She stepped out of the shower, steam rising off of her skin from the left over water droplets that gave her little warmth from the frigid air that wafted into the bathroom from under the door. Shivering, she scavenged for a towel, the tiniest rectangle of fabric the only thing she had to work with. She wrapped it around her naked body, teeth chattering a little as she padded to the bedroom, eager for the heat clothes offered.
“Could you have found a smaller towel?” he remarked from a cozy chair in the corner, smirking as he watched the droplets run down her arms and legs.
She shot him a look, lips slightly blue from her freezing body, skin erupting in goose bumps. “This was the only towel in there, Mr. Smarty-Pants,” she countered, hands shaking as she fumbled through the drawers for underwear.
“You look a bit cold, darling,” he mused.
She scoffed. “Oh, shut up. Of course I’m cold,” she retorted, quickly slipping a pair of pink panties. Changing the subject with a flash of a joking smile, “I heard the phone ring when I was in the shower. Who called?”
He sighed, looking a bit troubled. “We’re snowed in. The weather is insane and they wanted to warn us. They said to call if we needed anything but not to go outside today.”
She pretended to pout, admittedly fed up with the constant cold she was enduring. “I think that’s exactly what I need. A day in to warm my soul. I’ve been cold this whole fucking trip…” she mumbled, laughing to herself. “Where’s my sweatshirt, dear?”
He smiled at her, pointing to the living room. “Right where you left it, in a trail of clothes to the shower.”
“Oh, right…” she blushed, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.
“Love, your lips are ice,” he noted, brows furrowing in concern.
She tiptoed into the living room and snatched her sweatshirt, tugging it on over only her panties. Shuddering into the cotton’s warmth, “Ah, that is so much better.”
She was practically moaning about something as simple as that, and it aroused him. “Sweetheart,” he cooed. “Will you come sit with me?”
Smiling, she hopped into his lap, pulling a blanket with her and wrapping it around their legs. “Of course I will.”
He pulled her into him, closing his eyes to enjoy her body against his. “I think I need to warm you up,” he sighed contently, burrowing his face in her neck, placing soft kisses.
“I think that’s an excellent plan,” she giggled, his feathery brush of lips tickling her skin.
Even through the dense fabric of her sweatshirt, the faint points of her breasts left an outline. Looking down to see she was so cold, she blushed again. He followed where her eyes had wandered and he smiled devilishly. “You really are very cold. I need to fix that.”
She raised a brow, and he carried her to the bed, climbing on top of her. “It’s because of the towel, isn’t it?” she teased.
“You have that…and you also aren’t wearing any pants…” He grinned, giving her a flirty wink.
She laughed and then his lips were on hers, their mouths still contorted into dorky smiles as they kissed. “I love you,” she beamed, holding his face in her hands.
“And I love you.”
He kissed her again, real long and slow, dragging out their happy little moment. As their lips moved with one another’s, their smiles faded and the warmth between them grew and grew, his hands travelling up her sweatshirt. She moaned quietly when he barely brushed her breasts, and he snapped then and there, raging with dominance.
He tore her sweatshirt above her head, bringing the blankets up to reflect their body heat. Cupping her breasts, he shuddered at the feeling of her erect nipples poking at his palm, her chest heaving with panted breath as the kissing grew deeper, tongues tasting each other. His fingers played with her little pink nubs, stroking and flicking and grazing, making her moan and writhe.
“Are you warm now, love?” he rumbled in her ear, letting one of his hands wander down her front. “Oh. But we certainly are a bit wet, aren’t we darling?”
She growled—an extremely rare sound—and flipped them over. “Take them off. Your clothes. I want them off now,” she demanded.
He stared up at her with momentarily shocked eyes before slipping his shirt off. “Pushy,” he teased lightly, undoing his pants and letting them drop to the floor.
She straddled him, pinning his wrists down before he could make another move. “My turn.”
She held his hips and brought a kiss to his waist, kissing up…up, his own arousal growing as she headed North on his body, sending her tongue in swirls to make his body spasm left and right at her command.
He moaned, hips arching to meet hers in a heated grinding. “More?” she purred, placing kisses along his jaw.
“More,” he cried out, shuddering as she drove her wet lips farther to pleasure his rising excitement.
Her teeth caught his lip, tongue flicking out to caress just under the supple pink skin, making him moan so sweetly in her ears. His hands twitched, longing to touch her as she ground into him harder…harder… Finally, she asked.
“Touch me,” she groaned, needing his caress.
She thought wrong when she thought she could stay dominant after asking such a thing.
“My turn. Again,” he smirked, hands tearing her panties off and entering a stimulating finger.
It went on like that the whole day. Both of them continued to battle for dominance, giving each other their peaks until they just couldn’t take it anymore. By then, the snowing had subsided hours ago and they could’ve gone out…but who wants to play in the snow when they could just play with each other?
