Dashing Through the Snow (18 page)

She bit him.

“Aw, Jesus, Lil.” The words were tortured and
came out in a hoarse whisper. She continued to bite, her mouth
making deeper and deeper forays into his shorts. Smith writhed,
knowing he was putty in her soft hands. The slick feel of her
tongue on his pubis had him rushing up out of the chair. Reaching
down, he grabbed her arm and brought her to her feet.

He pulled her into his arms and pressed a
quick, hot kiss to her mouth, and looking at her passion-dazed face
with her eyes closed at half-mast, kissed her again, more
thoroughly. When he felt her hand slipping into his jeans again, he
broke from the kiss and led her toward the sofa until they were
standing behind it. The lust was surging through him now and
frantic; he turned her around so that her back was to his front.
“Lean over the couch, baby,” he told her and growled appreciatively
when she obeyed without question. He yanked her jeans and panties
farther down so that they were around her knees.

“I’m afraid I’m not gonna be able to help
myself, sweetness,” he murmured as he stared at the rounded cheeks
of her behind. He first palmed it, squeezing it and making a hungry
sound, and then bending, bit into a cheek while tunneling two
fingers through her slick vaginal lips to find her clit. She jerked
and cried out, spasming against him and he licked and bit her
again, this time sucking a bit at the skin. “Damn, Lily, you’re
drenched.” Unable to resist, he rubbed her lips greedily, and
adding his thumb, pressed her clit on every down stroke.

Whimpering, she bucked, pushing back so that
her ass rubbed against his hand. “Smith!” she pleaded softly.

“It’s all right, baby, I’ll take care of
you,” he promised and tugged his own pants and underwear down. He
sheathed his engorged cock in the condom he’d ripped open after
pulling it from his pocket. Placing a hand in the middle of her
back to hold her in place and bending his knees, he watched as his
dick disappeared beneath her ass cheeks to bury itself in her
slit.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, his words barely
coherent as he nestled himself inside her. He couldn’t hold back
any longer and began thrusting into her. Over and over he invaded
her body, losing himself to the feel of her sleek muscles clamping
tightly over his cock and milking it greedily.

He
withdrew…paused…entered…withdrew…paused…entered…withdrew…
paused

“Oh, God, Smith! Please!” Lily was sobbing
now.

Eyes closed, he gripped her hips with both
hands and entered her again. This time he took her slowly and
leaning over, kissed the side of her neck before whispering in her
ear, “Come for me again, baby.”

He growled when with a cry, she began to push
back against him in desperate motions. Smith tightened his hold and
began to control her movements as he thrust into her in a frenzy of
excitement. She cried out again and turned her head to offer him
her mouth. He took it, but then broke away to press his open mouth
to the side of her neck to bite and suck at the skin, and slamming
into her one last time, took them both gleefully over the edge.

Chapter Fifteen

“Smith? Smiiiiith…”

Smith blinked his eyes several times before
finally lifting his lids to half-mast. They were in Lily’s bed
where they’d eventually fallen into a pleasured heap after
showering. He was on his back and had an arm wrapped around Lily,
who had apparently awakened before him and was now intermittently
drumming her fingers on his chest and pulling gently at the sparse
hair there.

She leaned her head back to look up at him
and he quickly shut his eyes…and was soon jerking away from her
touch, and smarting from a sharp pain. “Ow!”

He looked over at her. She had moved away
from him when he’d risen up on his forearms. She folded her arms
and looked smugly at him. “I knew you were awake.”

“Jesus, Lil.”

“We need to talk,” she told him and when he
continued to just stare at her, sighed impatiently and elaborated,
“About the case.”

Smith shook his head, and then as quick as a
snake, reached out and yanked her against his chest. He held on
tighter when she struggled. “Be still, you spoiled little hell
cat,” he demanded and whacked her hard on her behind with the flat
of his hand, his palm connecting loudly with her naked flesh.

“Ouch!” she said and tried to cover her
offended backside, but he’d wrapped her in a bear hug so that her
arms were caught at her sides.

“You deserved it,” he said and looked into
her eyes. That she was angry was obvious, and he could tell she was
calculating a way to get back at him. “Don’t even think about it,”
he warned before pressing a kiss to her sulky mouth. “You wore me
out and I deserve a little rest now.” She flailed against him and
he wrestled with her until he was on top of her, holding her wrists
on either side of her body.

