I push open the door and she turns to look at me. She says nothing as I join her on the mattress. I take the coat and put it around her.
“I don’t—”
“Shh,” I tell her. “It will keep you warm.”
“Are you sure? It seems like desecration or something.”
“He doesn’t need it anymore.” I don’t touch her. That’s not the right thing to do no matter how she looks underneath her clothes. We stare into the small fire. It’s hardly hot enough to keep us warm, but it beats the hell out of the blizzard cold. We sit there for a minute before she puts her hand on mine.
“Thank you,” she says with a smile, and that changes the air in the small space.
Suddenly, I can feel the heat from her body and smell her scent. Furious with myself, I stand hurriedly and walk to the fire. I add another log to it and look at our supply. We’re going to need more. “I’m going to get more wood,” I tell her. “When I kick the door, open it.”
“I can go with you.”
“No need. You’ll just get cold.”
“At least take the coat.” She shrugs off the coat and holds it out to me.
“Wear it and stay warm. It won’t fit me.” With a smile, I head out.
The glow from the snow gives enough light for me to see my way. I look left and right, hoping to find the Sherpa’s tracks from when he brought in the last load. I’m not that lucky. What I see could be anything. I turn right because right-handed people usually turn that way, and head around the house, slogging through the snow, looking for the wood pile. I have to go around three corners before I find the pile.
It’s a good-sized pile. At least Katya and I aren’t going to freeze to death. I pile as many as I can carry across my arms and slog on. I kick the door hard. She must have been waiting because the door opens immediately, and I push into the light and warmth. Not that much warmth, but better than the outside. I add my armload to the stock already on the floor and shake off the snow.
There is relief on her face as she watches me. Maybe she was thinking that I might not come back, that the cold and snow would do for me what a heart attack did for the Sherpa, and she would die here on her own, but even though I know her concern is motivated by selfish reasons, it feels right that she was waiting for me to return to her. “Go get warm,” I tell her.
Katya goes to the end of the mattress and sits, and I put the coat over the chair so it will dry. Then, I join her at the end of the mattress. I put my arm around her, and she rests her head on my shoulder. There’s nothing sexual in the gesture. It is almost that of a frightened child seeking reassurance.
“We’re not going to die here, are we?” she asks.
“Not a chance,” I lie. Actually, I give us a fifty-fifty chance of surviving. People die in blizzards every winter, smart people. I’m not so smart, and I wonder about her. We stare into the flames. I think of Detroit and Anakin, but my life there has taken on a dream-like quality. As if it was never real. Only this shelter and tiny fire and the head on my shoulders are true.
At this moment, I have no desire to go back. If there was a way to forage for food here, this would be my idea of paradise.
Katya
The American is strong and capable. He handled the Sherpa in a way I didn’t expect. And he retrieved more wood for us. They’re not so dry as the first logs. The log he put in pops and hisses in the fire, but it’s wood, and it gives off light and heat. That’s what we need at the moment. His arm reassures me, but I can tell he isn’t very confident that we’ll survive. He hides his fears the best he can, but I’m Russian. I understand how nature and bad luck can kill a person. This is a harsh country.
As I look into the fire, I remember how he looks naked. I remember the sex. I remember having him in my mouth and … other places. A sudden fire ignites in my belly. I have had sex only once, but my body seems to crave it. It is a visceral thing, a body thing. My brain has no control over it. No reason, no rationality. I don’t know how it happened, but the desire is always there.
It’s almost an ache. Only a couple of days ago I knew nothing of what being with a man can feel like. I don’t know if my presence affects him, but he moves suddenly. His eyes slide down and glance at my breasts. I know immediately what he’s thinking about. I know he sees me naked. I have no idea if I look pleasing or not to him, but I know I’m in his brain, like his image is in mine.
There’s nothing else to do on this godforsaken night.
He turns my chin and looks into my eyes. “Are you all right?”
His touch is tender, filled with concern. His eyes show a glow that I recognize. He is pretending he doesn’t want it, but he’s thinking of sex, both last night and tonight.
We’re human. We dream of sex.
Hunter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_3d6GntKbk&index=89&
(Pillowtalk)
“I’m cold,” she whispers, looking into my eyes.
Her face is pale, but there it is again. That thing between us. My heart pounds furiously within my chest. Anakin. You owe him everything, a voice whispers inside my head. It is just loud enough to keep my reasoning intact. This is Anakin’s girl. Having sex with her again isn’t going to solve anything. “I’ll get some more wood,” I say hoarsely, and start to stand.
She grabs both my wrists and pulls at them. “I don’t need a bigger fire. I need your warmth.”
I pull my wrists out of her grasp and walk towards the fire.
“Does my being close to you affect you that much?” she mocks softly.
I sit by the fire and pick up a stick to stoke it. Her eyes are on me. I know because I can feel her gaze piercing and bringing more heat than the crackling fire I was sitting right in front of.
Unable to utter a word, I just glare at the yellow flames as the moments tick by. The chill is gradually being chased away and in its place is an acute awareness of her. It is so strong I begin to sweat. It is only when I catch her in my peripheral vision as she begins to fall gently back onto the mattress, that I can no longer hold back. I turn to watch.
