into the crease of her bottom. Her body roiled, but he just snuffled at her with more intent.
“Ahhh!” Her fingers clawed at him, leaving scratch marks on his shoulders and the back of his neck.
Curtains fluttered when she cried out, but Delia didn’t care.
Her lover did.
His head swung towards Mrs. Sneed’s window, and he let out a curse. Quickly, he grabbed the blanket. He swung it around his bare shoulders and up over his head, hiding the private interlude from the old woman’s prying eyes.
Delia felt waves of heat and cold alternately roll through her body. It was too powerful to last long. He ate at her, drawing out her wet juices and driving her upward. He settled down deeper into the vee of her legs. With the blanket over him, she couldn’t see him. Couldn’t prepare herself.
She jerked when his mouth latched onto her clit. The suction was tight and hot. She felt herself climbing. Her head rocked back and forth, grinding into the snow until her hair was sopping. The wet tendrils lashed against her shoulders, but he still didn’t stop.
He grabbed more handfuls of snow. They hit her torso in soft splashes, making her squirm. Her hips pumped steadily against his mouth.
“I can’t,” she whimpered. “No more. Make it end.”
He urged her legs back toward her chest, and soft smacking sounds echoed from between her legs. She reached under the blanket and cupped the back of his head.
“Please, I can’t take it.”
“Just this,” he said. “Take this.”
Suddenly, she felt a handful of snow rub against her lifted bottom. Unhurriedly, he scraped his thumbnail against the top of the crack of her ass. Burrowing between her cheeks, he trailed the cold snow all the way down to her anus.
The icy pad of his thumb pressed against her there hard.
He nipped at her clit at the same time, and Delia came.
She came with a rush. Opening her eyes, she felt herself catapulting toward the stars. She clung to him as the swells hit her, one after the other. It went on for a long, long time. When the quakes turned to tremors, she fell back into the snow, not caring about the cold, the wet, or the muck.
She was replete.
“God, hot stuff,” he said, breathing heavily. “You just went off like a fucking volcano.”
He braced his hands against his thighs as he fought to get himself under control. Finally, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Now we can go back inside. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
With unsteady hands, he wrapped the blanket around her and swept her into his arms. He pushed himself to his feet and adjusted her until his grip was sure. The look on his face was so severe it should have frightened her, but Delia just curled her body toward his.
He didn’t intimidate her anymore. She was a strong, independent woman, and his protective instincts turned her to mush.
“What about you?” she said into his ear as he walked swiftly toward the building. His stiff erection was bumping hard against her hip, but she was suddenly more concerned when she felt the shudders running through him. He’d been half-naked out there, too.
“This wasn’t about sex,” he grunted as he let them in with her key. The lobby door swooshed shut behind them. He pushed the up button for the elevator and tucked the blanket around her more closely as they waited. “I don’t think your fever broke, but you’re not so flushed. How do you feel? Tell me you’re better.”
She looked at him, stunned.
It hadn’t been about sex—and he actually meant that.
Her heart squeezed. Feeling incredibly humbled, she opened the blanket and wrapped him inside with her. She pressed her breasts against his rippled chest. She had body heat to spare, and he needed it. “I’m better.”
His stern countenance disintegrated, and he pressed his face hard into her neck. “I’m so sorry I had to put you through that.”
“You made it a lot more pleasant than it could have been.” She wove her fingers through his soft
“Ahhh!” Her fingers clawed at him, leaving scratch marks on his shoulders and the back of his neck.
Curtains fluttered when she cried out, but Delia didn’t care.
Her lover did.
His head swung towards Mrs. Sneed’s window, and he let out a curse. Quickly, he grabbed the blanket. He swung it around his bare shoulders and up over his head, hiding the private interlude from the old woman’s prying eyes.
Delia felt waves of heat and cold alternately roll through her body. It was too powerful to last long. He ate at her, drawing out her wet juices and driving her upward. He settled down deeper into the vee of her legs. With the blanket over him, she couldn’t see him. Couldn’t prepare herself.
She jerked when his mouth latched onto her clit. The suction was tight and hot. She felt herself climbing. Her head rocked back and forth, grinding into the snow until her hair was sopping. The wet tendrils lashed against her shoulders, but he still didn’t stop.
He grabbed more handfuls of snow. They hit her torso in soft splashes, making her squirm. Her hips pumped steadily against his mouth.
“I can’t,” she whimpered. “No more. Make it end.”
He urged her legs back toward her chest, and soft smacking sounds echoed from between her legs. She reached under the blanket and cupped the back of his head.
“Please, I can’t take it.”
“Just this,” he said. “Take this.”
Suddenly, she felt a handful of snow rub against her lifted bottom. Unhurriedly, he scraped his thumbnail against the top of the crack of her ass. Burrowing between her cheeks, he trailed the cold snow all the way down to her anus.
The icy pad of his thumb pressed against her there hard.
He nipped at her clit at the same time, and Delia came.
She came with a rush. Opening her eyes, she felt herself catapulting toward the stars. She clung to him as the swells hit her, one after the other. It went on for a long, long time. When the quakes turned to tremors, she fell back into the snow, not caring about the cold, the wet, or the muck.
She was replete.
“God, hot stuff,” he said, breathing heavily. “You just went off like a fucking volcano.”
He braced his hands against his thighs as he fought to get himself under control. Finally, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Now we can go back inside. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
With unsteady hands, he wrapped the blanket around her and swept her into his arms. He pushed himself to his feet and adjusted her until his grip was sure. The look on his face was so severe it should have frightened her, but Delia just curled her body toward his.
He didn’t intimidate her anymore. She was a strong, independent woman, and his protective instincts turned her to mush.
“What about you?” she said into his ear as he walked swiftly toward the building. His stiff erection was bumping hard against her hip, but she was suddenly more concerned when she felt the shudders running through him. He’d been half-naked out there, too.
“This wasn’t about sex,” he grunted as he let them in with her key. The lobby door swooshed shut behind them. He pushed the up button for the elevator and tucked the blanket around her more closely as they waited. “I don’t think your fever broke, but you’re not so flushed. How do you feel? Tell me you’re better.”
She looked at him, stunned.
It hadn’t been about sex—and he actually meant that.
Her heart squeezed. Feeling incredibly humbled, she opened the blanket and wrapped him inside with her. She pressed her breasts against his rippled chest. She had body heat to spare, and he needed it. “I’m better.”
His stern countenance disintegrated, and he pressed his face hard into her neck. “I’m so sorry I had to put you through that.”
“You made it a lot more pleasant than it could have been.” She wove her fingers through his soft
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