Snow Angel

Snowbound: Snow Angel B.J. McCall All rights reserved.

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Snowbound: Snow Angel B.J. McCall A horny angel and a motorist collide during a sudden snowstorm. Stranded, sharing body heat gets them through a freezing night.

Snowbound: Snow Angel Evan Price peered out the windshield, the falling snow challenging the SUV’s wipers. The road was barely visible and night was falling fast. He hadn’t seen another vehicle for a good hour and the mountain cabin he’d rented for a quiet week’s vacation was still a good five miles away. Rounding a curve, Evan recoiled and slammed on the brakes. Something big, white and winged hit the hood of the SUV, blocking the windshield. The vehicle skidded. Evan turned into the skid, but the SUV slid off the asphalt, down an embankment then came to an abrupt stop. The engine died. The wipers stopped, caught by a large white feather. He’d hit a fucking bird! Evan looked out the rear and side windows. He saw snow, nothing but snow. Grabbing the woolen cap he’d left on the passenger seat, he pulled it on. Evan opened the door, met resistance, put his shoulder into it and pushed. Bitter cold hit his face. Fuck! The rear rim was bent. Even with four-wheel drive he’d never get the vehicle back up the embankment. He was fucked. Given the whiteout conditions, walking to the cabin was risky. He decided to take his chances in the vehicle. Thankfully, he’d tossed a sleeping bag in the back before leaving home. He kicked the door and swore loudly. Some fucking vacation! The snow on the hood moved. The damn bird was still alive.

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The snow shifted and a slender hand appeared. Evan jumped back and fell on his ass. He scrubbed his face with his hand and swallowed hard as an arm, a pale, slender arm, rose out of the snow. Christ! He’d hit a woman. Springing to his feet, Evan pushed the snow aside. A wing popped up, then another wing. Snow flew in every direction. Fear laced through Evan. Heart ready to jump out of his chest, he blinked several times. A woman with big blue eyes and white wings was staring at him. Fuck! She looked around. “What happened?” “I hit you. Then I slid off the road. Thank God, you’re alive. Are you hurt?” She sat up and fluttered her wings. “I’m good.” Or maybe I’m just fucking imagining all this. A naked woman with wings! “You’re an angel! If you’re an angel, then I’m dead.” She looked him over, giving him a moment to look at her. “You’re not dead, but I’m freezing.” Okay! Okay! Get her in the car and don’t look at her tits. Great tits! Blasphemy! He reached for her. “Let’s get you inside the car.” She folded her wings and leaned toward him. Christ! She’s beautiful! Don’t say Christ! Evan put an arm around her waist and lifted her off the hood. Catching her beneath the thighs, he carried her to the rear door. Her skin was deathly cold. By the time he maneuvered her inside she was trembling. Thank God the rear seats were already folded down. He bundled her inside the sleeping bag and climbed between the bucket seats. Dropping into the driver’s seat, he turned the ignition. Clink! He tried again. Nothing.

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He jerked around and looked at the angel. She was shaking with cold and her teeth were chattering. He crawled into the back, yanked off his cap and pulled it over her wet hair. “I’m sorry, I can’t get it started. No heat.” She gripped his hand and smiled. “I’m Camille Merritt.”

Angels had last names?

“Evan Price.”

She reached up, touched his face. “You’re so warm.” She slid her hand beneath

the collar of his v-neck sweater. “Hot. So hot.” His heart pounded in his chest, heat poured off his body. Yeah, he was hot, excited by the touch of her hand, that delicate face, those beautiful tits. The tight coiling low in his belly wasn’t the least bit angelic. He hadn’t been laid in months. I’m a man, not a saint.

Focus.

“Do you need water, something to eat? I have protein bars.”

“I need heat, Evan. Body heat.”

His heart banged against his chest wall. “You mean…”

“Strip.”

