by Brooke Baker
His eyes searched mine, still questioning whether I was serious, maybe? I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips against his. The sexual tension of the past day exploded suddenly in a burst of energy that spread through my body. I gasped into his mouth, and when I opened my lips, his tongue was there, twining with mine.
My nipples hardened immediately, and I arched my back, rubbing them against Ethan's hard chest. I pulled away from his mouth, reluctantly because I needed to be closer to him. Skin to skin.
“Too many clothes,” I complained.
We sat up, and Ethan put more wood on the fire so that it burned nice and hot. Then he grabbed more blankets from the bed and lay them on the floor right in front of the stove.
When he was done, he sat down on the blankets and took off his shirt.
"Oh god," I said, my mouth going dry. He was muscled but wiry, like a martial artist, not a bodybuilder. His biceps were well-defined, and he had washboard abs. I wanted to kiss and lick him everywhere. I remembered every inch of his body, and I wanted it next to mine. I wanted to be as close to him as physically possible.
“Come here,” he said, his voice rough.
I got down on the blanket with him.
“I believe you said we had too many clothes on.”
I nodded, unable to speak with him so near.
"Better take care of that, then?"
I gave another nod.
He took off the sweatshirt slowly, making my skin heat as he did so. Then he looked at me. I wasn't wearing any bra because I'd taken it off with the rest of my own clothing.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, placing one kiss on the top of my left breast away from the nipple.
I reached out tentatively and ran my hands down his arms, feeling the firmness of his muscles. With a deep breath, I moved my hands to his sides, running my fingers down the ridges of his abdominal muscles. Then I hooked my fingers into his sweat pants and pulled them down. He helped me take them off, and I couldn't help but look down and see him.
Oh fuck, he was big and hard.
I couldn’t wait to have him inside me.
“Now me,” I said, and even I could hear the neediness in my voice.
He grabbed the waistband and tugged. No undies either, of course. He swallowed hard as we knelt facing each other, completely naked now.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
“Ethan…” I said. “Please.”
And he nodded, pulling me tight against him and covering my mouth with his.
Chapter 6
Ethan
Kat was so hot, and I couldn't wait to make love to her. I needed her so much. We were kneeling on the blankets in front of the fire, and I was so hard I could barely stand it.
I needed to touch her.
I sat back, wrapping my arms around her, and she straddled my legs. Our chests were pressed tight against each other, and our mouths were melded together, almost as if we were one person. We kissed like that for a long time until she started making those little sounds she makes when she gets aroused.
God, I missed those sounds.
And her.
So much.
I laid her down on the blankets and stretched her arms up over her head. Her breasts stood up perky with the tight, round pink nipples on top. My gaze went down to where her triangle of bliss enticed me. I had been with a few women lately that shaved down there, and it kind of freaked me out. I didn't want to be with a little girl who didn't have hair down there. I wanted a woman.
And Kat was definitely all woman.
I surveyed her for another moment and then unable to hold back anymore I began kissing my way down from her face, to her neck, on to her collar bones and then her breasts.
When I got there, she arched her back, pushing those lush mounds up toward my face, silently begging me to taste them, and I happily obliged.
I licked around each nipple and kissed back and forth until she was whispering my name over and over. Finally, I gave her what she wanted and closed my mouth over one ripe bud and sucked.
"Oh, yes. God, yes," she said, pushing her breasts toward me for me to take more. I sucked hard on that breast and squeezed the other one with my hand, rubbing the nipple with my thumb. Then I kissed my way over to the other breast and took that one in my mouth. She was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted.
My hands meanwhile roamed down to where I knew she needed my touch, and I cupped her soft mound, feeling her juices that were already leaking out. I slid a finger between her folds and drew a shuddering breath at how slick and wet she was.
Instantly I wanted her in my mouth, and I kissed down her stomach. I tried to spread her legs, but she kept them tight together.
“Kat,” I said, kissing her thighs. “Let me in.”
“No,” she said. “I’ve never done that.”
“You’re going to love it,” I promised her. “Please. I want to taste you.”
“Oh fuck,” she said, her hips bucking at the thought. I gently pulled her legs apart. This time she let me and I lay between her legs, spreading her lower lips so I could see her lovely pink pussy.
Oh yes.
I touched my tongue to her clit, and her hips jerked up instantly. Yes. My Kat was responsive. That was good. I held her down and licked her again. She hissed, but I kept her still. Then I gave one long lick up from her entrance to her swollen nub.
“Ethan,” she breathed.
“God, you taste good, Evans. You’re fucking delicious.”
I began lightly swirling my tongue around her clit, knowing that it was so sensitive it wouldn’t take much. Soon she was writhing and panting. I pushed one finger into her, then began pumping it in and out while I stimulated her clit with my mouth at the same time.
She moaned loud and long.
Oh yes. That was good.
I added another finger, pushing them both in together.
She came without warning, her body spasming as I kept the climax going as long as I could.
"Ethan, I want you, now," she begged, and at the sound of her voice, I couldn't wait anymore either. I sat up, and she grabbed my cock, taking it into her mouth.