I can see her body trembling. My Princess turns her head and looks at me. I swallow the stone in my throat. Then she opens her mouth and calls to me. It was almost soundless, but I can feel it reverberate through me like a body of water disturbed by a stone skipping on its surface. “Hunter.”
Instantly, I go to her.
Sitting on the mattress, I pick her up and pull her into my arms. She truly is trembling and I feel a painful remorse wash through me as I link my fingers with hers. I wonder how she could be so cold.
“You’re cruel,” she whispers to me as her eyes shut.
I watch her angelic face, my chest tight. How could she have such an effect over me? Her soft pink mouth parts and I can’t stop myself. I’m only a man. I lower my head and take her lips in a soft kiss. The contact thrusts a painful dose of desire straight to my cock.
She kisses me back, slowly, purposefully, and I can almost convince myself that all she’s looking for is as much heat from me as is possible. Her hands come around my neck as she deepens the kiss. I can still remember how shy and tentative her mouth was only a day ago. She pulls away and in the next moment, she is straddling my hips and my back is slammed to the floor. With her hands to my shoulders she pins me in place and begins to gyrate her hips, rubbing her pussy against my already swollen dick.
“Katya,” I snarl warningly, but she squirms her hips and her wetness soaks through our clothes. I take a shuddering breath. God, this woman is a natural seductress who has taken to sex like a duck to water. And I need her. I need her so fucking bad, my head feels like it is going to damn well explode if I don’t have her.
“We need this for warmth,” she says. “You can console yourself with that.”
I grab both her arms and roll her to the mattress. She gasps with surprise as we change positions and I pin her arms high above her head, making her breasts jut out.
“You’re hurting me,” she br
eathes.
I know that is a lie, but my hold on her hands loosens, and quick as a flash she reaches up to press her cold nose to mine, her eyes so close that I can make out the streaks of gold in her irises. She doesn’t move and neither do I.
“I’m really cold Hunter” she whispers, and her breath, so warm and direct on my skin is like an aphrodisiac.
She is right. The damage is done. We’re already in trouble. What difference would it make if we have sex again? I part her lips with mine and slip my tongue into her mouth. The taste of her is clean and warm and haunting.
It takes me past reason.
With my hand around her neck, I hold her in place and savor the dance of my tongue against hers. She becomes more fervent as I trace kisses along her jaw and down her neck to the rapid beating of her pulse. I lick it like an animal and she starts to tear her clothes off her body.
“You’ll be too cold,” I caution.
“You’re all the warmth I need,” she says, lifting her body so she can unhook her bra and expose her goose-pimpled breasts. Then she pulls off her panties and lies under me, naked.
Pulling off my sweater, I cover one breast in my warm hand and suck the other pink-tipped, taut nipple into my mouth. With frenzied movements, she begins to tear at the button of my jeans and pulls down the zipper.
I allow her to take the reins. She urges me onto my back. I lay back and watch as she slides my jeans and briefs off to expose my hard cock.
Holding the thick shaft adoringly in her hands my beautiful Princess licks down it until she has my balls in her mouth. I shut my eyes, ecstasy melting my insides. Soon, her wet warm mouth covers the mushroom head and she sucks long and slow. I groan with the exquisite pleasure. Her hands close around my shaft and up and down she goes, her tongue lapping up whatever pre-cum that spills out of me.
I’ve been blown countless times like this in the past, but with Katya it seems as if my cock was made specifically for her mouth. “Don’t stop … fuck,” I hear myself say to her. The scrape of her teeth down the thickly veined sensitive flesh, brings me to the edge of a mindless explosion. “Finish me off,” I command, unable to contain myself any longer.
Her small hand tightens around my dick and she sucks for all she is worth.
“Ah, Katya.” I come with the roar of a beast, hot spurts of semen shooting straight into her mouth and down her throat. She laps it all up like a starving woman. I go over the edge and the pleasure is so intense it feels as if my body, my bones, my being, is disintegrating into nothing.
When I come back down to earth, I grab her around the ribs and pull her up to me. The smile on her face is heart stopping. I taste myself on her lips as I kiss her. She wraps her arms around either side of my head and her chest flattens against mine as the kiss deepens. My hands reach for her ass to grind her into me.
Time stops while we kiss. Slowly, my body recognizes that primitive, insatiable need to be inside her again. Curling my hands around her thighs, I open them and lift her hips up over my erect cock. “I’m going in bare,” I tell her.
“I want you to. If we die in this crazy place at least I will have experienced your cock shooting its seed into my belly.”
She fists my dick as I impale her on it. She is so goddamn tight, so hot, so soft, her pretty cunt greedily gripping me, urging me deeper and deeper until I can go no further.
With her hands on my chest she shuts her eyes and savors it all. Then she begins to move, riding me, slowly and then hard … She slams her body down on me again and again. Our mating is violent and desperate. We are the only two people left in the world. Outside the blizzard continues. Tomorrow we could be dead. Today we are driving each other insane with pleasure.
