Her Personal Heater

Her Personal Heater Her Personal Heater

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Her lover warms her up after braving the cold outside.

Summary

Her lover warms her up after braving the cold outside.

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Submitted: August 04, 2015

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Content

Submitted: August 04, 2015

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She stood by the bus stop shivering as if almost experiencing hypothermia. Her fingers were getting numb from beneath her fuzzy thick gloves. Her nose a darkish purple, her lips chap. She cursed under her breath a few times for the bus was running late.

When finally the bus showed up, she quickly got on, paid, then took a window seat. It was gonna be awhile  before getting home, so she settled to listen to music on her phone.

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Stepping off the bus, she was immediately greeted by the cold wind again. Her face, the only skin exposed to the harsh weather, went dry. She pulled the laps of her long coat together and huddled in as she carefully walked to the house, trying not to slip on ice.

 

She struggled a bit to pull her keys out and shaking almost violently inserted it into the doorknob. The warmth of the house was welcoming. She sighed joyfully as she closed the door and turned the bolt before pulling off her boots. Walking into the bedroom she almost screamed before she realized who it was. Him.

 

He was fast asleep with his back propped on the pillows.His head turned to the side towards the lamp. He had his arms crossed over his broad chest. He looked stern and serious even in sleep. He looked like a rugged angel. She smiled to herself and walked quietly around the room to change. Even though he was a deep sleeper, unlike her, she wanted to be as quiet as possible.

All the 'changing' she did was change into sweats and pulled on knee high socks. She left her long sleeved sweater on and actually pulled on another pair. Chills were still driving through her even with the extra layers.

 

When she finished changing, she turned back to look at him. He hadn't moved a bit.

She smiled to herself again and walked over to him. Leaning over him, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Pulling back to see if he'd stir or not. Nope.

 

She leaned in again and kissed his other cheek before straddling his lap and brushing a soft kiss to his lips. His warmth immediately enveloping her. She purred and nuzzled her cheek underneath his lightly stubbled jaw.

 

Suddenly his arms wound around her, pulling her closer to him. She squealed in surprise. His chuckle broke through the air. He loosened a bit to let her pull back to look at him. His dim aqua eyes were looking right back at her.

 

"Feeling me up in my sleep are ya'?" He asked. His voice sleep-rough and sexy as hell. His eyes were slitted and glowed with arousal, like a lava lamp.

 

She leaned in, nose to nose with him,

"Perhaps." She answered. Her eyes narrowed at him, teasingly. She pulled back to sit up in his lap. The warmth quickly lost had her body shouting for its return.

 

"You just looked so very vulnerable for taking." She playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

He caught a glimpse of her wet, pink tongue. Oh, he wanted to taste that tongue, alright.

"Stick that little tongue of yours out again and I will have to take advantage of you, missy." He warned. His voice thick.

 

She broke out in laughter. The sound of her voice, a caress to his ears. When she stopped, she looked him in the eye again and slowly and deliberately stuck her tongue out at him again with a face.

 

Before she knew it, he'd flipped her onto her back, his body caging hers and his mouth claiming hers. She moaned in surrender and pulled on his silky, short hair. He growled into her mouth and angled his head for a deeper kiss.

 

The kiss was demanding. She moaned repeatedly, pulling on his hair, tugging his t-shirt to her and her legs cradled his waist. He'd run his hands up and down her body, enjoying the feel of his soft woman. After what felt like hours of kissing her, both roughly and soft, he pulled back. She was gasping, her eyes wild and glowing. Her lips wet and shining from his. What a delectable woman. His gaze traveled down her body. He then noticed her outfit. Too much clothes.

He quickly pecked her lips before nestling his jaw against hers.

 

"I would've gotten back quicker if I knew there was big, warm cowboy lying in my bed." She said breathlessly. He chuckled and nipped her jaw.

 

"You shouldn't have. You might have slipped on ice." He teased. His hands traveled down her body to the hem of her sweaters.

 

"It would have given you a reason to come here and take care of me."

 

"I would like that. But I don't want you hurt now."

There was a moment of silence. He slipped his fingers underneath her shirt and slowly crept up to just under her breasts. "You have too many layers on." He pointed out.

 

"Its cold as hell." She jutted her chest out to him, wanting those hot fingers to caress her pointed nipples.

 

"Want me to warm you up?"He asked, nipping, kissing, and licking along her neck.

 

"Yes." She answered quickly, closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip, trying not to beg anymore then just that one single answer.

 

He cursed under his breath as his big hands covered her smaller than handful breasts. She sighed with her head tipped back, his heat seeping into her. He slowly and torturously massaged around her nipples, not quite touching her there. His erection strained against his jeans. She whimpered and began to rub her center against him.

 

"Oh, I'm gonna have to do more than warm you up, right?"He growled.

She couldn't speak. The heat he was giving her, indescribable. She only nodded, swallowing a creeping whimper.

 

"Your approval is nice, but I was planning on doing more anyways."

The swallowed whimper was regurgitated and escaped past her lips.

"Lovely." He complimented.

 

She closed her eyes and let him take over. She felt a shift on the bed and then felt the covers pull over them. He had pulled the blanket over his head, trapping the heat as he lifted her sweaters up, her breasts bare for him. She opened her eyes to watch his head lower and take her nipple into the wet depths of his mouth. He trapped her sweet tip between the roof of his mouth and tongue.

 

For long minutes, he alternated between breasts with varying pressure. Her whimpers and cries of pleasure echoing off the walls. When he had her panting his name, he stopped. She cried out in protest and clutched to him.

 

With a definite speed, he pulled her out of her clothes so she laid bare for him. He sunk lower and threw her legs over his shoulders. She cried out, her vocals cracking as his lips kissed her soft petals. Her feminine center already very wet. He feasted upon her, reveling in sweet pleasure.


He nibbled, licked and kissed mercilessly. Her sounds of pleasure was a lullaby to his ears. Soon he had her panting his name like a prayer, her body tensing up and her knees squeezing his temples. With a surprise thrust of his fingers and tongue,she exploded around him. He growled deeply and came with her.


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