*** Camille gasped as Evan joined her, his hot skin burning hers everywhere they touched. Tight with cold, her nipples scraped painfully against his chest. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pressed her breasts to his chest. His heart pounded, thrumming fast and reassuring. He pulled her tight, hips recoiling when his penis touched her thighs. “You’re like a block of ice.” Using his hands, he rubbed her arms, her back, taking care around her wings, moving down to her buttocks and thighs, stimulating her blood flow. Everywhere he touched, Camille came alive. Then he moved to her front, caressing and squeezing, carefully avoiding her breasts, jerking his hand away when his fingertips grazed her pubic hairs.

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She grasped his hand and placed it on her breast. He curled his hot palm around it, gently massaging her cold flesh, plucking and rolling her nipple. Moaning, she arched into the heat. Then his mouth replaced his hand. White-hot fire shot through her, searing nerve, muscle and sinew. He suckled deep, drawing on her flesh until she ached with pleasure instead of pain. He cupped her ass. Hot and thick, his cock dug into her groin. Rocking his hips, he brought forth a new blaze. As the cold seeped from her body, the primal needs, the basic needs of man and woman, rose to rule the moment. Camille dug her fingers into his shoulders and hooked her thigh over his. Her pussy throbbed, flamed. She wanted him closer, needed him inside her. He rolled her onto her back, angled his big body between her thighs and pulled the sleeping bag over their heads, providing a warm cocoon of man and polyester. Trembling, Camille curled her legs around his hips, welcoming his probing heat. Fiery hot, he speared her flesh. A flash-fire raced through her veins and arteries with each searing thrust. Heat poured from his body, encircling her in hot-blooded warmth. She clenched and squeezed, matching his strokes, riding the edge. His hips bucked in short, fast strokes, each taking her closer to climax. She arched her hips, found her pleasure. Then he stilled. Camille opened her eyes to a flurry of sparkling lights dancing over his body. His eyes were still closed, his face strained, his neck corded, his muscles tensed in climax. She placed her hand over his chest, feeling the true man beneath the handsome exterior. He opened his eyes. His beautiful, deep brown, bedroom eyes set her heart pounding all over again. He searched her face. “Warm?” She cupped his rugged face in her hands. His five-o’clock shadow teased her palms. “Very warm. Thanks.”

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He rolled onto his back. “We steamed up the windows.” Her gaze raked over him, admiring the broad set of his shoulders, his flat belly and impressive penis. Even in a flaccid state, it was long. Now that she wasn’t so cold she’d be able to appreciate it. Reaching out, she caressed his muscled thigh. “I like it steamy hot.” “Let’s hope we can keep it that way.” He pulled the sleeping bag up to their necks. “The sun’s going down soon and it’s going to get a lot colder.” She stroked his head, letting the short, silky strands of his dark hair slip through her fingers. “I’m sure we can think of a way to keep warm.” “You know, I never thought about angels much. I’m not sure I believed in them.” “Life’s full of surprises.” That was an understatement. “What do you think about? Sex?” He laughed softly. “Yes, but never sex and angels at the same time.” She scooted closer, pressed her breasts to his chest and grasped his cock. “Like I said, life’s full of surprises.”

*** A thousand questions spun in Evan’s brain, but the feel of her hand on him shut down all communication except the direct line between her hand and his balls. He cupped the base of her skull and kissed her. Nothing about her mouth, body or demeanor felt cold. Her skin blazed with heat, stirring his blood. Her lips were soft, her mouth hot and moist, yielding. Her hand tugged on his cock, bringing it back to life. Her thumb slid over the head, circled the crown. His balls hummed as she explored his growing length. She shifted, straddling his thighs. The sleeping bag fell away as she mounted his cock. Every muscle in his body clenched as she slowly eased her pussy onto his swollen cock. Hot and tight, she took him deeper and deeper. Evan blinked as her wings popped up and fluttered. Levering her weight on her knees, she bounced her hips, lifting and dropping, riding him harder, faster. Oh, yeah!

