Snowed in with the Enemy

Naked Warmth

❄ Sebastian ❄

The office had turned into a frozen tomb, and the massive snowstorm raging outside was like some vengeful beast. The power had stopped trying to return, which meant we still had to use the candles. Not that there were many left. But it provided a soft glow that I tried to imagine also provided some heat.

It didn’t.

I still couldn’t believe that we had gotten stuck here like this. I couldn’t get over the fact that it was her. Camille. She and I were the ultimate office enemies. But now, as we huddled together under a pile of blankets, the need to survive trumped our mutual loathing. The cold was one thing, but the hunger was a different thing altogether. And while my stomach rumbled for more than crumbs, my body wanted what Camille had suggested.

Nakedness.

Skin on skin body heat. I knew it would help, but it was already awkward between us. I had caught a glimpse of her nakedness when I had accidentally walked in on her coming out of the shower. Still, the chill seeped through our clothes, which made every breath like a labored puff of frost. I also knew that her suggestion hadn’t been s****l. It wasn’t as if she had suggested we have s*x, but the thought of being naked was a temptation I wasn’t sure I wanted to face. But I wasn’t sure I could deny the truth. Our clothes were damp from the humidity, which felt like it trapped the cold against our skin. Stripping away our clothes made sense. Medical sense. I just hated admitting that she was right. I certainly didn’t want to face hypothermia.

“Fine,” I muttered into the dimness, my voice rough. “You are right. Skin on skin body heat would be better,” Camille’s entire body stiffened against mine, and for a moment, I wondered if she regretted her earlier suggestion. After a long moment, she lifted herself before she pushed away from me. She didn’t get off the couch as she stared at me. I pulled off the hoodie and tossed it aside as I held her gaze. I pushed at the sweatpants, and for a split second, I considered leaving on my boxers. But then I pushed that off as well. The air hit my bare c**k and balls like a slap, but I tried not to shiver. Camille’s breathing quickened as she removed the lush jersey. Next, she pushed off her sweatpants, and for a moment, I held my breath. Camille then surprised me when she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. I averted my gaze to offer her some sort of privacy while she got rid of her underwear. A moment later, she settled against me, and I hurriedly pulled the blankets back over us.

The contact was electric, not just from the cold.

Her skin was silky smooth, but chilly. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her tighter against my chest. Our legs tangled instinctively, and I could already feel our bodies starting to warm up. But heat flushed my face as my semi-hard c**k roared to life at the feel of her body against mine. Camille was the enemy. The one who drove me nuts with her snarky emails and competitive bullshit.

Fuck.

I shouldn’t be responding to her like this, and even though I tried to force my mind elsewhere, I kept thinking about her naked body against mine. The warmth continued to build as our bodies shared the heat. It was better than before, even I had to admit. But it was that primal temptation that made me clench my jaw as I silently willed my erection to fade.

Not surprisingly, my c**k didn’t listen.

In fact, I grew harder and harder. I tried to angle myself away from her, but Camille was no fool. Her hips shifted, and I could feel her n*****s tighten against my chest.

“Stop that,” I hissed. “You are making it worse,”

“Sebastian…” she whispered as she let out a frustrated sigh. “It isn’t helping me either,” I froze. I had not expected her to say that. “Being naked...it’s been a while…” she then admitted. That little piece of information was a surprise to me. Camille may be the enemy, but I wasn’t blind. The woman was incredibly sexy and beautiful.

“I find that hard to believe,” I couldn’t help but say. Camille lifted herself and stared up at me. I couldn’t help but notice the way her lips were parted and how her eyes shone with desire.

“Believe what you want, Sebastian. But this...this...you...well, not necessarily you...but your body...it has been a while,” I understood what she wasn’t saying. Camille was horny. “What...Sebastian?” the desperation in her voice pushed me over the edge.

“No kissing,” I stated softly. “But we can...help each other,” I said it slowly. Mostly because I wasn’t giving her a chance to change her mind. Camille leaned away a bit as she pressed her back against the couch. Suddenly, worried that she would change her mind, I reached out and slowly traced the curve of her hip with the tips of my fingers. She arched slightly as a soft gasp escaped her lips. My hand ventured lower, brushing against the soft mound of her p***y. She was already wet, and her slick heat coated my fingertips as I parted her folds. I wasn’t in any type of hurry as I gently circled her c**t. It swelled under my touch, and her breath quickened.

“Sebastian…” she breathed my name as she wrapped her hand around my shaft with a surprisingly firm grip. Camille stroked upward, and her thumb grazed over the head of my c**k, smearing the bead of pre-c*m. The sensation shot through me, and I bucked my hips involuntarily. I couldn’t help but let a groan slip free as I carefully slid a finger inside of her tight p***y. The walls clenched around me as I slipped in a second finger. She was so responsive as her hips rocked in time with my thrusts. I curled my fingers and hit that spot inside of her. “f**k…”

“Yes, f**k…” I said as she stroked my c**k faster. What surprised me was the twist she gave at the base of my c**k, squeezing just right. Pressure built in my balls, hot and insistent. I pumped my fingers deeper into her p***y, and I pressed my thumb against her c**t. Her p***y clenched, and her juices coated my fingers.

“Close...close...close…” her soft moans of pleasure heightened the moment, and in that moment, we forgot that we were enemies.

“Come,” I whispered against her ear, and Camille’s body tensed in my arms as a shudder rippled through her. I felt her p***y spasm around my fingers, soaking them as her orgasm crashed into her. Her hand gripped my c**k tighter, and the sight of her releasing all over my fingers pushed me over the edge. I wrapped my other hand around hers to quicken her strokes just before I exploded, my c*m spurting in thick ropes over our fists and my stomach. Waves of pleasure crashed through me and left me breathless. Camille’s grip relaxed, and I let her go as I gently removed my fingers from her p***y.

“So good,” she mumbled before she turned and rested on my chest. I held her close as the heat warmed us in a satisfied glow. I knew that sleep would come easily, but I couldn’t help but wonder what the light of day would bring.

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