Oh fuck. I had never felt anything so pleasurable.
Kat
Ethan's cock in my mouth felt so good; I took as much of it as I could. It was so hard and smooth, and it filled my mouth, stretching my cheeks a little. I wanted him down there. So much. But I wanted to give him even just a little of the pleasure that he had given me.
But soon, he pulled back.
“You’ll make me come, Kitty Kat,” he said. “And I want to be buried deep inside you for that.”
I made a needy sound, and he pulled out a condom from his backpack.
“We don’t need that,” I said, not wanting anything between us. “I’m on the pill and clean.”
“I’m clean too,” he said.
“Good,” I said. “Bareback it is. Please, Ethan. I can’t wait anymore.”
“Don’t talk like that, Kat,” he said, his voice tight. “You’ll make me come.”
I couldn’t talk anymore, though, even if he wanted me to. I pushed him down on to his back and climbed on top of him.
"Yes," he said, remembering that cowgirl was both our favorite position. He set his hands on my hips as I positioned myself.
First, I rubbed his hard shaft against my slit. I was so wet that it slid easily. Then I lifted myself and placed his tip at my entrance. Slowly, slowly, I let myself down on top of him.
He groaned as his cock entered me, spreading me and filling me till I thought I couldn't take anymore. I looked down at our joined bodies. There was another inch to go. I gave a thrust of my hips, and then he was entirely sheathed inside me.
"Fuck," he said, pushing his hips up, so we were pressed tightly together. I stayed there a moment, breathing hard. His hands came up and rubbed my breasts, twisting my nipples, and I felt the need to move.
I lifted off him and then pushe
d back down, again and again. His rock hard shaft rubbing against my g-spot every time. I couldn’t think, could hardly breathe, as the pleasure built between my legs.
We changed positions so that I was still on top, but he was sitting against the couch.
"Faster," he urged me, and I rode him harder. The slight difference in the angle suddenly drove my climax much closer. Sitting up, he could reach my breasts, and he took one in his mouth, sucking me hard and making me explode without warning.
I cried out until I was hoarse as the rapture coursed through my body, the contractions wringing every drop of bliss from me, until I was still, my head resting on his shoulder.
But he hadn’t come yet.
“Your turn,” I whispered, having no voice left to speak.
"I want you from behind," he said, and he helped me get off him. Then he positioned me on the couch, which was good because I was so boneless from my orgasm that I couldn't have held myself up.
"Your ass is the best," he said, and I felt his tip press against my opening. He pushed in in one movement, and I felt my breath go out of me with the force of his thrust.
“Is that okay?”
“Yes, don’t stop,” I said, feeling another orgasm beginning.
He held my hips and pounded into me, his pelvis hitting my ass with a smacking sound. The speed of him rubbing against me made me so hot again that it wasn’t long until I was so close to coming again.
His hands came around then, and one touched my clit, while the other cupped my breast and pinched my nipple. The extra stimulation was all I needed to send me over the edge again. And as I clenched around him, he slammed even harder into me, and then he gave one final thrust pressing tight against my butt as he came inside me.
I could feel his cock jerking and filling me. The contractions of my body drew his seed deep inside, milking every drop out of him.
After a moment, he pulled out, and we collapsed on the blankets. He curled around me, one hand cupping my breast, as our breathing quieted.
“That was the best sex I have ever had,” he said.
But I couldn’t speak. I only smiled. I was completely spent after those orgasms. He pressed a kiss to my lips and pulled a blanket over us.
“Sleep, my love,” he said. “You’re safe.”
And with those comforting words, I drifted off into the best sleep I’d had in months.
Chapter 7
Kat
The next morning, I was sore. But in a good way. The best way.
True to his word, Ethan had woken me up all night long. But I’m not sure making sure that I wasn’t dying from a concussion was his only motivation.
We made love more times than we probably should have. In the early hours, we’d done it slowly, lying on our sides until we both came hard.
Of course, we'd still gone back to sleep. And the next time I woke up, his hands were everywhere. I had to go to the bathroom, but when I came out of the door, he was there waiting for me. We'd kissed against the wall, and then he'd had me in missionary on the kitchen table with my feet up in the air.
The next time we woke up, it was full-on day, and neither of us could possibly have any more sex at that moment. No matter how much we wanted to.
"Come and eat," he said, setting two bowls on the table. I noticed he had put them both on one side, and I smiled, feeling a warmth in my heart.
I sat down on the bench, picking up my spoon and trying the breakfast he’d made. It was porridge with maple syrup and cinnamon. And it was the best thing I had ever tasted.
“Oh, this is so good,” I said, devouring it. “Great sex makes me so hungry.”
"Great sex?" He said, giving me a smug grin and sitting down next to me.
“You know it was great. Or, it was for me, at least.”
“For me too,” he said, picking up his spoon. “The best.”
“The best?” I said, lifting my eyebrows.
"Like, I never want to fuck anyone else kind of best," he said, digging into his porridge. But I froze.
