Dylan
Her words are music to my soul, honey to my lips, and nectar to my stomach.
Shit, I’m feeling all fucking poetic. If I’m not fucking careful, I might break into song or limerick.
As a reward, I kiss her. At first, I was only going to kiss her. After all, we’re out here in the snow, the freezing cold, but the minute my lips crush hers, my cock takes over and sends my brain on extended leave.
It’s as if nothing else matters in the world. There’s only one thing: her exquisite body. I want to rip her clothes off and feast my eyes on her before fucking her.
My hands work without input from me. In no time at all, I open her jacket and expose her tits.
Her nipples are so hard, they look like they can cut through ice. I take one between my index finger and thumb to squeeze and pull and pinch.
I grab some snow and rub it over them. Her body shivers, and she squeals in delight. Somehow, she manages to undo the button on my pants and free my pulsing fucking cock.
Those perky tits of hers are teasing me, inviting me to taste them. I can’t resist —I put my mouth over her right one.
At first, my teeth bite into those soft pink nipples of hers. Then my mouth suctions onto her tits. I suck hard, first on her right, and then on her left tit.
There’s so much fucking heat between us, I can feel the ice melt. Despite a light drop of snow falling, it does not settle on either of us or the ground near us.
To our right I catch a glimpse of Boss chasing the snowflakes. He seems happy and pays us no attention.
I decide to pull down Emma’s pants to find her dripping pussy. My fingers brush over her clit, light as a feather. Her hips thrust upwards to meet my fingers, but I skillfully avoid her.
She has pushed my trousers down and freed my pulsing fucking cock. I’m tempted to just ram it into her pussy, but I’m mindful of the tightness and newness of it all.
So I resist the urge and then use my hand to tease her a bit more. I take her on the road of desire.
I push against her clit and leave my hand there, exerting pressure, but not moving. I can feel her tense beneath me and try to wriggle her hips from side to side.
“Impatient little vixen,” I murmur and lean forward to kiss her.
As if she’s starving, she responds. At the same time, her hands are working like magic on my keen cock.
Somehow, she manages to invoke sensations in me I never knew I had. The way her fingers wrap around my fucking cock sends millions of tiny electric shock waves through me. When she exerts pressure and squeezes my fucking dick as if she’s squeezing a balloon, there’s a tingling that grows to unbelievable proportions.
My skin burns with desire, and I rip my own coat and shirt off. I want to feel the snow on my bare chest and arms.
I feel like letting out a wild roar, bear-like.
I try and it feels good.
Fucking amazing. I feel alive and full of vigor. I can’t recall the last time I felt as good as this.
Emma giggles.
“Now you’re starting to sound like a bear, too.” She observes and lets go off my cock. Her hands run along my chest and play with my hair.
“Take me now.” She begs and spreads her legs.
Fuck. I can see her wet opening and those juicy lips of hers.
I’m being torn in two. I’d love to fucking suck her pussy until she comes, but at the same time, I know we can’t stay out here forever.
If I want to fuck her in the snow, I’ll have to make a decision.
It’s not like me to be indecisive. I mean, if you run a billion dollar real estate business, you can’t be indecisive. Decision-making at the spur of the moment and under fucking pressure has to be second nature.
I used to be a pro. But look at me now—I’m unable to decide what the fuck I should do.
When Emma reaches for my fucking cock again, my mind’s made up.
I spread her legs a little further apart, and then I bring my massive member to her opening.
She’s so wet and hungry. Slowly and gently, I push into her. Her pussy is still fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt her.
As I ease into her, she puts her hands on my ass and pushes me toward her center. I’m so big, I fear I might rip her in two.
But Emma seems to have no such fear. She bucks upwards to meet me.
When I’m all the way in, I stay there for a few seconds before I get into a slow gentle rhythm.
Emma has other ideas.
“Come on, Dylan,” she moans. “Harder, faster. Fuck me, fuck me harder and faster.”
I can feel her nails dig into my bare skin on my back.
My eyes meet hers, and I’m surprised at the passion burning in them.
And then I can’t help myself, and I throw caution to the wind. I increase my rhythm and tempo and pummel into her.
The harder and faster I go, the tighter her pussy feels. It’s as if she’s trying to milk my fucking cock of its juices before I can come inside of her.
It’s a fucking fantastic feeling.
Despite the beauty all around us, I’ve only got eyes for one thing.
Emma.
I’m drawn into those deep blue eyes. If I’m not careful, I might drown in them. To my own surprise, I briefly wonder what color eyes our children would have.
The cold must be getting to me and playing havoc with my fucking brain.
What the fuck was I doing, thinking about children and Emma in one sentence?
There’s no suggestion this is a permanent thing. I mean, as far I know, she’ll probably head off the mountain first chance she gets.
Newsflash: she’s a city chick with standards I can’t meet out here in the fucking woods.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she’s panting, and I can feel her body tense underneath me.
I’m not far from coming, and so I slow down a little. It would be a bonus if we come together.
But all I want to do is make sure she’s got maximum fucking pleasure. I want to feel the walls of her pussy grab onto my fucking dick as she comes and rides her wave of joy.
“Oh please…yes…come on…Dylan, fuck me hard…come on…” She’s yelling and at the same time her eyes plead with me.
I can’t resist, and so I start driving hard and fast into her tight fucking pussy. With each thrust, I stretch her a little more. There’s so much intensity I fear I might lose my mind.
Up and up, I float as the intensity of my gratification increases. I’m being swept away by this woman who doesn’t seem to be able to get enough of my fucking cock.
Like wild, madly bucking broncos, we are entangled in ecstasy and passion. I’m the wild stallion trying to tame my unruly mare.
And just as I can feel my orgasm erupt and my cum shoot into her, I can feel the walls of her delicious pussy clench tightly as she also surrenders to her orgasm.
Harder and harder, her muscles squeeze my fucking massive cock, and I fear she just might break it.
I collapse on top of her as I unload the last of my load into her.
There’s hardly any snow left where she’s lying.
Our eyes are locked, and we do not need to speak. I can tell she’s drifting on a cloud of pleasure.
And then snow sprays into our face as Boss comes bounding up to us. His big nose nudges Emma in the face, and she chuckles.
“Hey,” I growl at him, but that only seems to be spurring him on to cover us in more snow.
Emma shivers, and with one deft movement, I pick her up and wrap her tightly in my big arms.
She nuzzles her head into my chest.
I kiss her gently on the top of her head.
“Let’s get inside.” I mumble. “I think we need to continue where we left off.”
There’s a little chuckle, and I feel her body shake in my arms. “What did you have in mind?”
Just then, Boss gets between my feet, and I lose my footing. If I wasn’t carrying Emma, I might have a chance of saving myself; as it is, I’m a goner.
We both land sprawled out on the thick snow.
“Eek!” squeals Emma, and she struggles to her feet.
“Blasted creature,” I grumble, but seeing Emma’s body in its naked glory, with snow stuck to her in the most private of places, evaporates my anger instantly.
“Come here,” I grab her and pick her up again. “Now where were we?”