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Saving Felicity

... end. She found herself opening up and admitting things to him that she hadn’t allowed herself to accept before. Perhaps it was being so isolated with him that made the words flow out. Even though they talked with absolute ease, the atmosphere that had been sparked at seeing each other in next to nothing had not completely gone. She found herself watching his mouth closely when he spoke, fixating on his lips and losing some of his words to the powerful images of him kissing her. She was thrilled when her body shuddered with her lustful thoughts, but he mistook it for her being cold and suggested they cuddle up together again. She lay frozen like the ice around. Her mind may have been playing tricks on her, but she was sure his hand rested a lot lower on her stomach than it had before. With the cold air she could see the short, sharp breaths she was taking. Her mind played out visions of him slipping off his glove, so he could slide his hand beneath the waistband of her trousers. She wanted it to happen, but the longer she lay on her side and his hand didn’t move, the longer her hip had been pressed against the hard, cold surface beneath. She had to make a move. She turned to face him. It only took a millisecond of eye contact for the temperature to rise within them both. In the enclosed, freezing cave, away from the rest of the world, other people, and beyond the fear for their lives, desire took hold. Not a single word was uttered or even needed; they both saw what each ...

... other wanted. He kissed her. It was a kiss that instantly melted away the frigorific surroundings and took her to a place she’d long since forgotten existed. His lips were warm and soft against hers, but the pressure and intensity was powerful and strong. She moaned into the kiss when his tongue slipped and danced with hers. Amongst kissing her with an outright passion, he must have slipped off his glove. He slid his hand down the front of her trousers, bringing her imaginations to life. There may still have been a layer or two between his touch, but the sensation increased and drove her wild. He pulled back from the kiss and looked down at her dazed and aroused expression. A grin broke out across his young, handsome face. “One advantage to you wearing my thermals…” She felt him tug and could envision the poppers of his thermals giving way. “Men’s thermals have easy access.” Her amused giggles turned to moans of delight when his fingers found their way through the opening and across her desire soaked, cotton panties. His gloves may have kept his fingers warmer than had he not been wearing them, but they were still a lot colder than the heat that emanated from her aqueous hole. Undulating hips pushed his digits harder against her nether lips, forcing the fabric of her panties between her folds. Extreme arousal caused blood to fill her little pearl, pushing it from beneath its hood, ready to take whatever manipulation came its way. Her sharp intake of breath, which followed his ...