head and took her nipple between his beautiful lips.
Her back arched. The sun warmed her face, while his mouth incited a different kind of heat. He kissed his way across her chest until her nipples were wet and hard and aching. A cold breeze blew, making them tighten even more.
Her soft moans couldn’t be contained. Cold then hot, hot then cold. She was being exposed to more than just the elements.
Her body strained under him. When he slid his hands down her sides and into her snow pants, she stilled. Waited for the touch she sensed was coming. His mouth gentled on her breast and his hand slowed, as if he were seeking a sign. She wrapped her arms around his neck and urged him on. His fingers parted her folds and traced the V of her thighs to her core, his touch delicate, a mere brush. When her hips jerked, he deepened the caress, slipping one finger inside.
She moaned at the sensation paired with the raw tug of his mouth on her breast. The bold touch of his hand. Her body struggled against him, wanting more, wanting to give him more.
He eased back from her breast. “Shh…it’s okay. Let me show you.” He leaned up and took her mouth in a long, hot kiss.
She dug her boots into the snow as his palm continued to press against her center. Another finger joined the first. They caressed, rotated, and swirled until she was throbbing with desire. Her pulse beat wildly, erratically. Her body broke out in pure heat. Their tongues danced. He sucked on her neck, her earlobe, her lower lip. Her hands reached for him.
“No.” He pressed them over her head. Opened her legs wider. Stared at her with those Bengal-tiger blue eyes. “I want you to feel this, all of it.”
She closed her eyes as his fingers picked up the pace, stroking and stroking until lightning bursts raced up from her toes. Still his mouth tugged on her breast as his fingers swept deep and hard into her, his palm pressed against her. She convulsed with a loud moan, coming apart, anchored by him. Then sensations drummed all over her body until she relaxed against him in one long liquid line. He kissed her lightly and released the pressure between her legs. Rearranged her clothing. Pulled her head onto his chest.
Wow , was all she could think. Simply wow. It didn’t equal anything she’d experienced on her own, and wouldn’t it be even better when they had sex?
Her cap must have come loose because his fingers threaded through her hair. Even her scalp sizzled. She inhaled long and deep and turned in his arms. His mouth looked pinched, but he tried to smile.
“What about you?” she asked in a voice she didn’t recognize.
He pushed a curl behind her ear. “This was for you. I want you to know how it’s going to be between us.”
Her mouth turned dry. In that moment, she made the decision. Soon, very soon, she would make love with him. There was nothing she wanted more. Hadn’t he shown how much he cared by giving pleasure to her so unselfishly?
“I’m sorry about the other night. I wasn’t ready. I—”
“It’s okay. I won’t rush you.”
She thought about mentioning this was her first orgasm with a guy, but she didn’t want him to think she’d been waiting for him, even if it was partially true. She hugged him tight.
“Did you bring me out here because you knew it couldn’t go too far?”
He squeezed her and then moved away, sitting in the snow. She had a moment of guilt as she realized he was trying to cool off.
“Partly. Rolling around like two sunburned jackasses wasn’t my idea of our first time together.”
“Then there are the satellites,” she added, making him laugh.
“I brought you up here because we always came here when we needed to get away from school or our parents.”
She tugged her cap on. “This was our wishing spot.”
“Our wishing spot?”
The sky seemed endless when she raised her hands to it. “We always talked about what we’d be when we grew up, remember? You talked about becoming a famous
Her back arched. The sun warmed her face, while his mouth incited a different kind of heat. He kissed his way across her chest until her nipples were wet and hard and aching. A cold breeze blew, making them tighten even more.
Her soft moans couldn’t be contained. Cold then hot, hot then cold. She was being exposed to more than just the elements.
Her body strained under him. When he slid his hands down her sides and into her snow pants, she stilled. Waited for the touch she sensed was coming. His mouth gentled on her breast and his hand slowed, as if he were seeking a sign. She wrapped her arms around his neck and urged him on. His fingers parted her folds and traced the V of her thighs to her core, his touch delicate, a mere brush. When her hips jerked, he deepened the caress, slipping one finger inside.
She moaned at the sensation paired with the raw tug of his mouth on her breast. The bold touch of his hand. Her body struggled against him, wanting more, wanting to give him more.
He eased back from her breast. “Shh…it’s okay. Let me show you.” He leaned up and took her mouth in a long, hot kiss.
She dug her boots into the snow as his palm continued to press against her center. Another finger joined the first. They caressed, rotated, and swirled until she was throbbing with desire. Her pulse beat wildly, erratically. Her body broke out in pure heat. Their tongues danced. He sucked on her neck, her earlobe, her lower lip. Her hands reached for him.
“No.” He pressed them over her head. Opened her legs wider. Stared at her with those Bengal-tiger blue eyes. “I want you to feel this, all of it.”
She closed her eyes as his fingers picked up the pace, stroking and stroking until lightning bursts raced up from her toes. Still his mouth tugged on her breast as his fingers swept deep and hard into her, his palm pressed against her. She convulsed with a loud moan, coming apart, anchored by him. Then sensations drummed all over her body until she relaxed against him in one long liquid line. He kissed her lightly and released the pressure between her legs. Rearranged her clothing. Pulled her head onto his chest.
Wow , was all she could think. Simply wow. It didn’t equal anything she’d experienced on her own, and wouldn’t it be even better when they had sex?
Her cap must have come loose because his fingers threaded through her hair. Even her scalp sizzled. She inhaled long and deep and turned in his arms. His mouth looked pinched, but he tried to smile.
“What about you?” she asked in a voice she didn’t recognize.
He pushed a curl behind her ear. “This was for you. I want you to know how it’s going to be between us.”
Her mouth turned dry. In that moment, she made the decision. Soon, very soon, she would make love with him. There was nothing she wanted more. Hadn’t he shown how much he cared by giving pleasure to her so unselfishly?
“I’m sorry about the other night. I wasn’t ready. I—”
“It’s okay. I won’t rush you.”
She thought about mentioning this was her first orgasm with a guy, but she didn’t want him to think she’d been waiting for him, even if it was partially true. She hugged him tight.
“Did you bring me out here because you knew it couldn’t go too far?”
He squeezed her and then moved away, sitting in the snow. She had a moment of guilt as she realized he was trying to cool off.
“Partly. Rolling around like two sunburned jackasses wasn’t my idea of our first time together.”
“Then there are the satellites,” she added, making him laugh.
“I brought you up here because we always came here when we needed to get away from school or our parents.”
She tugged her cap on. “This was our wishing spot.”
“Our wishing spot?”
The sky seemed endless when she raised her hands to it. “We always talked about what we’d be when we grew up, remember? You talked about becoming a famous
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