Lily struggled some more and apparently
realized she wasn’t getting loose, because she finally settled
beneath him. “It’s already been more than two hours,” she muttered
lowly after a few moments of quiet.

The sulkiness had transferred to her tone
now, and Smith tightened his grip a fraction more and squeezed her
thighs between his, knowing she wasn’t above pinching or kicking.
“A few more minutes won’t hurt.”

“Get off me, Smith. You don’t have to talk,
but you’re not going to keep me here like this either. Get. Off!”
she enunciated each word with a buck of her hips, making him
groan.

Smith cocked his head as if in thought as he
studied her wild hair and flushed face. “No, I don’t think so. All
that wiggling of yours gave me another idea…a much better one.” He
bent his head to kiss her.

Lily stiffened and turned her head away.
Smith just grinned and instead kissed her hair and then her neck.
“Umm. You smell so damned good, baby – just so gosh-darned
feminine. What is it you’re wearing?” He lifted his head from her
neck to look at her.

Lily only rolled her eyes and looked away
from him. Smith chuckled and pressed an open-mouth kiss to her jaw.
She’d already begun to soften. He’d felt it in the quivering of her
thighs and the quickening of her breath. He released her wrists and
threaded a hand through her hair to smooth it out on the pillow.
“You love it,” he said knowingly as he kissed her behind her ear
and then began to trail other kisses down the side of her neck.

“I hate you.” The words came out on a sigh as
she slipped her arms around his neck and offered him her mouth.

“Yeah?” he asked with a lifted brow after
he’d finished indulging them both with a thorough kiss. “Just how
much?”

She gave a wry smile, shook her head.
“Obviously not enough,” she said before taking his bottom lip
between her teeth and sucking it into her mouth.

“You know what I want?” he murmured between
kisses.

“No.” She shook her head again and tightened
her arms around his neck when he slid a thigh between hers.
“What?”

His eyes narrowed and he knew there was a
predatory gleam in them because he was feeling so much like an
animal on the hunt. “Oh, I think you know,” he said, running his
hand down her torso and over her flat stomach to cup her sex. He
watched her eyes close and her neck arch as he pressed his palm
against her clit. “It’s been four years, sweetness.” He bent his
head to hers again. “I want a taste,” he whispered against her
mouth.

Lily tried unsuccessfully to suppress a
shiver when she heard what he said. His tone was little more than a
growl, but it made her
crave
. Her toes actually curled. When
they’d made love four years before, he’d not been able to keep his
head from between her thighs and had had her sobbing long into the
night. She shivered again and cuddled against him in dreadful
anticipation.

Smith stroked her back and let loose with a
knowing, affectionate chuckle before bussing her head. “Good idea,
right?”

“I want you to,” she said haltingly, caught
on opposite, but equal, prongs of desire and reservation. “But you
can’t be so…so…”

“Greedy?” he suggested. “Enthusiastic?
Worshipful?”

“It isn’t funny, Smith,” she protested,
stretching her neck as he alternated between kissing and sucking
her skin. “You remem—aaaah…” She broke off with a moan when he
scraped his teeth across her skin. Her eyes fell shut for a moment
as she enjoyed the caress. But she soon took his face in her hands
and lifted his head so she could see his eyes. They were clouded
with lust and the sight of it made her move her legs restlessly as
a fiery warmth seeped into her belly. She cleared her throat and
tried again, “You remember last time how your greedy, enthusiastic
worship,” she said with a half smile, “almost made me raw.”

Smith winced and pressed an apologetic kiss
to her mouth. “I’m so sorry about that, baby; you know I am.” He
gave her a pleading look. “You have to understand, it was my first
time tasting you and I got just a teeny little bit excited,” he
said with a sheepish grin while holding his hands at least a foot
apart, making Lily burst into laughter. And then he sang, “‘Brown
sugar, babe... I gets high off your love; don’t know how to
behave.’” The words were sung softly between biting kisses to her
mouth.

Lily swallowed –his deep voice was so sexy
and sent shivers down her spine – and licked the rim of his lips.
“Not sure D’Angelo would appreciate your particular rendition.”

