Page 37 of Slashes in the Snow
Placing her on her feet, I scoop up the towels she tossed on the sand. The air is balmy, so it aids in ridding the chill the salty water left behind. And once we are both dry enough, we head back to the house.
Inside, we shower together, giving me the first real, clear look at her body. I explore her skin as I lather her up, noticing all the little nuances I ignored before. Like the little squiggles of waves tattooed on the most obscure parts of her body. One on the front of her shoulder, another on the back of her neck. One more on the inside of her wrist, yet another on her hip. Finding them all is like discovering one tantalizing prize after the next. The one on her rib cage I find the most intriguing. It’s the same small wave as all the rest, except it has some cursive writing attached, which reads “Into the sea.” I trace the letters with my fingertip, and Kira quivers. Something inside me lights up from her reaction. She responds so strikingly to my touch.
“I want to go to bed,” I purr in her ear.
“I’m ready, too.” Kira lifts up onto her toes and steals a wet, delectable kiss.
It spurs me to pull her closer and grope her ass, squandering all sense and reason.
After a quick dry off, we dim the lights in Kira’s room. It’s a massive, white space with pops of pink, gray, and gold and a multi-million-dollar view of the Pacific Ocean. It’s an heiress’ room for sure.
We climb into her highly decorated bed, pushing what feels like a million throw pillows onto the floor. Pulling the comforter down, I urge her to lie on her back and then get comfortable right beside her.
Propping my head in my hand, I resume exploring her naked body. I’ve never had a woman take my breath away like Kira does. Succumbing so sincerely. So untaintedly.
She transforms me in a way I never knew possible. Molding me into a man I don’t even recognize.
Skimming my fingertips down the center of her chest and torso and then back up, I watch her physical reaction take form. Her nipples harden, her skin prickles, and her breathing picks up. As much as I want to attack her right where she lays, I also want to hunt. Hunt all the places that make her weak. Discover all her secrets and then exploit them for my advantage. I also want to make her feel like she’s never felt before. I want her obsessed with only me. With what only I can do and how I can make her feel. I want her body to be all mine.
“Spread your legs, Snow,” I hiss commandingly.
Kira opens her eyes, looks straight into mine, and drops to her knees.
Something about the whole thing is so . . .life-altering. That sounds dramatic, but it’s true. I don’t know what it is with Kira. I’m not usuallyawarewhen I’m with a woman, but with her, I’m attentive to every single touch. I want each one to affect her the same, if not more, than the last.
Moving my hand down to the apex of her thighs, I use all four fingers to massage her clit. Circling around the soft flesh until it’s swollen and wet.
“Ky.” Kira huffs my name insufferably, our eye contact never breaking. She has no idea I’m just beginning. I move the radius of my fingers out, rubbing her entire pussy, spreading her wetness all over her folds. “God.” Her back bows from the onslaught of pleasure, and it’s a beautiful sight.
Sliding my middle digit inside her entrance, I finger her, slow and controlled, memorizing each of her actions and reactions.
I continue the provoking pattern of in and out and around until her cheeks are a deep shade of pink and her breathing is erratic.
“Huh, huh, huh, huh.” She kisses me crazily between gasps of breath, pulling at my neck and jerking her hips as the sensations become too much.
“You want me inside you again?” I provoke her.
“You know I do.” She licks her lips and then mine. How someone as sweet and innocent-looking as her makes the slightest gesture so sexually charged I will never know. But I eat it up, every last bit with a cherry on top.
Repositioning us, I beckon Kira onto my lap. I have to watch. I have to see everything. All of her.
I pump my erection with bloodthirsty anticipation as she straddles me, then sinks down slowly onto my cock.
“Christ.” The friction is instant. It's earth-quaking sensation and pulsating need.
Wrapping her hair around my wrist, I pull, forcing her head back as she rides me. I don’t want this to move quick. I want to draw out the time and elongate the pleasure.
“Slow, Kira,” I instruct as she fights to chase her orgasm.
“Faster, Ky,” she argues, but I ignore her plea.
I bite her neck and lick her skin as she bobs up and down, each rock inducing her to tremble.
“You’re gonna come with me, Kira. When I’m ready, you’re ready.” I hold on tightly to her long, golden-blonde hair.
“I’m ready now,” she whines, and I get the most selfish satisfaction that it’s my cock making her feel this way. Making her achy, and needy, and weak.
A handful more of quivering undulations, and we are both at the brink of madness.
