And her moans. They rose out of her—a chorus of pleasurable sounds. Yet no one was there. Not one person. It was just Faith. Naked in the snow. Lapping at ice and grinding the white powder between her thighs.
“Remy,” she groaned. “Yes.”
Holy fuck.
No one lay next to her. She wound her body into a slows, twisting her hips and moving those delicious thighs from side-to-side.
My heart broke, while my dick grew hard. It was the worst position for me to be in. I had no idea what to do. Here the love of my life, lay naked and gyrating in the snow on her property late at night. I shouldn’t even be here. And although crazy and insane, there wasn’t any law against her doing this.
Shit.
This was her body. Her life. Her property. Her way, if she wanted, to celebrate Christmas night. If she wanted to catch pneumonia and have frostbite in the most sensitive of places, then who was I to walk over there, stop, and judge her?
“Remy! Remy!”
But. . .who the fuck is Remy?
With sleepy eyes, she shuddered and gripped the snow, clutching clumps of it in her hands.
Breathtaking and jaw-dropping, she screamed as she came.
I almost pulled my dick out. I was damn sure gripping it over my jeans and rubbing the tip. I wanted her. Right fucking now. The desire pushed pressure into my jaw and head. Like this heavy snake uncurling in my brain.
Leave. No. I can’t walk away.
I looked around for any sign of a person. Maybe I’d missed something. Was this Remy standing around and watching her.
Was that what turned her on?
People did freaky things. As a healthy single man, I liked to watch women pleasure themselves and I damn sure enjoyed participating.
Who’s this Remy?
I searched the area, and that had been a great feat because I had to drag my gaze away from Faith’s beautiful body. And it wasn’t just her body. Everything about her glowed in moonlit darkness. The vision called to the wild beast in me. Made me want to howl. Charge toward her, flip that sexy frame around, and take her from behind. I wanted her ass in the air and my hands gripping her hips.
And I needed to take my time.
We’d have to move to the bedroom. It’s too cold out here and. . .what the hell am I saying?
I shook the lust out of my head and for the first time that evening, really studied the image. I even released my dick from that tight grip.
Why is she out here like this? She must be freezing.
She didn’t look cold in the snow. Hot lust radiated from her as she twisted those thick hips and continued to drive me wild.
Majestic.
Mystical.
“Remy!”
A cosmic queen blending in all earth’s element. The cool air caressed those hard nipples. Snow melted between her thighs and I yearned to lick them. This passionate sensuality radiated from her. It was everywhere. In her heart. In her eyes. Blazing along her skin.
Every part of me responded. My mind fogged. My heart stopped. My legs damn near buckled. I leaned against the tree and bit my bottom lip. And my dick. It pushed against my jeans, begging for release.
“Oh. Oh.” Her moan dotted the air like the stars glimmered in the sky.
It was too stunning to ignore.