Free Trapped Under Ice by M. J. Schiller

away long enough to pull it off. She ran her hands across his broad chest and let them explore his well-shaped arms, their hardness, the way she could see each curve of each muscle. Even the thin leather strap across the bare skin of his wrist was enormously appealing. She shimmied her sweater off over her head.
    The exposure of an exponentially larger quantity of skin almost unraveled him. Chad laid his hand flat against her skin, just below her shoulder. He could feel her heart beating against it, could hear her quick breathing in his ears. He brought his other hand up, and with both hands followed the straps of her black, lacy bra. He slipped a tip of a finger under the straps, studying her every curve. Seriousness stole over him as her chest rose and fell beneath his hands.
    Chad brought them down across her flat stomach, past the belly button, and then out to the sides. Beth’s jeans were loose enough for his hands to slip under the denim and explore the curve of her hips. He brought them around to her backside, feeling her cool flesh there. Right when she would anticipate him pulling her closer, he extended his arms instead, giving him room to bring his head down to kiss her stomach. He moved up, inch by terrible inch, drawing each second of their lovemaking out. He felt her quiver with excitement and felt a momentary desire to make it last until she begged him to satisfy her, but then he knew he couldn’t last that long.
    Beth thought she would implode or explode or be shattered in some way if she couldn’t feel him inside of her. She didn’t know who taught his mouth to work that way, and right now, she didn’t care. As Chad traveled across her stomach, she could feel her insides turn to jelly. The way his lips and tongue felt, and the soft brush of his goatee as he moved up…Beth couldn’t take it anymore. She gently pushed him away and unbuttoned her jeans, wriggling out of them. He stood at the same time, moving to the side of the bed and switching the lamp off. He almost knocked it over in his hurry, but steadied it before reaching down to take off the rest of his clothes.
    In the moonlight, Chad could see her crawling up the bed, looking every bit like some kind of leopardess. He slid into bed just as she reached him. He froze, transfixed by her movements as she caressed each calf. She continued to move up until she was lying on top of him. She stilled herself, and all that could be heard in the darkness was the sound of their simultaneous breathing. He could see her eyes in the light from the windows, intensely liquid with desire.
    As Beth gazed down into his beautiful face, she could see his ache for her etched into every line of his brow. She could see it in his eyes, how much he needed her to love him. Chad reached up behind her neck and pulled her to him strongly, covering her mouth with his, and she could feel the power of his need. With one swift motion he flipped her over, his hands already tugging at her lacy panties. She lifted her hips enough for him to slide them down and off one foot, and she kicked them onto the floor with her other. Before she could even bring her foot back in place he was inside of her. She could see him shake his hair out of his face as he began to rock his hips rhythmically back and forth.
    Beth moved her hands to his buttocks, feeling the motion and synchronizing her movements to his. She began to moan, the sensations he created rolling over her in liquid waves. Her lips rested against the skin of his shoulder, parted as she arched, her arms clamped tightly around him.
    Chad could see her face contort, and then finally relax into a smile of supreme pleasure as her body released her from its sweet agony. He slowed till he was hardly moving, letting her feel each muscle relax, and then he began the movement again, this time driving into her with each fall of his hips. Chad buried his face in her neck and his teeth found flesh.
    Beth listened to the signals his body gave,