“What is it?” He said, confused as he sensed my lack of movement. “Is there something wrong with the porridge?”
“No,” I said, feeling scared and excited at the same time. “What you said.”
“What did I say?” He put another big spoon of porridge in his mouth. How could even his eating be sexy?
“That you never want to fuck anyone else?”
“Oh yeah,” he said, his brown eyes getting thoughtful. “I meant it.”
“You don’t mean that,” I said, setting my spoon down.
“I do.”
“Ethan, don’t fuck with me. You shouldn’t say that kind of shit to a woman you just made love to all night. I’ve got crazy dopamine and serotonin levels right now.”
“I know,” he said, his eyebrows drawing together. “I’m not fucking with you.”
He gave me a half-smile.
“I mean, I’d like to fuck with you again. If you want me to.”
“Ethan,” I said, not laughing at his joke.
"Kat," he said, and took a deep breath as if he was going to say something important, something earth-shaking, something that neither of us would ever be able to come back from.
And I couldn’t let him.
Not now.
Not like this.
I put my finger to his lips.
“Don’t say it, Ethan. Not right now.”
He scowled.
“I want to say what I want to say.”
"Please," I said. "Just not now. Let's not… change anything right now. We're having a good time. Let's just keep doing that. I don't want you to say anything you might regret later."
“I’m not going to say anything I’m going to regret,” he said, his face stormy.
“Okay then whatever it is, it’ll keep, right? Whatever you want to say? It’s not going anywhere. You can tell me once I’m out of this mess. Okay? I promise. I’ll let you say whatever you want.”
"Fine," he said and went back to eating his porridge. I went and cleaned up and got dressed. When he finished his breakfast, he did the same.
Then he rummaged around in the closet and came out with two pairs of skates.
“Skates?” I said. “What are those for?”
“We’re going to play hockey, of course. I need to train.”
"What? I'm sure your coach would say that you should not do anything that would get you injured, and those look like they're so dull we won't even be able to skate on them."
“What size are you?” He asked, ignoring my arguing.
I told him, and he nodded.
“With a pair of extra socks, you should fit them,” he said. “And I’m the same size foot as my dad, so I’ll fit these.”
“Those are your mom’s skates?”
Suddenly I felt a little choked up.
“There’s a pond right out there,” he said, with a warm light in his eye. “We’ll pack up first. Then we can go play.”
Soon we were dressed up warm, and the skates, surprisingly, did fit with a pair of thick socks. Ethan had found a couple of hockey sticks and a puck. We soon had a little rink shoveled off, and Ethan made goal posts out of chunks of snow.
I was a pretty good skater. Good enough anyway that I didn't embarrass myself. Ethan skated circles around me, of course. Even in his dad's old, dull skates, he was terrific.
He moved like the skates were part of his body, and he was so graceful, like a tiger. He looked as though he could never fall. He was clearly in his element.
We played for a while, and I even scored a goal. But I wasn't used to skating, and after a while, I went and changed back into my boots. Ethan skated a while longer. But he didn't seem like he was practicing. It seemed like he was just skating for the love of it.
And all of a sudden, I got why he played hockey.
It just came so naturally to him.
Like hacking for me.
Then I heard a familiar sound. But since there weren't any roads,
why did I hear a car?
Oh no.
“Ethan, they found us.”
Ethan
Skating with Kat was the best. She was so pretty with her hat on her head and her rosy red cheeks. And she was a decent skater. I hadn’t ever seen her skate before because we’d dated in the summer.
And I realized once again that I loved skating. It just felt so, me. I was so young when my dad put my first pair of skates on me; I don't even remember learning. It just feels as though I've always known how. Like breathing.
But skating with Kat was different than playing hockey.
I grinned as she almost fell, but I caught her and set her upright again.
She went into the cabin and changed into her boots after our little hockey game was over. And as I watched her come back out, I realized that I was in love with Kat. Not falling. Not having feelings for her. But totally and completely in love with this woman.
I took a deep breath.
I needed to tell her.
That’s when we heard it.
The sound of a motor. A snowmobile.
“Ethan,” Kat said, looking at me with wide, scared eyes. “They found us.”
My thoughts scattered as I tried to think of a plan.
We ran for the cabin and grabbed our backpacks that sat ready by the door.
“Come on,” I said. “I have an idea.”
I stopped only for a moment at the shed to grab the old toboggan that was still there for going sliding.
“Why are you getting a sled?”
"You'll see. Throw your backpack on there," I said, putting mine on too. I grabbed the rope and began walking as quickly as I could through the deep snow away from the cabin.
The snowmobiles hadn't stopped yet, so I knew we had another minute or so before they arrived at the cabin.
“How did they find us?” I wondered as I tromped as quickly as I could through the snow with Kat by my side.
"I'm guessing they were watching us and tracked the truck by satellite image. They couldn't follow in the storm, so they waited till it stopped this morning. So much for not leaving a digital trail."
“Well, they didn’t track you digitally anyway,” I pointed out.