He smiled and shrugged. “Best I can do, but
seriously, Lily, I won’t let it happen again, I promise. Come on,
sweetness,” he whispered in a honeyed, persuasive tone. “Let me
have you.”

He looked so very earnest and eager that she
couldn’t resist, not to mention the fact that she really wanted him
to. She caressed his cheek. “Yes, please.”

Smith’s face split wide with a grin and
excitement lit behind the lust in his gaze. “Hot damn!” he yelled
and bounced on his knees with his hands on either side of her
head.

Lily chuckled while her body sprang against
the bed. “You’re such an idiot,” she said after her head had
bounced for the last time.

From his position near the foot of the bed,
Smith doffed an invisible hat. “Howdy, ma’am. I’m your very happy
–
very horny
– idjut, and I’m here to serve you,” he finished,
the last few words not much more than mumbles as he began his new
mission by gripping her hips to lift her a few inches to his
face.

He started out with simply breathing her in,
his eyes closed and with a pleased smile on his face. Inhaling and
then exhaling to start all over again – a sure sign to Lily that he
was going to take his time. She bit her lip and groaned. “Oh, God.”
Her stomach muscles went taut with anticipation, but he still only
continued to inhale and exhale, each exhalation disturbing the hair
of her pubis and teasingly sending small ripples to her core. Lily
quivered from the tension, her body tightening up in anticipation
as heat liquefied inside her. She endured the slow torture as long
as she could. “It’s not a fine wine, Smith!”

Smith raised his gaze, gave her a stern look,
lowered her hips and said, “All right; that’s it. I can’t work
under these conditions.”

Startled, Lily looked at him. Her lips
twitched as she tried to suppress her amusement. He actually looked
insulted. A snicker escaped and before she could stop it, laughter
exploded from her throat, and she gave it free rein, closing her
eyes and letting her head fall back against the pillows. “F-for
real?” she got out between guffaws. “Then y-you’re fired!”

She didn’t hear a reply from Smith, but she
soon felt; felt so keenly that the laughter shut off like a light
switch. He was trailing his lips up her inner thigh and reaching
the tendon that bridged the gap between her thigh and slit, took it
stingingly between his teeth. Lily shot up in bed, her world
exploding in color behind her eyelids. “God!”

He gripped her thighs and then pushed them
wide open, and his mouth…his mouth kept moving on her. Untamed
cries tore from her throat when he drew her entire mound into his
mouth and simply sucked on it, sucked on it until she was begging
him to stop…to keep it up…to make the furiously swirling madness
spreading heat throughout her body end. Suddenly he slowed down and
Lily felt air hit her labia as he eventually opened his mouth and
released her. “Oh, God,” she moaned, knowing that this was just the
beginning for him.

He used his tongue next, and licking the lips
of her vulva from bottom to top as if he were savoring a lollypop,
slipped his hands underneath her behind and lifted her to his
mouth. Still he took his time, his tongue sliding through her folds
and leaving little explosions in its wake. Lily felt as if she was
losing her mind and she simply couldn’t grasp control. The tremors
in her thighs wouldn’t be contained and they only became stronger
as his wicked tongue ignited a wildfire that she knew he had no
intention of extinguishing any time soon.

Her clit pulsed to life under his
ministrations, begging for more attention. “Cowboy…baby, a little
harder? Please?” She was almost breathless with need now and her
voice was a pitiful whisper. She swallowed air down a dry throat.
“Please, Smith?”

But he ignored her. With his eyes closed, his
mouth buried at the apex of her thighs, and his fingers digging
into her ass so hard that she knew she’d be bruised, he was a man
content with the present circumstances and continued his slow licks
and laves, moaning in the back of his throat and swallowing every
bit of cream seeping from her hungry sheath.

Lily’s head dug deep into the pillows in
agonized delight as she helplessly watched him feed from her body.
She was strung out on tension and pleasure now and crying for
release. She reached down and pulled at his hair, unsure if she was
trying to pull him away or keep him there, she only knew that she
needed to come. Smith’s total focus didn’t change; he continued to
slurp his way to happiness. When he tongued her clit inside and
sucked it to the roof of his mouth, she stiffened, her entire body
going taut as a wire. Broken cries that she was too far gone to
realize were her own filled the room and she began to buck against
his mouth as relief and full-bodied pleasure rushed through her and
tossed her into a tailspin to which she completely gave herself
over.