Please. God. Never let it stop.
Outside, the wind howls, and the snow feathers down, light and cold and constant.
Inside, the fire burns, and the room is hot and heavy. We shift and move like the shadows cast from the flickering flames. We mix and meld and pulse.
I must be dreaming.
This can’t be real.
Ethan pours over me, his mouth against mine, our tongues dancing up here while Juniper’s finds me down there.
He’s all bristly when we kiss, and I grin. What can I say? I like my men manly, and my women …
Oh god.
Juniper is so careful, so considerate. It’s like she’s worried I’ll splinter into a million shards if she moves too quickly. Yet I want her so badly. If I’m ice, she better pick me. I’m at once melting and shattering at the same time. I am ice—and fire, and want, and desire, and everything, and all my aching fantasies, every dream I’ve dared to dream—
And Ethan, too. I want them both. I need them both, and now.
I ache for Ethan’s kiss as he pulls back to watch Juniper devour me. I buck and writhe, so hot, and so wet, and so ravenously wild to her touch and his gaze on me. All over me. All over us both.
I come apart, and my god, I break open like I’ve finally been set free.
Juniper looks up from between my legs with a satisfied smile, and I can only gasp, and moan, and search helplessly for the breath I have clearly lost.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her voice soft and sincere.
I can only nod in reply, all my words escaping me.
“Are you?” Ethan asks her, his gaze steady.
“I’m amazing,” she breathes as I lay beneath her, glowing from within.
She presses herself up, and Ethan shifts behind her.
“Do you want me?” he asks her, in that deep, gruff voice which always takes me over the edge.
“Yes.” She pushes back into him, and I fucking lose it all over again.
I have never seen anything so hot in my life.
Juniper rocks back and forth over me, moaning with pleasure as Ethan takes her from behind.
There’s so much fervour, gasping, moaning … I’m overwhelmed by the heat of our bodies entwined. I grow dizzy from the flames and shadows, the sweltering heat of us taking turns to fuck and be fucked. My god. It’s insane!
As their gasps and moans rocket to new heights, I put two fingers in my mouth then tentatively reach out, and under, to caress Juniper’s clit.
She’s so wet already, and I swirl and stutter my fingers on that spot, just how I like it, the way I know it feels good. “Mia,” she gasps, and I freeze, stricken. “Don’t stop!” she implores, and I keep going. “This is … So. Fucking. Good,” she pants, writhing now, grinding against my hand while Ethan pulses inside her.
I quicken my pace, and Ethan matches me as we race her to the finish and watch as she shudders then comes undone, her cries of pleasure echoing around the cabin. Our cabin in the snow.
She comes away from Ethan to lay by my side, and I lie there with her, stars in my eyes, her glistening come on my fingers.
Holy shit.
Then Ethan joins us, and I look him up and down. He’s still hard and ready.
“My turn,” I say playfully. The ice has well and truly melted. Right now, I’m molten to the core.
