As I come down the slope, I watch you dance on your snowboard. Unable to avert my eyes, I wipe out. You laugh.
I’ve gone head over heels, completely off the course. Failing to control your laughter, your dance turns into a flail, ultimately a sprawl.
Here we lie, two heaps in the snow. I release my board and pack a handful of white powder. As you extract yourself from your board and the snow drift, my ball strikes your ass.
I laugh and prepare some more balls, but you return fire with a shot to the head. I feign rage and you feign fear, fleeing for the tree line. I pursue.
We both move awkwardly in our gear, but my long legs let me catch you, tackle you from behind. We wrestle for a minute – me on top, you on top, me on top – then switch gears.
I strip off my coat and lay it beneath you. You unzip yours and we grab for each other.
Our kiss is urgent and rushed.
Scant skinny saplings separate us from the slopes, and so much must come off before we can get off. The forest floor becomes a mess of fleece and nylon.
My breath is on your neck, then teeth and tongue. My hand traces a line from lips to sternum, pausing to savor your throat, clavicle, and cleavage. I cup your breast and lift nipple to mouth.
Lick, suck, bite.
I do not linger. There are treasures below.
I slide down your body and draw down your pants.
The cold air tingles your wetness, but my mouth is warm.
My tongue is inside you, my mouth is around you. Hands stretch above me, kneading your breasts, fingers flicking your nipples. Pinching, just a little harder than you think you’d like.
I’d take my time, but my cock is hard and someone could be coming. As I move back up your body, you hook your feet through the elastic of my pants. We are now parallel, pants around our ankles. You grab my ass as I slide my shaft along your pussy. Your body bucks to meet mine.
“Fuck me,” you growl into my ear.
I tease you, head over hole.
“Now,” you insist
I oblige, thrusting my cock into your tight, hot-wet cunt. Slow and deep we begin, grinding cock over clit. You move your hips to accelerate the pace, but I refuse, maintaining my metronomic rhythm. I’m the first to wear the semi-sadistic grin.
My arms support me, fingers frozen in the snow. You buckle my left one and flip on top of me. It’s your turn to grin.
We’re off my coat now, fucking in the snow. The pace is yours and you build to a frenzy. My ass is freezing; you feel my balls contracting. Undeterred, I thrust my hips to give you my full length and girth.
You smash down on me, impaled to your depths. You shake and tremble, growl and scream. I hold on tight until the tremors subside.
It’s my turn to flip you now, ass in the snow. The cold is shocking, our pace keeps on rocking, a good deep cocking.
I’m holding my breath, muscles flexed, ready to explode. Your eyes go wide as I drive deep inside.
And wait.
It feels like forever to me, perhaps longer to you.
But I pull out and let fly. Warm cum sprays your cold skin.
Here we lie again, once two heaps, now one.
“Race you back to the lodge?”
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