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Wings quivering, she threw her head back and her lips parted. Her lush breasts bobbed with the rhythm of her mobile hips. The visual of an angel fucking his brains out held Evan spellbound. Wet and hot, she clamped down on him, tugging fiercely on his cock. He gripped her thighs, felt the ripple of her sleek muscles as she pounded her wet pussy on his cock. Watching her fuck him fueled the fire building in his balls. He ached to come, but willed himself to hang on for the glorious ride. Leaning slightly forward, she ground her clit against the base of his cock, her ass swaying in slow motion. Her pussy clenched, holding him in a hot, wet vice. She relaxed, clenched again, tighter, bucking her hips, letting him touch heaven. Her wings arched, flapping wildly, banging against the windows. His climax shot from his balls. Sighing, she folded her wings and collapsed onto his chest. “Uh, Camille, are you okay?” “Sleep now.” Evan stroked her feathers as she slept. They were amazingly soft and so delicate it was a wonder she could fly. She did fly? He recalled how she’d flown into his windshield. He reached down and caught the edge of the sleeping bag and pulled it over them. Together, they’d survive the freezing night, but come morning what would happen? Would she kiss him goodbye and return to heaven? Heaven! Holy Toledo, he’d been fucked by an angel!

*** Camille came semi-awake. Stretching, her cramped legs slid along longer, muscled legs sprinkled in crisp hair. Realizing she wasn’t alone, she gasped and opened her eyes. It was pitch black. She dragged in a deep breath. Snow. Freezing cold. Hot sex. Evan.

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Camille smiled and raised her head from the warm cushion of Evan’s broad chest. She loved the feel of him, the sleek smoothness of his chest, the tautness of his belly, the thatch of tight curls surrounding his penis. Her hands followed her thoughts. Her mouth watered at the thought of waking him with a blowjob. She wanted to touch him, taste him. Make him come in her mouth. She wanted, needed to experience every part of his fantastic body. Burrowing beneath the sleeping bag, she turned, facing away from him, and straddled his chest. Cupping his balls, she massaged the sensitive life-giving orbs with one hand and grasped his penis with the other. Camille licked the silky head, circling the thick crown with the tip of her tongue. Feeling a subtle jerk, a coursing of his blood, she swallowed him. Fastening her lips around the thick base, she suckled, sliding her tongue along the underside. With each pump, he grew in her mouth. Then his hands touched her ass, his thumbs raking her flesh from the valley between her cheeks to the rise of her hips. He dipped between her legs, caressing her pussy with slow, languid strokes of his long fingers. His cock filled her mouth and his long fingers teased her pussy, the combination erotic, exciting, delicious, arousing; the darkness heightening the experience. Camille fisted his cock, tugging lustily on the thick base as she suckled his hard flesh. Heat coiled in her belly and her heart pumped fast and furious. He withdrew his fingers, grasped her thighs, dragged her backwards and fastened his mouth on her pussy. His hot tongue shot inside her, licking the walls, driving her mad. Wings expanding, she rocked her hips. His big hand clamped around her moving ass. The sleeping bag slid away, but Camille never felt the cool air. The pad of his finger found her clit, bringing forth a new heat. Her wings fluttered. His hips rose and fell, his hold on her ass tightened. Camille suckled harder, faster, willing him to climax.

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He licked her aching clit, drawing deep and steady. She arched her hips, snapped her wings and came in a creamy rush. Semen hit her tongue in hot bursts, adding to her sensual feast. She released his amazing cock, taking pleasure in the last subtle tingles of her climax. She’d missed so much in her busy life. Camille grabbed the sleeping bag and stretched out beside Evan. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and drew her tight against him. She pillowed her head on his shoulder, snuggling in the warmth of his body and the insulated bag. “Wow.” His single exclamation said it all, but her time was running out and Camille wanted one more thing, something memorable. “This may be asking a lot…” His hand tightened on her shoulder. “You want to do it again?” “Just once more in the primitive position. I think it’s called the Sixth Posture.” “From behind?” She caught a hint of astonishment in his voice. “Uh-huh. I promise my wings won’t get in the way.” “Wow.” Camille climbed onto her knees, cradled his head and brushed her lips against his forehead. “Are angels always so demanding?” Although she couldn’t see him, humor colored his voice. She pressed a breast to his lips. He latched on to her breast, suckling with the eagerness of a hungry babe. Fire shot straight to her pussy. She loved his mouth on her, anywhere, everywhere. She should be exhausted, but her body hummed with excitement. She’d finally found a man who’d freed her sensual spirit and Camille intended to spread her wings. She giggled at the unintended pun.

