by Vivien Vale
Dylan’s face comes really close, and his lips hover above my mouth. In anticipation, I half-close my eyes and open my lips to meet him.
Instead of pushing down hard, he just brushes his mouth past mine, ever so lightly. Electric shockwaves pulse through me. I try and move upward to catch him, but he’s just out of my reach.
“You haven’t said the magic words,” he growls.
I moan. I’m going to lose my mind with all this desire sweeping through me. I can’t think clearly.
“What magic words?” I pant, and my gaze is fixed on his lips.
My body aches to be touched by this sex god. I want him to fuck me here and now. I want him to rip my clothes off and douse the fire of desire ripping through me.
“I give in.” I see the corner of his lips curl up a little into a near smile, and I see the glint in his eyes.
I bite my lip. I don’t want to give in—it goes against my instinct: fight till the end.
“Then you won’t get to taste these again.”
His fucking mouth is so close I think I’ll be able to press my lips against him if I just stretch my neck up a little. I purse my lips and give it a go.
But he moves away, just enough so he’s out of reach. I can still feel his warm breath on my face.
Man, oh fucking man.
By now, my pussy is dripping wet with anticipation and begging me to give in so he can fuck me.
I mumble something and look at him.
“Can’t hear you, sweetheart.”
“Okay. Okay.” Now I’m nearly shouting. “I give in. Happy?”
Instead of a response, his mouth crushes down on mine. Our tongues meet and entwine and duel till our hands are taking over.
I feel him tug at my coat, and my fingers reach for his pants.
It is as if time has stood still. There’s only Dylan, me, and our incredible animalistic lust for each other.
Chapter 27
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 com
es 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?”
Chapter 28
Emma
The minute we get inside, warmth assaults my skin like pins and needles. It’s the kind of pain you don’t mind because you know it means you’re so alive.
And once in a while, it’s fucking fantastic to do something to remind you how awesome life is.
I still can’t believe I nearly had Dylan in our snowball fight. I was so close. The adrenalin was pumping through me, and, if I hadn’t lost my concentration, I could have defeated bear man.
What a glorious moment it would have been.
“Do you have to?” Dylan grumbles at Boss who comes in, shaking his wet body right next to him.
I snicker and bend down to ruffle the bear’s fur. “I think we better dry him off,” I tell Dylan who rolls his eyes at me.
“What?” Disbelief oozes from him. “I thought...”
“Plenty of time for that later. Best to get Boss comfortable first.”
Dylan grumbles something I can’t understand, but I see him grab some towels anyway.
“Bring me one as well,” I call after him.
I’m just as keen to keep fucking him as he is, but I know if we don’t settle Baby Bear first, he won’t give us any peace. Better to look after him so we reap the benefits in a little while.
“I suppose next you’ll be asking me to get the fire ready for the little fellow.”
I grab the towel and start rubbing Boss. But before I do, I blow my big bear a kiss.
“You’re a darling for offering,” I say and look at him expectantly.
“What?”
“Where’s the towel for me?”
Dylan grins from ear to ear. “I didn’t get you one. Thought you looked sexier working naked.”
Briefly, I put my hands on my hips, but the wet bear distracts me, and I bend down to dry him off.
Soon, I hear the crackling the wood makes as the flames lick it. It won’t be long before the fire gets going and spreads its warmth through the house.
“Can you grab his bed and put it in front of the fire?” I ask Dylan while I go to the kitchen.
No doubt the little fellow is hungry and needs a snack before bedtime.
Come to think of it, I’m a little famished myself. The romp in the snow has left me with a hole to fill.
When cold hands grab my waist, I shriek and nearly drop the chocolate I was just breaking into little pieces.
“Pay back,” Dylan murmurs in my ear, and I spin around to face him.
My tits touch his hairy chest. Instantly, my nipples are rock hard.
“For making me wait forever before I get to touch you again.”
I slap him playfully on the arm.
“Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘Good things come to those who wait’?”
Instead of an answer, he kisses me on the neck. He leaves tiny little butterfly kisses all the way down to my tits.
Just as he’s about to start sucking on them, I push him away.
