Her lips are cold at first but they soon warm up. My hands slide around her back, under the jacket, feeling the softness of her skin, the way she melts under my touch.

She tastes so fucking good. My tongue dips into her mouth as she presses herself against me, her body drawing me in, her eyes tightly closed, like she's still asleep.

She looks different to how I saw her up the mountain. When I reached the summit and she wasn't there, I didn't panic, though I did start to worry. There were a lot of sheer edges she could fall down in the fog, a lot of spots where she might get lost, freeze to death if she were to bang her head and pass out.

In the end it was easier than I expected. She called out and I headed towards the noise. Simple as that. After a couple of minutes, I saw a footprint in the mud, then another and then there she was, laid on her back, looking like she was already dead.

Her eyes were closed, her skin pale, her lips almost blue. I got my coat around her and carried her on my shoulders, jogging down the slope as fast as I could.

Once she was in the car and I had the heating on full, she soon stirred. On the slope she had looked dead, in the car she had looked dangerously cold but now, now her eyes were closed again but she looks warm, she looks at peace, she looks hot as hell, the way she twists her limbs around me, I want her more than anything and nothing is going to stop me.

The way she kisses me is like a dream, like she knows it isn't real so she doesn't need to hold back, she can let go, just enjoy the moment.

She's too good for me. She's too beautiful, too gentle, like a butterfly trying to survive in a hailstorm. I'm not gentle, I'm rough, I'm hard, I'm the hail, I'll just break her soft wings. But I can't resist her.

She arches her head back and I kiss her neck. "You warming up?" I ask.

She mutters her assent. I bring my hand to the back of her head and grab hold of her, kissing her again, needing to taste the inside of her mouth, wanting that scent of hers as close as I can get it.

"Touch me," she mouths when I let her take a breath. "Please."

"Not still pissed off with me?" I smirk.

"No," she says, sighing loudly, pushing the coat from her shoulders. "Not anymore."

"I might be about to make more noise," I say, reaching out and finding her nipples, circling them slowly, making her moan as they harden. "Or maybe you will."

Leaning down I take the left bud into my mouth, just briefly, long enough to make her gasp. Then I go back to kissing her neck, teasing her, taking my time, knowing it'll be worth it when I finally move lower.

She leans over and touches the front of my trousers, her fingers hooking into the waistband, brushing the top of my boxers. "Is that for me?" she asks, her hand moving down to feel how hard I am. Even through the fabric, she is enough to make me twitch and throb.

I move her onto all fours on the seat, wanting to see that ass of hers, find out if it looks as good as I thought it would.

It does.

She pushes her hips back as I rub her back, my eyes fixed on the view between her legs. She's already wet, her folds glistening. I don't touch there yet. Instead I stroke her thighs, tease her until she growls, putting her head down on the seat, urging me on.

"You look incredible," I say as I cup her buttocks gently.

"I bet you say that to all the girls you get in your car."

"Nope. Just you."

"I'm covered in mud, Jack, I know I don't look incredible."

"Yes you do," I say, sliding a finger between her legs for the briefest of seconds. My cock throbs harder in response, wanting to be in her.

I reach round her, kneeling behind her hips, finding her tits, squeezing them as I kiss her back, my cock pressing against her ass, desperate to be out of my trousers.

I shuffle backwards, leaning against the car door as I lean down, my face an inch from her pussy. She moves her knees apart and I stare hungrily at her, my tongue running over my lips. "Do you taste as sweet as you look?" I ask.

"Why don't you find out," she says, her voice muffled as her face is buried in the seat.

I leave her like that, pulling off my clothes, not easy in the confined space. I toss each item I remove into the back space, shoving my equipment away, making room for me to lean down without a struggle.

She glances back, her eyes widening as she looks at my hard on. "Is that for me?" she asks, her face faux innocent.

"When I say so," I reply, stroking it slowly, enjoying her staring. I shuffle towards her on my knees, running it between her buttocks, kissing her back again. She wriggles against me but I'm not ready for that yet. I want to tease her first.

I run my hands down her back, her skin is burning hot, so different to when I carried her. Back then she felt like ice. Now she's alert and well and aching for me. "You feeling better?" I ask, my hand on the top of her thigh.

"That's too big a question," she replies. "Ask me again later."

She looks away as I twist her onto her back, shoving her legs apart, lowering my head towards her pussy, loving how wet she looks, how fucking sexy she is. She looks incredible. I can't believe how lucky I am. I think things can't get any better. Then I taste her.