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Reaching down, she grasped his cock and stroked him gently. She cupped his balls, squeezing him, stirring his life force. He tugged on her breast, massaged her ass, slipping his forefinger deep between her cheeks. Wow, that felt good! Camille licked her lips. He must have liked it, too; his cock was rock hard and so hot her palm felt on fire. When he released her breast and sat up, Camille moved aside, allowing him room to maneuver. The vehicle rocked slightly as he knelt behind her. He gripped her by the hips, positioned her before him. She wriggled her butt in anticipation, letting him know she was ready, eager. His hand slid between her legs, fingers slipped inside her soaking pussy. He pumped her eager flesh, withdrew his hand and slid his wet fingers over her lips. She suckled his slick fingers, tasting her creamy heat. She’d never done that before. The thick head of his cock probed her, dipped inside, stretching her, exciting her. She released his finger, rocked back and forth, taking him deeper, faster as they moved in primal harmony. The pleasure, the climax built with each thrust of his cock, each slap of his thighs. Her wings were fanned, beating in time with his driving cock. She clamped down, holding him, sensually aware of his length, the delicious slide of his flesh against the sensitive, fluttering walls of her pussy. He gripped her hips, caressing and squeezing her ass. His cock pounded her drenched pussy. Wings shuddering, she came. His hips bucked, once, twice, then stilled and trembled as his life force poured into her.

*** Camille waited until Evan slept, his breathing steady and deep. All she’d wanted was one last fling, to experience the one thing she’d never had, an orgasm. One simple request before she entered the light, forever. But Evan had changed everything. He’d touched her heart, shared his life force.

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Shimmering, her wings spread. Rising, Camille passed through the snowcovered roof and high into the sky, toward the waiting light. Bright, blinding light. A deep voice came from within the light. “Are you ready?” She shook her head. “I want to go back. I’ve found a man with a strong life force. I want to be a wife, a mother.” “It wasn’t your time, Camille. We’ll meet again one day.” Her heart lurched. “When?” “Not for a very long time.”

*** Evan awoke to the wail of a siren and shouts. “Anyone there?” Faint light filtered through the windows. He was alone, his sexy angel gone. Had she existed? Evan struggled into his clothes and shoes. “Anyone there?” “I’m here, in the back.” The rear door opened. An EMT stuck his head inside. “You okay, sir?” “I’m fine. I slid off the highway and decided to wait out the storm.” “You’re not the only one. We found another car. Just like you, she’d wrecked her car.” Evan climbed out of the vehicle. “She?” “Dr. Merritt.” “Camille Merritt?” “That’s her.” The SUV was buried in snow, barely visible. “What happened?” “She didn’t show up at the hospital yesterday. The cops started searching as soon as the road was passable. They found her and by some miracle spotted you.” Some miracle indeed. Camille, his snow angel. “Is she okay?” “She’s on the way to Guardian Angels hospital. I think you should go, too, let the doctors check you over.” “Heavenly idea. Let’s go.”

B.J. McCall A multi-published author of contemporary and futuristic sensual romance, B.J. McCall is a West Virginia native now residing in Northern California. Thanks to an older sister who was a librarian, reading became B.J.’s favorite pastime. B.J.’s idea of the perfect way to spend a rainy afternoon or a day at the beach is reading a romance novel. The phrase “Do what you love,” applies to B.J. -- she loves to write and each story is special. She hopes her readers will enjoy each and every one of them. Visit her website at www.BJMcCall.com.