Page 17 of Snowed in with the Bear Shifter
“Damn, Eloise,” he groaned. “What are you doing to me?”
“You know exactly what I’m doing.” She stroked his rippling abs and popped open the top button of his jeans. “Trying to get in your pants.”
He plunged his hands into her leggings, cupping her bare ass as he scooped her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers threading through his hair.
“Shall we take this upstairs?” he asked.
“Too far,” she said breathlessly, the feel of his hands on her backside and his hard cock pressed against her core making her squirm with need. “Here, with the roaring fire and our beautiful tree. I don’t want to wait any longer to have you inside me, Roarke.”
“Hard to argue with that,” he said, laying her on the deep couch. He grabbed the waistband of her leggings and yanked them off. For a moment, he stood over her, staring down at her like he was a starving man and she was a magical buffet laid out before him.
She nudged him with her big toe. “Get naked,” she demanded, arching her back to better display her breasts, soaking in her mountain man’s admiration.
She didn’t have to ask him twice. He kicked off his jeans with alacrity. Sadly, she had only a moment to ogle the long, hard cock jutting proudly from between thick thighs before he dropped to the rug in front of her. Sliding his hands up her calves, he parted her knees.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he trailed his lips up her thigh, the rasp of his stubble tickling the sensitive skin.
“You know exactly what I’m doing, honey,” he said between kisses. He slid his arms under her thighs, gripping her hips as he licked her pussy.
“Roar,” she gasped, her body convulsing under his ministrations. “Fuck me.”
“All in good time. First, I want to taste you and make you come.”
“Okay,” she said breathlessly. Who was she to argue with a man and his agenda, especially when it benefitted her so nicely?
She bucked when he slid a thick finger into her, crooking it and gliding it deeper until he found the bundle of nerves that made her gasp his name.
“That’s right, love.” A second finger joined the first as he played her like a fiddle. “I love to hear my name on your lips. Can I hear it again?” he asked before sucking on her clit, his tongue strumming the sensitive nub.
“Holy shit, Roarke,” she cried as an orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing beneath his touch.
“Exactly like that,” he said, pride coloring his tone. He gave her pussy one more slow lick before lifting his head and giving her a lascivious grin.
She returned that grin with one of her own. “Are you as good with your cock as you are with your tongue?”
“All that and still you doubt me?” he asked, crawling onto the couch and settling between her legs. His big body caged hers, and he brushed a lock of hair off her forehead.
“Well, when you put it that way.” She wiggled, her pussy sliding over the hard length of him. “How ‘bout you show me, just so I know for sure.”
“So demanding.” He slid a hand along her thigh, turning to give her inner knee a kiss before hooking it over his shoulder. “I like a bossy woman.” The tip of his cock nudged her entrance.
“I know what I like,” she said with a gasp as he slid into her wet heat, “and I’m not afraid to ask for it.”
“I know what I like, too.” He rolled his hips, seating himself fully before slowly withdrawing.
Wrapping her leg around his waist, she dug her heels into his back, urging him forward. He obliged, driving his cock into her, torquing his hips so he hit that deliciously sensitive spot he’d found earlier.
The pressure deep inside her built quickly, propelling her once again up towards the peak. Her hands gliding over the largeflexing muscles of his biceps, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, her teeth grazing the tendon there.
He groaned and slid a hand between them, picking up his pace as he thumbed her clit.
“Roar,” she cried, her body bowing up as a second orgasm crashed over her.
Tingles washed through her body, from the top of her head and down to the tips of her toes. Her inner muscles clenched around his cock as his own orgasm consumed him. He shouted her name, his hands tightening as he emptied himself into her.
He slumped, his weight pressing her into the soft couch cushions.
They lay there a moment, entwined, the fire crackling in the hearth and an instrumental version of ‘Silent Night’ playing over the movie’s final credits.
