructions. Her gaze followed him as he walked up the steps to the loft, taking his time. He did not turn to look at her, assuming she would follow his directions without question.

  For a moment he disappeared from sight as he reached the top and she again felt the full impact of the vibrator as it teased and tugged at her body, keeping her poised at the very edge of painful desire, needing to orgasm as she never had before.

  Then he came back into view and she watched as he removed his clothes, piece by piece, lingeringly, ignoring her, but knowing she watched him, as he had meant for her to do. He lowered his pants and she saw the succulent outline of his tight, beautiful ass, the breadth of his broad, tanned shoulders and the slope of a strong back.

  He took his time, folding each piece of clothing and laying it aside. Finally, he turned around and she watched as he began to stroke his sex, his gaze on her knowing, watching her for the slightest sign she might lose total control. Even from this distance she could see his cock jutting out, thick, hard. He moved his hand along his length with loving, slow strokes. She saw the purplish head glisten with precum and she licked her lips, remembering the taste of him, wanting to consume him, needing him to fill her.

  And the vibrations consumed her body, magnified by her own natural response to the sight of him. For long moments he stood there, taunting her with his amazing flesh, making her yearn to feel him, to touch him.

  She pushed her hips upward, rotated them, slid her hands along her exposed upper thighs. She needed relief, her body was consumed by fire, hotter than the one in the fireplace, a fever running rampant needing to be assuaged. She thought of the snow and the cold on the mountain, and never had she yearned for it more than right at this instant.

  He turned away and donned a maroon velour robe, tied the belt and sauntered down the steps and back across the room.

  Sweat broke out on her body as he once again knelt before her, his robe parting and his cock thrust through the opening, a tantalizing view of that which she coveted most at the moment.

  He turned his attention to the stocking on her left leg and slowly rolled it down her calf and tossed it to the side. He feathered his fingertips along her now bare leg and then turned to the other, doing the same and removing it from her body. He turned to the garter belt, unhooked it and slid it from around her.

  Tears of need spilled from her eyes, sobs erupted as she attempted to maintain control. She was so close, so very close, just one touch from him, one and she would shatter.

  He pulled her to her feet and she stood there, weaving unsteadily as he peeled the dress from her body, then pushed her back down to the same position.

  "Do you think you are ready?” he asked in a mild tone, yet his eyes were dark and filled with intention.

  "Please, oh God, please, I'm not sure I can hold on for much longer."

  "What do you need I wonder to make you come?"

  "A touch, one small touch. From you."

  He reached out and turned off the vibrator. A shuddering breath escape her. And then he touched her exactly where she needed it. One hand slid the vibrator from inside her as the other pressed and swirled over her clit and suddenly the room was gone as she screamed in ecstasy, her body erupting with her release, again and again, until finally she collapsed against the back of the couch, panting, attempting to gain some semblance of control after the powerful explosion.

  She felt weightless, unable to move, shuddering in anti-climatic pleasure. She looked up at him through hazy vision. Her gaze moved downwards, to land on his thick cock, exposed between the separation of his robe. How could she think she could possibly do more, but the more she looked at the heady, bulging penis, with its glistening tip, the more she needed to feel him explode inside her mouth.

  "Let me suck you,” she said in a raspy voice.

  As she watched he raised a hand to encircle his thick cock and her heart drummed in her chest.

  "You want this?” he asked mildly.

  Her body still pulsed with the echoes of her orgasm, her pussy still sensitive and needy. She licked her lips, clumsily she moved forward and knelt at his feet, looking up at him. Her hands gripped the sides of his robe.

  "Yes,” she said. “Let me."

  He stared down at her, his gaze without expression, yet his eyes glittered in the subdued lighting as he studied her. He uncurled her fingers from his robe and stepped away. Her breath stuttered and she knew he would deny her.

  "Not now. There's a hot tub out back, more a small pool. You go on out. It will help ease some of that tension. I'll be with you shortly. The walkway and surrounding area are hea
ted. It's totally protected by a tall fence.” He nodded to a glass door beyond the fireplace. Abruptly he turned away and walked toward another door and exited the room.

  He left her with little choice. Slowly, she rose to her feet, and with faltering steps headed toward the door. She could see the steam rising from the small pool, warm and welcoming. Steam even rose from the surrounding stone patio. But beyond that the world was ice and snow. New snow, because heavy flakes still fell, cool, and fresh, each one unique.

  Her body thrummed, yet she felt calm and balanced as she padded toward the swirling waters. Sinking into the warm pulsing liquid, she knew there was more yet to anticipate from her demanding lover.

  Six

  Leaning back, she closed her eyes as the warm water lapped over her skin. She felt the coolness of flakes as they landed on her face and she licked at the wetness on her lips. It was all so surreal and it was as though there was not another soul in the world except for her and her lover. There was no city where they both worked long, dedicated hours at professions they both enjoyed. There was no rush-hour traffic, no social events requiring their presence, no clients demanding their attention, no reports to be written or meetings to hold. No existence beyond this—a twilight world made up of erotic sensations in a winter wonderland of pleasure.

  She opened her eyes as she heard a clatter of glass and the padding of bare feet slapping against the warm, wet stone. Turning her head, she saw him walking toward her carrying a tray. He set it down at the edge of the pool, stood up and slipped off his robe. He stood there looking down at her, his body calling to her and she waded across the small heated pool to kneel there in the swirling warm, shallow waters, looking up at him.

  "Do you still want your treat?” he asked. His cock thrust prominently, fully erect, bursting for attention, his sacs heavy and defined.

  She licked her lips, savoring the memory of what it felt like to hold him in her hands, sinking between her lips, his hot, salty taste on her tongue, filling her mouth and pouring down her throat as he spasmed and pulsed, sucking at him. She nodded her head. “Yes, I do."