His Frozen Heart

He blinked. “Um hm. I need to do that. I … um … should take them off. That OK with you?”

We were talking about wet clothes, but we were not talking about wet clothes. We held each other’s gaze and made a secret, unspoken agreement that we were going to have sex. A buzzing sensation ran all over my body. I felt like I needed to do a huge, comedy gulp at the prospect of this beautifully sculpted man, who hadn’t been with a woman in a significant amount of time, ravishing me. At the mere thought of us touching made my body prepare itself for his entry. I felt myself become wet with desire for him.

Cade rose to stoke the fire on the wood-burning stove. He placed our boots nearby to dry them, and hung our socks on the line above. His movements were deliberate. As if he was doing it to test himself. All he really wanted to do was fall on me and take me hard.

I took off my sweater that was soggy around the bottom and sat there just in a t-shirt and wet panties. My knee was much better, or maybe it was just the feeling of anticipation raging through me over Cade.

He stood in the middle of the room. “Shall I make us a hot drink? To warm you up from the inside?”

I debated taking the bait on that one. I’d love nothing more than for him to warm me up from the inside.

“Yes, that’s sounds nice.” What the hell was wrong with me? The last thing in the world I wanted was a drink. And I think I could safely say the same for him. But something had happened to me. I’d suddenly turned shy. What I really wanted was to start this thing off so we could get over this awkwardness and here I was playing the coy maiden. Cade fumbled around in the kitchen area. After a few moments, I smelled something wonderful like vanilla and cinnamon.

“Wow, that smells delicious. Is that our drinks that smell so good?” I twisted around to look at Cade in the kitchen area.

“Um, no, I just lit a candle.”

“Oh.”

I saw him peel down his wet jeans and hang them over the line. His legs were long, lean and sculpted. He seemed distracted. “Do you mind if we wait on the hot drink?”

“No, that’s ok …”

Before I could finish speaking Cade crossed the room, took my face in his strong hands, and kissed me. It was like plugging my finger into a live socket. My whole body felt electrified. We were two pieces that were meant to fit together and we had denied ourselves for so long our coming together was violent. Our lips fell into each other’s and we devoured each other. We were like animals. Hungry, crazed. His lips felt more perfect over mine than I’d even imagined. Something feral, ancient, and stronger than lust filled my body.

Katrina

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He pushed me back down to the floor as the kiss became more savage. I clawed desperately at his shirt, he pulled at mine, then snatched away from our kiss long enough to yank the damn thing over my head.

He looked at my breasts beneath my lace bra. The look in his eyes was so intense and heated I felt as if I had never been looked at before by a man. He splayed his large hands around the weight of my breast and groaned. Running his index finger along the inside of the lace he brushed it against my nipple. It shot through me like a bolt of electricity. I reared back at the jolt.

Our eyes locked and his were so dark and mysterious with desire, my stomach lurched. Transfixed, I watched a myriad of emotions roll across his face. Yes, I had caught glimpses of lust in his eyes before, but he hadn’t looked at me like this. With such burning need. As if he had been denied too long. As if he wanted to devour me.

All our time together had consisted of him building a wall between us, and yet, at that moment, I felt as if I’d known him forever. As if I had always belonged to him, body and soul. There was no one else but him.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me these last days?” he asked hoarsely.

Exhilaration tore through me. “Show me.”

He pulled the lace down so that the tip of my nipple sat above it. He growled with lust at the sight. His face was a blur as his mouth swooped down. I nearly screamed when it latched on to my flesh and he immediately began to suck, hard. His other hand reached down to my panties, as I lost my last grip on sanity. My hips bucked when his tongue flicked at my nub.

Crouched over me he began to undress quickly. I watched with widened eyes.

Naked, he was the most glorious combination of bulging sinew, strength, manly angles, and beautiful blue tattoos. Awestruck, I ran my hands down his wide chest, his rock hard stomach, then moved lower to grip his thick erection in my hands. Still on his knees, he dropped his head backwards and arched his back as he relished the feeling.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so sexy. You’re driving me wild.” He pulled himself out of my grasp and curled in on himself, almost to a ball, to slow down his physical responses. When he unfolded his frame, he pushed me back down to the floor. He kissed my neck and ran his hand to the back of my hair.

Cade licked and kissed his way down my neck, along my clavicle and to my breasts. I have large breasts for my small frame, a fact that I hated while I was at school. He sucked on one nipple and ran his thumb around the other.

I arched my back to let him know I liked it and pushed my pelvis into him. He was listening intently to my physical cues because his tongue picked up the motion of his thumb over my nipple and his other hand slipped down my stomach into my panties. It only took him a second to find the exact spot he needed to be.

Ahhhh! I ached with pleasure. I pulled my knees up and widened my legs. I wanted more. I was out of my mind, on the verge of ecstasy.

“Wait …” he panted. “We don’t have … do you have anything?”

“No,” I said. “I mean, I do in my car. Don’t you have anything?”

“Hell no. I live alone on a mountain. I never expected to be in this position.”

We looked at each other. His eyes were glazed, desire poured out of every pore on the man’s body. In the quiet of the cabin, his heart was as loud as a drum.

“Fuck,” he swore.

“I’m not one to be risky with my body. I only see one option here.”

“I see sixty-nine of them.”

I would have laughed out loud, but my body was on the precipice of orgasm.

“Ladies first,” he said, roughly grabbing my legs.

I squealed as he opened my thighs wide. Without any kind of warning he placed his hot mouth between my legs and sucked my whole pussy into his mouth. In the history of quick orgasms, none could possibly equal mine.

Grabbing his head, I climaxed.

Just like that.

Gushing into his mouth, screaming his name, and thrashing my limbs, while he held my clit captive and growled with satisfaction for having so effortlessly made me soar free. It was amazing, and I was still whimpering when it was over. The delicious sensation of his beard against my inner thighs and his lapping tongue made me determined to make him scream my name too.

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nbsp; “Your turn,” I announced, lifting my head up, even though I still felt almost dizzy after such a hard climax.

Katrina

He lifted his head. “I’m not finished yet.”

His voice was dark, deep, rough, and sexy. It made my hair stand on end. Everything that had happened was like sensory overload. “I need a break, baby. Let me do you first, okay?”

He stared at me for a moment longer before rolling over. I was shocked to see how big he was. The urge to impale myself on that massive shaft, all the way to the hilt, condom be damned, was nearly overpowering, but I got on my hands and knees and began to crawl over to him. As my breasts neared his mouth though, he captured a nipple in it while his hand kneaded the other breast. All over again, I felt myself get wet and swollen for him, if that was even possible. I wanted to tell him to stop it, but what he was doing was far too distracting and delectable for me to even think of stopping him. His hand found my pussy and I felt him insert one thick, rough finger into me while his thumb played with my clit.

Oh, Sweet Jesus.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I just stayed in that position until I went over the edge. The orgasm was so intense I collapsed in a heap, half my body on Cade, and the other half on the floor. I imagined my scream leaving the cabin and travelling over the snow-capped mountain.

He stroked my hair. “Now it’s your turn.”

I could smell him from where he lay, cum leaking from his erect cock. His scent was driving me crazy, sweet yet raw and totally masculine. I shuffled forward and slid my tongue along his warm shaft. His taste matched his scent. Utterly seductive.

I sucked him further into my mouth, my lips gliding over the satin smoothness, until his cock bumped the back of my throat. When I eased up a little to keep from gagging, I felt him pull his hips away. Immediately, I drove back down. I loved the taste of him and the sensation of his hardness throbbing in my mouth, and I wasn’t letting him go anywhere.