A Blizzard of Love

My head falls into the crook of her neck, and I feel a hot wave of lust crawl up my dick. “Bri,” I warn, but I can almost hear her smile.

“Wilder,” she challenges, and damn her, I rock against her too.

It feels so good to press our bodies together, and I can feel myself leaking into my boxer briefs. Goddamn do I want to fuck her right now, but I’m trying to be good.

“This was a bad idea,” I say, but my body betrays my words as I keep on dry humping my pretend wife.

“I like your bad ideas.” When her nails softly scratch down my back, I have a feeling I’m already fucked.

Chapter Seven

BRI

I’ve gone from freezing to burning up, and now my whole body is on fire with need. The dull ache in my head has been forgotten because the one between my thighs is making itself known. It’s the only thing I can focus on.

“Bri.” He groans my name when I lift my hips to rub my sex against his hard cock. The man is big all over, and even though I’m on the curvy side, I'm still petite. Especially compared to him. I wonder how he fits inside of me, but clearly we’ve worked it out.

“It hurts there now.” I grind myself against him shamelessly. He wants this too because I can feel every inch of his need. All I have to do is to tempt him.

He’s my husband and clearly as turned on as I am right now. Why can’t we? The way my body is humming with uncontrollable desire, I’d swear it’s been an eternity since I’ve gotten off last. Then again, I have a very hot husband. It only took a few of his charming smiles to get me worked up. I wonder if we’re always like this and unable to keep our hands off each other.

“My panties are wet too. You should have taken them off.” I can actually feel his cock jerk against me at my words.

“You’re killing me here, love.” He lifts his head from out of my neck, and I can see he’s so close to going over the edge. I get a thrill at the idea of working him up like this and making him break.

“It’s not the snow that’s made them so wet either.” He closes his eyes for a long moment. “I want you.”

His eyes fly open, and a deep, animalistic rumble comes from him. The sound makes my nipples tighten almost painfully.

“I’ve got you,” he says as his mouth descends and he’s kissing me again.

Our tongues touch, and even though the kiss starts off soft, it doesn’t take long before we’re deepening it and it’s becoming more frantic. Wilder pulls away first, and his mouth moves to my neck. I arch my head back, enjoying the feel of his lips against my skin.

He moves down the column of my neck to my breasts, and then his mouth covers one of my hard, puckered nipples. His rough hands cup my other breast, and his fingers pull at my nipple. I whimper at the sensation that rolls though me, and I wonder if it always feels this good between us.

“Wilder!” I moan when he drags his teeth across my nipple. My back bows off the sofa. and I know I’m going to cum.

“So responsive.” His mouth goes to my other breast, giving it the same attention, and I cry out.

“I think I’m going to cum.” I’m so close already.

“Not yet.” He releases my nipple with a pop, and I moan. “I want to taste it.”

“Wilder,” I growl, sounding a bit like him. “You know what it tastes like.” I wiggle, needing some friction, but he’s lifted his body partly away from me so I can’t have it. “Are you always a tease?”

“I always want to eat your pussy.” I gasp at his crude words as his mouth travels down my stomach and he slips off the side of the sofa.

“Okay, so I’m into dirty talk,” I say to myself as Wilder spreads my legs. I think maybe I’m just into all things Wilder related because everything he does turns me on. This intensity we have is mind-blowing.

“You’re soaked for me.” He rubs his knuckle up and down my panties, and my hips jerk each time he brushes against my clit.

“Please,” I beg.

“I’ve got you, baby.” My heart gives a flutter each time he calls me that. The way it rolls off his tongue sounds sweetly sexy.

His finger dips into the side of my panties and pulls them to the side. I hear him suck in a deep breath, breathing me in, and I fight not to lift my hips and push myself right into his mouth. Some shyness still clings to me or I likely would.

“You really are in need, aren’t you?” His warm breath tickles my skin, only teasing me more. I’m going to lose my mind.