Page 43 of Snow Balled

I turned my head at the last second, and his lips touched my cheek. I stilled, waiting for him to ask me what the hell was going on or to tell me that I was ruining the mood, but all he did was pepper my jawline with kisses. My pulse sped up, and I flipped my hair to the side, giving him access to my neck.

God, he was good with his mouth. And teeth. And tongue. I moaned as he worked his magic on my neck. His hands were behind me, stroking up and down. Mine were on his back, too, but his skin wasn’t bare.

I tugged on his shirt and he straightened up, his hands flying across his buttons. Then the flannel was gone, and his ripped upper body was completely visible—and inches away from me. I reached out, tracing the valley between his eight-pack abs. I’d been around actors with incredible bodies, but I’d never been given the time to explore.

Drew placed his hand over mine, flattening my fingers against his abs. Then he slid my hand up, grasping my fingers and bringing them to his mouth. He kissed each one as my hips grinded in circles.

His cock bobbed freely as he released my hand. “Can you touch yourself again?” I whispered.

Immediately, he fisted his cock, and blood pooled between my legs as I watched. “Why don’t you touch yourself, too?” Drew suggested.

I wanted to. I needed to. But I rarely touched myself that way, and I’d certainly never done it with anyone else watching. “I can’t,” I whispered.

Drew nodded, but he lifted his free hand, bringing it toward my chest, stopping when his hand was an inch away. “How about here?”

I nodded, sliding my hands up my stomach and cupping my breasts. His hand returned to his cock, but his eyes didn’t leave my chest.

The hungry look on his face inspired me, and I teased my nipples through the bra. Drew altered his strokes as he watched me, sometimes going quickly and other times making long, slow strokes.

I let my gaze wander over his massive biceps, and it gave me an idea. I slid my hand up and hooked one finger under my bra strap. Then I slid it down over my own, much smaller bicep, until it was almost at my elbow. Then I did it with the other side. Drew’s breath caught in his throat and his hand moved faster over his cock.

“Shit, Sierra, you are so hot.”

“Right back at you,” I said breathlessly. My heart was beating so quickly that my breasts practically bounced in my bra. “I wish…” I trailed off, unsure how to finish. At that moment, my main wish was that I could be someone else. A woman who wasn’t afraid to take all that Drew had to give.

Drew’s breath was ragged as his fingers flew over his cock. “Mywish is that you’d come with me.”

I slid my fingers over the front of my panties, feeling how my skin was underneath. Then I groaned in frustration. It was too much. Too intimate. Too bold. In other words, it wasn’t me. “I want to, but I just… can’t.”

“Then can I?” His voice was laced with need. “Just my fingers—I want to make you feel as good as you’re making me feel.”

A battle waged in my mind, but finally, I nodded.

Before I knew what was happening, Drew grabbed my waist and turned me around so that I was facing him, straddling his powerful thigh. I yelped, afraid he’d pull me onto his cock, but he didn’t. It had still been a sudden move, but to my surprise, I hadn’t freaked out, at least not completely. Trust made all the difference.

“Hold onto my shoulders,” he whispered as he rubbed his hand up and down my thigh. The closer he moved to my panties, the better it felt. I circled my hips, grinding against his powerful leg. God, it felt good. Then his fingers pressed against the gusset of my panties. For the first time, I realized how wet I was. I lifted my hips and Drew’s long finger slid under the fabric, along my slit.

God, it felt like I could come from just that. Clutching his shoulders tightly, I arched my back, practically thrusting my breasts in his face. He groaned as his hips thrusted upward.

“Stroke your cock again.” My voice was full of need.

“I don’t think I can last much longer,” he warned as he fisted himself again.

I pressed myself against his touch. “Take me with you,” I begged. His long fingers spread me open, his thumb brushing over my clit as his index finger slid backwards. He aligned it at my opening, and my hips bucked as I groaned.

A fingertip circled me… opened me… and pushed inside of me as I let out a shriek. My nails dug into his shoulders as he worked my clit and pumped his finger inside me.

It was too much.

It wasn’t enough.

It was a roller coaster that had begun its final ascent, and it was too late to back out—not that I wanted to.

“Please,” I panted as I ground myself against his fingers. His thumb flicked back and forth across my clit as his finger found a spot inside me that made me cry out. He stroked his cock harder, and I knew he was close.

So was I.

“Please,” I begged again as my legs trembled. The pressure building up inside me made it hard to stay upright. “Please don’t stop.”

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