Page 80 of Love Under Snowfall

“Fuck, sorry,” he said through a clenched jaw, throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

“Stay put,” she warned with a grin. He nodded.

Frankie lowered again, repeating the movement but with agonizingly slow strokes. The hold on his self-control was admirable, and she rewarded him by taking him into her mouth as far as she could. His hands tightened to fists in her hair, eliciting from her a pleased moan that she was certain he could feel against his smooth rigidity. She slowly retreated to the tip and then advanced, hands joining in to touch and grip more of him.

“Holy fuck, Francesca. Your smart little mouth. It’s so hot . . . so wet. You’re killing me, sweetheart, oh, but please don’t fucking stop.”

She began to bob up and down more rapidly, thoroughly enjoying the vulgar words that crept through the cracks of his usually so-composed exterior. His taste, his low voice encouraging her—praising her—all swelled inside of her, skyrocketing her own craving for more of him. Soon, she noticed him start to tense beneath her attention and chuckled to herself because as soon as he neared climax she pulled away, stopping him just shy of release like he had done to her in the cabin.

Gripping her hair tighter, he turned her face up toward his, amazed at the fire that seemed to dance on the turbulent ocean blue of his eyes. She could see it written all over his face. He knew exactly what she was trying to do, and he battled internally over whether he should return the favor.

“Need I remind you that I’m the one in control tonight?” Frankie hadn’t realized how fun and heady it would be to play with fire until that moment. Power surged through her as though she were superhuman, and she found herself intoxicated.

He growled—actually growled—but loosened his fists. “Thin ice.”

Detangling him from her already wild hair, she reached for his discarded pants. After fishing through his pockets and finding them empty aside from a keycard, she grumbled and flung them aside.

“What are you searching for, Francesca?” His composure, at least in part, had returned as he watched her curiously.

“Looking for something,” she mumbled.

“Inside jacket pocket.”

She eyed him suspiciously then dug her hand into the silk lining, procuring a strip of condoms.

“You’re lucky,” she purred as she slowly walked back over to him, hips swaying.

“I have a lengthy list of reasons why running through my head.” He chuckled huskily. “But tell me whyyouthink I’m lucky.”

“Because I would have sent you out to the nearest drugstore if you hadn’t brought protection.” She dropped the foil packets on the nightstand and stepped across to straddle his hips. “Dressed just like this.”

“Sweetheart, there are no bounds to the lengths I’d go for you.”

As he said it, his eyes glinted playfully, but before she could focus on the lie in his words, she got back to her original mission.

“Lay back.”

He did.

So, she rewarded him by straddling his hips and removingher bra. “Touch me.”

He did.

She arched into his strong hands, grinding hard against his straining erection. He cupped her ass and pulled her up toward his chest. She understood and shimmied so her knees rested on either side of his head, pretending all the while that it had been her idea. “Lick me.”

And, holy fuckity fuck, he did. Hooking a finger and pulling aside her panties for better access, he swirled and dragged and flicked his tongue until she was quivering and shuddering. All the while, she undulated her hips above him, desperate for even more contact, more friction. This position was great—fantastic, really—but she wanted him to slide into her, claim her, even if it would only be for one more night. She didn’t mind so much because she was aware of the circumstances this time.

“Benjamin.” The wobbly quality of her voice startled her.

“M-hm?” The hum against her most sensitive spot sent quivers out to the tips of her fingers and toes.

“I want you to bend me over and slide into me until I’m begging to come.”

The hum turned to a growl, and with deft action, he flipped her off of him. Strong hands gripped her hips, turning her onto her belly and tugging her panties down with one surprising swipe. She tingled, hearing the condom wrapper. But before she could say anything cheeky about him hurrying up, the press of his solid tip tested her, finding no resistance because of the wetness they’d both provided. Suddenly, with her hips in the air and cheek pressed into the mattress, he drove into her.

She screamed, but not one of pain. No, there was only agonizing fullness and stretch and bliss. He felt perfect inside her, and she had no idea how she had forgotten how good he would feel.

“Did I hurt you?” Her heart filled too as he checked in with her, still testing her with tiny, gentle thrusts.

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