“Let’s feed Boss and take the nibbles, with a drink, to the bedroom,” I suggest and slip past him with a bowl.
Boss is sitting on his bed, but when he sees the bowl, he leaps up like he hasn’t eaten in days.
By the time I’ve turned to see if Dylan has picked up our little treat, the baby bear has finished eating and is licking his lips.
“You stay here,” I tell him and give him a final pat. He seems content and makes no move to follow.
Thank goodness. I had visions of the baby bear leaping onto the bed before us, and then what would Dylan say? I’d probably never hear the end of it.
With a smack on my ass, Dylan strides past me.
“You coming or you hanging with the bear?”
“Race you,” I shout and dart up the stairs.
At the door, he catches up to me and grabs my wrist to stop me from going into the bedroom.
“You cheated,” he pants and then pushes me through the open door.
Laughing, I trip and fall, but Dylan somehow manages to catch me. He puts the plate down and gives me his full attention.
“Can’t I have some chocolate first?” I ask with a small pout.
Dylan shakes his head. His brow is furrowed, and there’s something akin to thunderclouds in his eyes.
“I think I need to punish you, my fucking little slut.”
His voice sends shivers down my spine, and my heart’s beating in my throat. I haven’t seen him like this before.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s grabbed my arms and is holding them with one hand. Next, he’s pushing me to the floor-to-ceiling window, pressing my tits against the glass.
“Do you know what I think you need?”
My throat’s dry as if I’ve walked for months in the desert without water. I shake my head.
“A fucking good spanking is what you need.”
I’m not sure if I heard right, but my insides tighten, and my pussy starts to drip at his words.
The sheer fear of the unknown nearly tips me over the edge.
Whatever he plans to do to me...I want him to do it.
Before I know what’s going on, his bare hand collides with my naked ass. I gasp at the contact and the sudden pain.
I could practically feel each one of his fingers burning on my cheek. Without even looking, I know there’s a red imprint where he struck my ass.
Tears well up in my eyes, and I bite my lip. To my utter amazement, I want more. I arch my lower back and wiggle my ass toward him.
Instead of another smack, I feel his fingers hover over my fucking clit—but he makes no direct contact.
Oh, fuck.
And then his fingers are gone. Before I can complain or do a
nything, his hand comes down hard again on my naked flesh.
Ouch!
I bite my lip. I can feel my body shiver, ripples of pleasure and pain spreading across my limbs. My mind’s gone to mush, and I can hardly string together a coherent thought.
My fucking tits are pressed against the cold of the glass, and I fear my nipples might cut right through it.
Dylan spanks me three more times, and each one is harder than the one before.
“On your knees,” he orders, and I obey without question.
My pussy is so wet and ready to take his cock that I think I’ll lose my mind if he doesn’t fuck me now.
Thwack!
After he spanks me, his hand comes down a little lower and connects with my clit.
Fuck.
The effect of this is so overwhelming I think I might just come right now.
“Oh, please,” I start to beg. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Dylan. I need you.”
I don’t know what’s come over me. I would never dream of begging a man to fuck me. I seem to have turned from good girl to bad girl in the course of just a few days.
“Oh,” Dylan whispers in my ear, “you want me to fuck you?”
“Please.” I’m out of my mind with desire.
“How about you fucking wait?” he growls and smacks me again on the ass again.
I howl softly.
When I finally feel the tip of his massive cock on my ass, I push back against him. I’m so ready, but he doesn’t enter my pussy. Instead, I feel his fingers on my hole.
No. No fucking way.
I mean, there’s no way I’m going to be able to manage his twelve-plus inches there.
His hands are on my ass, and his cock’s pushing in.
I’m so horny, and I need him inside me. I grit my teeth and prepare for the pain...but there isn’t any.
Almost without effort, he slides all the way in. Sure, it’s tight and a little uncomfortable, but it’s not excruciating pain, and I feel myself push against him to make sure I’ve got all of him inside me.
He starts nice and slow.
“Fuck me, Dylan. Just fuck me!” I yell, spreading my legs and bending a little.
His left hand leaves my ass and finds my tit.
As soon as he starts playing with my nipple, I feel fireworks rip through me. The world is spinning, and I think I’ll die from pleasure.