Ivan and the Snow Fairy

Copyright 2005 Marianne LaCroix
All rights reserved.

He had heard a commotion outside and, when he opened the door, he couldn’t believe his eyes. It was as though a woman was encased in the snowmaiden he’d created. She struggled, and he jumped to help. Freeing her from her snow encasing, he quickly saw her beauty...and her clothes, or lack of them. She fainted and fell into his arms. He swept her up into his arms and carried her into his cabin.

After laying her before the fire on a bearskin rug, he ripped off her soaked, icy chemise. He hardly had time to admire her creamy skin and firm breasts tipped with rosy, berry-like nipples. His mouth watered to taste them and sample their sweet promise, but he quickly covered her with a wool blanket and rubbed her arms. He prayed the fire and his actions would bring back the warmth to her cold body. He also hoped she’d feel the attraction he felt the second he gazed on her face—a face that had haunted his dreams since coming to this area.

He moved down her body and began to rub her legs in an attempt to warm her. She was just so cold. Sliding his palms along her smooth skin and the toned muscles of her legs made his body harden. He was already erect from seeing her breasts naked and free, but this just made it more painful.

As he rubbed warmth into her thighs, he brushed the moist junction of her thighs. He swore his cock jumped in response.

She still was so cold. The only other alternative was to use his body heat to warm her. Grabbing another blanket from the back of a nearby chair, he laid it on the floor next to her and began stripping away his own clothes. Skin to skin contact would heat her faster than through his clothes.

Once he peeled away the last layer, he pulled back the blanket he’d covered her with and lay on top of her. Reaching over, he grabbed the spare blanket and pulled it over them.

The shock of her body so intimately touching his was more than he could bear. His erection almost had a mind of its own, zeroing in on her wet, feminine core. But no… He couldn’t take advantage of her in such a vulnerable state. If they were to make love, he wanted her full attention. What would be the pleasure in the act if he failed to see her face twisted in orgasm and of the hearing her sounds of pleasure as she crested over the edge?