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Wow, he's sexy as hell.
His hair is tousled, the sharp lines of his jaw and chin are covered in a well-groomed beard. He's shirtless, and I can see thick, black lines painting the arm that's over my body.
The air outside this cocoon is cool, making the tip of my nose cold. But it's warm in his arms, and under these heavy blankets. I want to stay right where I am, there's a sense of comfort being engulfed by this man, even if I can’t remember his name.
Then it hits me, the intense pressure of my bladder as it screams for relief. I try to push it off by adjusting my hips a little. It doesn't work, the motion only makes my body scream louder.
I can't wait.
I gently try to lift his arm off me, and if it weren’t for the urgent need to run to the bathroom, I’d be tempted to trace my finger over every line on his skin and watch the hairs stand up as I felt his strong muscles. Slinking out from under his arm, my feet hit the cold floor as I stand up. Hugging myself, a chill runs down my body from the icy cold air. I can see my breath as I exhale.
Man it's cold in here. Rubbing my arms, trying to warm up, I shiver as I tip toe down the staircase from the loft. I definitely don’t remember walking up these stairs last night. I wander around downstairs, open a closet door, and then another, before I try a door at the end of the hallway, and luck out. A bathroom. Yes! I flip the light switch, and nothing happens.
Shit, the power is out.
Peeing in the dimly lit room, I take the chance to look myself over in the small mirror above the sink. I don't look half bad considering the heavy drinking, and the onslaught of tears that embarrassingly took over last night.
This guy must think I'm an emotional mess.
Cleaning the black smudges off my cheeks from my mascara, I use the mouthwash he has on the sink counter. My head actually feels pretty good despite all the whiskey I consumed.
Cheese trick wins again!
Smiling to myself, my gaze shifts to the window. It's not a typical window, it's round, with swooping iron frames that hold a mosaic of glass. There's bright greens and blues, yellows and reds.
It’s gorgeous.
Reaching out, I run the tips of my fingers over the glass, unable to stop myself from touching it. It's beautiful; so intricate. Checking out the rest of the bathroom, I'm blown away by the detail in the woodwork. It's everywhere. Intricate swirls and shapes all burned into the surface of the cabinets.
This must have taken forever to do.
I wander out of the bathroom and look through the rest of the house. My fingertips glide pleasantly, tracing the designs in the crafted walls. I feel like I'm in some sort of fairy den. It's magical, whimsical, and as I step back into the main room, all I can see is the same steady handiwork.
Natural wood streamlines the design, from the giant beams that crisscross the ceiling, to the long planks that create the chilled floor under my feet. It's like this place was carved from one giant tree, rather than built.
Huge glass windows that run from floor to ceiling are creating a looking glass for me into a snowy world. It's like I'm in a snow globe that's been shaken. The trees outside are weighed down by the snow, yet still perfect, and the sky is the perfect shade of blue, the kind you see in paintings. It's hard to see where the road ends and the woods begin with the blanket of snow.
This place is breathtaking.
There's sound coming from up in the loft, and I tip-toe back up the stairs to see the man now stirring under the blankets. Smiling to myself, another shiver runs through my body making my muscles tighten. It's cold, but I know where it's warm.
Slipping back under the blankets, I snuggle back up to this bear sized man. His arm moves easily, giving me room to slide even closer to his warmth. Forming my body to his, my ass pushes back into him, and I can feel his morning wood.
He's hard, pushing back against me and it's turning me on. Rocking my ass slowly, I rub against his erection, hoping to rouse him. There's something about this place, about this man, about this moment that is just turning me on.
I don't just want to snuggle for warmth, I want to make heat of our own.
My hips are rolling, and my pussy is growing wet. I feel him move slightly, his face nuzzling into my hair as his hand cups my belly. His hips start to rock with mine, forcing his cock firmly against my ass. I can feel his chest against my back rising and falling as his breath quickens.