With her hands on my chest, she fucks me, her breasts bouncing with her furious moves until every nerve in my body grows taut with anticipation for the coming release.
She explodes just before I do, her hips jerking at the force and intensity of her climax. “Hunter,” she cries again and again even while I explode inside her. Her entire body is still trembling as she collapses on me.
You’ll be the death of me, is all I can think.
Katya
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=paXOkGMyG8M&list
-I can see a rainbow-
Hunter kisses me and I kiss him back. I love kissing him. I like his lips which feel smooth. I like his tongue which licks at mine. But mostly, I love the clean taste of him. My friends have talked about the boys they kiss. Boys who are aggressive and tactless, boys who treat kissing as a necessary evil, boys whose tongues are little, hungry things that they force on their girlfriends.
As I kiss him, I try to remember what my friends have said, what seems to make boys happy, what a good kiss is made of. But I can’t remember. I can only feel his lips and tongue and the movements that seem right no matter what he does. It all feels right. I almost think I need it. Death howls just outside the door, but this … this is life. This is what I was born to do. He cannot know how good he tastes, how warm he makes me. Soon, I will not need the fire. I will burn bright, like a candle. I will consume myself.
He pauses and pulls back, his face is serious.
I sense his need, his desire. It matches mine, I think.
“Cold?” he asks.
I shake my head. I wouldn’t admit it even if I were cold. He touches me, and his touch is gentle, smooth. He doesn’t wish to cause any damage, to use me too much. Maybe it is because he thinks that would make it easy for Anakin to pronounce me impure. He spreads my legs, once again he bends down and licks me. When he first did it last night, I could hardly believe what he was doing. I didn’t believe it until I felt his tongue lick me.
My body shivers with pleasure.
I close my eyes and concentrate on what he’s doing, what his tongue is doing. It’s so delicious and like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He licks and probes and gently spreads me. It’s like some sort of creature that is curious, attentive, warm and wet. I can feel it touch me in places I’ve never been touched before.
As his tongue wiggles and licks, I burn brighter. I feel need. My hips wish to move. My body wishes to accept and capture that little creature that teases me. A spasm ripples through my tummy. Quickly, he finds spots that are more sensitive than I would have believed until I met him.
Finally, his tongue lands on the thing I never knew I had. The something that is incredibly sensitive, incredibly hungry. It pulsates with heat and need. He seems to know how it works, how it quivers when he licks it, how it throbs when his tongue leaves it. I was afraid during my first orgasm. I thought I was dying. No one told me it would be like that. Now that I know how it feels, I want it. I want it in a way I thought I would never want anything.
He pauses and looks at me. “Like that?” he asks.
I clutch his head. “Don’t stop.”
Hunter returns to satisfying my need. He licks again, and my heart starts beating faster as my blood pounds through my body. His tongue does things to me that are mysteries. He presses his tongue down on me, and I gasp. I want too much to respond, to arch, drive and push, but I don’t. I will let him tend to me. I will let him push me higher. I will let him make me burn with sheer heat.
I moan.
His hands grab my thighs, and his tongue pumps in and out, like a tiny piston. I feel a huge beast inside me, a huge, powerful thing that strains at the chains that hold it in place. The first time I had been a bit frightened as I never knew there was this thing inside me. Something held in place like a fly in a spider’s web. It wants life. It wants to explode. It actually feels as if it breaks its manacles, it will consume me.
“Yessssssssss,” I hiss. He is so good at this.
I feel the chains slipping.
His tongue presses again.
The beast inside thrashes and roars, and then it happens.
My brain shuts down. The thing inside rushes through my body, through my veins, my muscles, my bones. It is like an army of feeling, thousands of
little soldiers that leap upon every nerve in my body, prodding and pricking, sending a billion, a billion flashing signals to my brain. I become nothing more than a bundle of feeling, a huge, hot bundle of sheer joy. It is immediate and overwhelming. I am lost. All my thoughts are gone. I become one with the universe. My mouth opens.
And I scream.
Hunter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gb-B3lsgEfA
(It’s A Man’s World)
When she screams, I press my tongue on her clit and keep it there to extend her orgasm. To my surprise it doesn’t just extend her climax it gives her multiple orgasms. Fascinated, I watch her have the most enthralling experience of her life.
When it is finally over, I stop and crouch over her. She smiles at me dreamily. I smile back.
“That—that was sooooo amazing,” she whispers. “I think I am addicted to sex now.”
I hide a smile at her innocence. “None of us have any idea until we try it. Once we do, we want it all the time.”
“Yes, yes, again and again,” she says eagerly.
I pick up her panties and hand them to her. “Get dressed. We need to keep warm.”
She slides on her panties as I retrieve her jeans. “Thank you,” she says. “I want you to know that you touched me deeply.”
I pull on my jeans and sweater quickly. I don’t want her stupid gratitude. The more time I spend with her the more I like her and that pisses me off. Why couldn’t she be a whiny brat or a self-obsessed selfie addict?
“You know, I was thinking that perhaps we will not get out of this. But after tonight, I think I might be able to die in peace. I won’t have to haunt the planet looking for something I had never experienced.”
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