Page 47 of Abdominal Snowman

A slow grin curled his lips, as he couldn’t hold back his excitement any longer. This woman was perfect for him. Soren’s surprise morphed into a melting tension, arousal sliding through his gut.

Grinning wide, Soren replied, “I can do something even better.”

“Well, by all means,” she said, a chuckle drifting out. He loved her laugh. A bright and easy treasure to obtain.

He dipped back down to kiss her briefly before wrapping his arms around her waist, sliding his hands down and over the warm skin of her back until he had a grip on the backs of her thighs. He lifted with ease, and the squeak she let out did things to him. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders to balance herself, which only brought him closer to his goal.

Soren kissed the top of her breast, nipping the warm skin as he made his way south until his mouth hovered over one perfect peak. Summoning a thread of his power, he blew gently, icy air rushing past his lips. Tiny frost crystals decorated her sensitive skin, and Sage tipped her head back, moaning as Soren gently lapped the cold nipple into his warm mouth.

“Holy shit, that’s the best power ever,” Sage told him, groaning. She tilted his head up before lowering her mouth to his, pausing just before their lips met. “I wanna taste.”

Soren’s cock throbbed in his jeans. This woman could do anything she wanted to him.

He let the cold fill his mouth as they kissed. She hummed into him, and he pulled her closer with his grip on her ass. Her response was to kiss him deeper, to tighten her legs around him.

Breaking their kiss with a nip, he slid his lips to the corner of her mouth and down her neck, leaving frosty bites along the way. Her chest was heaving by the time he made it back to her breasts, and he gave the other nipple the same chilly treatment as he had the first one.

She tightened her grip in his hair as he flicked his warm tongue over the tightly puckered skin of her nipple.

His tongue laved against her skin, warming it until he moved to her other breast, repeating himself.

Cold, then warmth. Frost, then fire. She tasted like strawberry ice cream, and he was a starving man.

Soren lowered her to the couch, and Sage’s amber eyes were practically glowing as she threw her head back. Slipping down her body, he gently blew icy air across the creamy expanse of her stomach before licking and laving his tongue against her frosted skin. The texture was rough against his tongue, but the skin beneath was soft as the ice flakes melted.

With deft fingers, Soren lowered his hands to her waist, hesitating, waiting for approval. An okay. A—

“Hurry the fuck up, Soren, god,” she growled. “You just frosted my titties for twenty minutes, you think I’ve got the patience of a saint or something?” As she bitched, she yanked her pants down and tossed them off with a huff. “There.”

Soren settled back between her legs with a laugh that he muffled in her thighs. Before she could ask any questions, he pulled her panties off, flicking them across the room. Sage propped herself up on her elbows, chest heaving as she stared down the line of her body at Soren. Their gazes locked as Soren blew a gust of ice against her warm center.

Sage’s eyes grew wide, mouth popping open on a breathy moan. Her head fell back as Soren replaced the chill with his mouth. If he thought she tasted delicious before, it was nothing in comparison to the way her taste exploded in his mouth. His tongue roved along her sweet skin, teasing her until she was a writhing mess beneath him.

Her fingers clawed through his hair, gripping tightly as she tried to draw her legs up around him, to cant her hips into his face. Laying his forearms along the inside of her thighs, he held her down and still until he could have his fill. And he wouldn’t be done until she was pulsing around him.

“Stay still, Sage,” he ordered, voice little more than a rumble against her sensitive flesh.

She moaned, her hands lowering to his arms, nails digging half-moons into his skin as he teased her with the tip and flat of his tongue. She still pressed against his hold, dancing in his palms as she chased her orgasm.

Soren speared his tongue inside her warm center, nudging his nose against her clit. The gasps she let out were the sweetest things he’d ever heard. He licked and lapped and felt the sting of her nails until she cried out, clenching around him. He flattened his tongue against her, and Sage rocked her hips against his face as her orgasm rolled through her. Only when she was gasping, boneless, and utterly satisfied did he finally pull away.

He crawled up her body and watched her lips tug up into a half smile. “Such a good girl,” he praised softly. Sage leaned up, pulled Soren into a soft kiss, and lapped at his lips like a kitten.

A sex kitten,he decided as her hands flitted down his stomach, grasping him through his jeans. His cock was throbbing, trapped behind layers of fabric.

Grasping the band of his jeans, Sage tugged until Soren had to stand, and shoved them down his long legs.

He grinned. Sage looked so small on his giant couch, eyes half-lidded from the orgasm he’d given her. He left the boxers on as he planted a palm by Sage’s head and straddled her again, trapping her against the cushions. But if he thought he was in control, he was downright wrong.

Sage pulled at the waistband of his boxers until he sprang free. She eyed him as he once again stood to remove the last article of clothing between them. In a blink, she was down on the floor, on her knees gazing up at him, waiting. Soren felt his heart crack. She’d burst into his life, turning everything upside down until it clicked into place.

Sage rose slowly, amusement dancing in her eyes until she was level with his cock. Precum was already dripping from the tip, aching to be inside her.

“I want to taste,” she rasped.

Locking eyes with Soren, Sage leaned in lowly, licking a slow stripe up from the base. A long moan poured from Soren’s lips.

Sage sucked him into her mouth, just getting started before he hauled her up. It had been too long and everything with Sage was too much.