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By Sabrina Foreman

Series : Book

Heat Rating 3

Released 2010-11-19

Word Count 5180

Keywords romance, love, sex , winter, cabin, stranger, writer, sexy, hot, heated, sabrina foreman, erotika romance, erotika for women, erotic romance, erotic, m/f, romance, lust

ISBN 978-1-926771-74-8

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Mercy Dawson is stranded in a snow storm—now add sexy photographer Jacob Harris. Hot thoughts and close quarters: a recipe to warm body and soul.

When writer Mercy Dawson finds herself stranded for the weekend in her rented cabin during an unprecedented snow storm, she never expected tall, dark, and sexy photographer, Jacob Harris to walk in on her—naked and exploring herself.

Jacob has rented the same cabin, and since departure is impossible, softly rounded Mercy will be staying with him until the storm passes. Hot thoughts and close encounters will bring them together in a wild coupling that leads to a most extraordinary and unexpected love.

Mercy threw herself onto the sofa. She'd been bundled up to face the surprise snow storm, but without her car keys, she wouldn't be going anywhere tonight. Not that her flight would be getting off the ground anytime soon. When the New England states were hit hard by winter, the Nova Scotia area was slammed even harder, so it would probably be okay with the owners if she stayed a little longer.

Dammit. She was stuck in this dinky cabin. Her so called getaway for the weekend was turning into a nightmare. She didn't even get any of the writing done she had come here to do.

Well Mercy Dawson, you might as well try to get some work done.

The unzipping of the coat had Mercy filled with excitement. "Cabin in the middle of nowhere, all to myself…for free. " She snickered. She had come here to write, so that's what she was going to do. She turned on the television for background noise, and unpacked her laptop. Mercy opened her word document, and grinned. She was finally getting into the hot and steamy parts of her story; her favorite.

She got down on all fours and let him lick her swollen cunt from clit to ass, and moaned at the feel of his thick, hot, wet tongue lapping up her wetness. Mercy ground into the chair unconsciously, trying to mimic what she was writing…and her face warmed as she continued.

He turned her over onto her back, and spread her lips wide. "You want me baby? You want my hard cock deep inside you?' She nodded, unable to form words. He slipped one big finger into her sex, finger fucking her until she felt like she would come undone. Then, just when she felt like she couldn't take anymore, he slipped in another, then one in her ass.

Mercy loved writing erotica. The only down side was she spent more time playing with herself afterwards than she did actual writing.

He finger fucked her till she came, then he lapped that up with his tongue as well. She couldn't wait to have his full, dripping cock in her pussy, but she wanted to taste him first.

Mercy took off her shirt. It wasn't as if anyone would be coming out to the cabin any time soon. She took a deep breath, trying to tap her arousal down. Maybe coffee would help.

Three more chapters and two cups of coffee later, Mercy couldn't take it anymore. Her own imagination had gotten her so turned on; she dug through her suitcase for the seven inch long, two inch thick, rubber dildo. Hey, a woman has to do what a woman has to do. Mercy hadn't been intimate with a real man in two years, and it wasn't due to her lack of looks or trying.

It was due to the fact that her real job—not her writing—took up most of her time. Writing took the rest. It wasn't until last year that she actually even thought about buying a toy. Ever since switching from sweet romances to erotica, she'd felt the void in her life. Toys were all good and well, but she missed the emotional piece that came with a real live man.

Mercy turned the lights down until they were only a faint glow, and then made herself comfortable in front of the fire. Despite the raging cold outside, she was rather warm, and the cool sofa felt good against her bare skin.

She had only to remove her panties and she could be well on her way to fulfilling the tightening between her legs. Her legs quivered and she held her breath for a brief moment as she lathered the thick head of the dildo with lubrication, and she gently eased it between her pussy lips.

"Mmm." The thickness filled her opening. She scooted her hips down onto the edge of the sofa cushion to make way for the dildo.

She slowly rubbed her nipples trough her lace bra, the material rough against their sensitivity. She removed the black lace skillfully with one hand, her nipples hardening to the air.

Slowly, inch by inch, she filled herself, her books most recent addition playing behind her eyelids. She imagined a faceless lover's dick stretching her opening to max, slowly burying itself until she could take no more.

"Yeah…right there…"

She let her pussy grab at the silicone toy, teasing herself with slow, deep penetration. She imagined the lover flipping her over and sliding the big mushroom head of his cock over her ass cheeks. His thrust would be harder this time, her body ready for the stretch it would make. The wonderful filling would be replaced with its quick, deep and hard thrusts, her body being lifted with heated chills as he reached his hand under her body.

Mercy flicked her clit, and the tremors started low in her stomach, her legs tightening with exertion. Breathing hard, she imagined being pounded harder, and harder, and she rubbed her clit more frantically. Mercy's toes cracked as they curled, the tell-tale sign that her body was completely immersed in her fantasy, and no longer concerned where she really was.

A welcoming cool blast of air blew over her sweat covered body, and Mercy opened her eyes. The cabin door was wide open, and she was no longer alone.