“I want you,” I breathe, looking down at him, brimming with desire.
I fist his hair, and his gaze flicks up at me, arrestingly hungry. “I know,” he says with a cheeky smile. Then he drops back down to thrill me some more.
Holy fucking shit.
He edges me, bringing me closer and closer, until I’m looking up, way up, past the fairy lights and beyond, past the sky to the stars above.
“Oh. My. God.” I writhe and moan. “Yes,” I say. “Fuck you’re hot.”
I come apart, losing myself in the moment, in this sudden overwhelming bliss. I take it all in, an urgent, sensual joy rippling through my body before I find my calm once more.
“Fuck.” I eye him, beckoning him up and over, and he gladly obeys. I reach for him and take hold.
“Yes, baby.” He kneels over me, surrounding me, his hands either side of me, his strong arms a cage of my own making. He wipes his mouth with a grin, and I chuckle.
I’m all over his face.
I give him a squeeze, grinning back. I’m all over his cock too.
He holds himself over me, panting and groaning as I work his shaft up and down, applying just enough pressure to make sure he sees the stars too.
“Fuck. Mia.” He groans some more, and I delight in coaxing out his most carnal calls.
I can’t remember the last time he said my name in such a way.
I work him until his frenzied moans seem to near their peak, and then I guide his swollen tip to my clit and work us both until we’re gasping together, reaching for that climax.
But no. I ease back. Not yet.
“Fuck me,” I say with a wicked smile, and Ethan flips me over then drags me back to the edge of the bed. I giggle and squirm,rising up to all fours, then push back to meet him as he stands to take me from behind.
“Oh, fuck you’re gorgeous.” He grips my hips and I look back at him, my hair falling over my shoulder as his gaze devours me. “You’re incredible.” He pants as I rock back against him, gasping with pleasure and ecstasy.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I tell him as he thrusts into me, and I meet him there with an unrestrained fervour, the pleasure consuming us both whole.
We shift and grind, our bodies entwined, my mind a blur of fucking bliss.
“Come for me,” I tell him, arching my back in that way I know he loves.
He grins, pumping into me harder and faster while I suck my fingers then reach underneath to circle myself and come again with him inside me. “Yes, baby,” he calls as I come apart with a groan of pleasure. “Just like that.” He groans, losing himself in our touch.
I tighten around him, taking him with me, taking us all the way.
“I’m gonna come.” He moans, and I look back at him again, pushing him right over the edge.
He grips my hips and shudders, pouring into me.
I push back, taking him in as he unravels, gasping and groaning, until we both collapse in the mess of covers.
Yes.
We lay there a while, eyeing each other, sharing our smug, satisfied smiles as we try to catch our breath.
I’m positively buzzing with delight, but, as I am wont to do, I turn to him and ask, “Do you mind if I …?”
“Go for it,” he says, his eyes shining, his gaze pinned to mine as I reach down one more time.
I play with myself, feisty and fast. Then I finish and smile, taking my bonus hit before we lay there in bliss, surrounded by each other and the snow-covered forest, in this perfect place at the perfect time.
