by Vivien Vale
“What does it matter? It’s not like we’ve got be anywhere. I mean, look outside. There’s still a snowstorm.”
And there are plenty of things I can think of doing instead of cleaning up.
“Oh, come here.” She picks Boss up. “Voila, the floor is yours.”
“About fucking time,” I mumble. “And don’t put him down till I’m done.” Emma puts her right hand to her forehead in a salute and grins. “Yes sir!” Boss, meanwhile, is licking her neck. I’m so fucking jealous.
I make a mental note to wipe her neck before I kiss her there. Better still, we could both take a shower together.
Images of the two of us naked in the shower invade my mind. Her back against my chest, my fucking cock against her ass, and my hands over her tits.
“What?” My head snaps up. I’ve missed something she said.
“I think we need to give Boss a bath. He’s all sticky. I think he might have found some honey or maple syrup, hard to say.”
Okay, so not quite what I’d been fucking dreaming about, but, as long as we’re doing things together, the world is all good.
With Emma holding Boss, the floor is sparkling again in under five minutes. This bear was one messy fucking houseguest.
When I’m done, we take Boss to the bathroom. He’s not impressed.
Wide-eyed, Boss is clinging to Emma and watching my every move.
“How about some bubble bath?”
I roll my eyes. “You got to be fucking kidding me. He’s a bear.”
Emma nods. “So? He’s living with us inside, and he should smell nice.”
I shake my head. I knew taking the bear into the house was a mistake. Next, she’ll want him to fucking sleep with us on the bed.
I’ll have to draw the line there.
“Pass it to me,” she holds out her hand, and I hand her the bottle of shampoo.
Boss uses this time to struggle out of Emma’s arms. In the process, she drops the bottle. It lands in the water, upside down.
I pick it up, but half of it has already spilled. The water begins to foam.
“Good one,” I growl, but Emma just laughs.
She coats her hand with foam and blows it onto the bear. He starts to chase it. Quick as a flash, Emma grabs him and drops him in the bath.
Boss starts splashing about in the tub. Emma splashes me.
“Hey,” she calls and grins. “How about a hand?”
A hand? I’ll give her a fucking hand. I grab a large bit of foam and throw it at her.
“What the—?” She giggles and retaliates.
Within seconds, we’re both covered in water and foam.
“Stop,” she exclaims with a squeal.
But my competitive nature has taken hold. By the time I realize her intention, she’s already halfway out the door.
I follow, with plenty of fucking ammunition in my hands.
She runs outside, and I see that the storm has passed. Distracted, I don’t see her missile coming.
Fluffy white snow hits me right between the eyes.
Fuck.
This means one thing.
This means war.
Emma
The quiet lulls me into a false sense of security.
I strain to hear a noise.
Nothing but silence.
I’m about to turn around when I hear something. Before I get a chance to look, a volley of snowballs assaults me. Each one hits my body.
I duck, I weave, I run, and, finally, I dive for cover behind a raised wall of some sort. I land hard, so hard that I struggle to breathe.
I count to ten and make myself breathe nice and slow. I’m winded. Fingers crossed, Dylan’s not chasing after me—at least not yet.
When my breathing is a little easier, I peer out from behind my safety barrier and wham, a snowball hits me fair in the face.
You fucking wait, Dylan, I vow. What you can do, I can do better.
Quickly, I form snowball after snowball. I don’t stop until I have about twenty small balls next to me.
Then I peer out from behind my hideout and see Dylan frantically build his own wall out of snow.
Boss is coming out of house and jumping around. I see Dylan wave his arms at the bear, as if trying to shoo him away.
The bear just leaps around, and to my utter delight, part of Dylan’s wall collapses.
I giggle and grab my snowballs to start my assault.
Most of them get him in the back, as he’s still fighting with Boss.
Before he can retaliate, I disappear and make more ammunition.
I can’t recall the last time I’ve had this much fun.
My second attack on him is not as successful as the first. Boss has moved on, and Dylan has built a tall snow wall around himself.
My balls fall a little short. His, on the other hand, are accurate and come sailing down around me, behind my shelter.
When my next lot of snowballs go astray again, I know it’s time to change my tactics. I take a breather and look around. I need a plan, a plan he won’t see coming.
If I stay hunkered down behind my wall, we’ll be here all fucking day. I need to win this fight. As my eyes scan the area, a plan is forming.
Okay, so I know my combat skills. I’ve been to the seminars and paid attention. I peer around my hide out and wait.
Nothing.
Both baby bear and Dylan are nowhere to be seen. Fingers crossed, Boss won’t give me away.
I take a deep breath before I unleash a volley of snowballs.
Bingo. Dylan returns fire.
This is my queue. I dart out of my hideout and dash to my right.
My plan is simple. I’ll let him think I’m rebuilding ammunition when, in reality, I’m going to circle the house and attack him from behind.
I run as fast as I can. With the deep snow, it’s heavy going. My legs sink into the snow with every step I take.
Soon enough, it feels as if my lungs are being pierced by millions of needles, and breathing becomes difficult.
But I’m propelled by my competitive desire to beat Dylan. If I can ambush him from behind, I’ve won this war.
The minute he came out to assault me with, like, a hundred small snowballs, I knew it was war.
Now the time has come to outsmart the smart mountain man.
Nearly there, only a bit further, I can see the back of his legs.
All of my attention is on getting to my goal. I don’t see Boss bounding through the snow toward me. Only when it’s too late do I see the bear.
An avoidance maneuver has me tumble straight over him. Instead of sprawling straight onto the ground, I roll, but the commotion has been enough to alert Dylan to my presence.
No, my brain’s screaming at me to get my ass into gear.
Quick as I can, I scramble to my feet and charge.
To my utter delight, the element of surprise is still on my side. While my fall may have alerted Dylan to my presence, he’s not quite sure what to make of it, and so he’s just standing there, watching.
I unleash a volley of snowballs I’ve been hiding in my jacket, and as he’s trying to fend them off, I make my final move.
With all the power and force I can muster, I pummel into him as I wrap my arms around his waist.
If it weren’t for Boss joining in, I would never have succeeded. But the bear leaps against me as well, giving me the extra power to unbalance Dylan.
His arms reach for something, flailing and wailing, but to no avail—and he goes sailing through the air backwards.
He lands flat on his back with an almighty smack.
When he says nothing, fear takes hold. Had my plan gone wrong? Was this going to be a fun moment gone wrong?
Had I killed him? Ice fingers grab and squeeze my heart till I think I can’t breathe anymore.
My thoughts spiral into imagining the worst of the worst.
What if I haven’t killed him but seriously injured him, so he’s going to be a quadriplegic for the rest of
his life? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.
Tears are about to fall when I feel movement.
Thank god, he’s alive.
Before I can say or do anything, my face gets covered in snow.
“You’re going to fucking pay for this,” growls Dylan and rolls me off him.
Now he’s got the upper hand.
Darn, darn, darn. I’d fallen victim to the most basic rule of combat: never let your emotions get in the way of victory.
He pins me to the snow. I struggle and squirm beneath his hard hold.
“It’s no use my little fucking slut,” he growls.
I see him take both my hands into his left and then use his right to pick up more snow.
He covers my face and my top—and basically all of me—in the cold white stuff. When my struggling gets too much for him, he simply sits on the lower part of my body.
“We’ll see about who’s going to win this fight.”
“Boss,” I call my baby bear, but I can’t see him anywhere. “Boss. Don’t abandon me, you…” The words die on my lips.
“He’s gone off to chase a snow flake; he won’t help you,” says Dylan and I see the glint in his eyes. “In fact, no one will hear you out here. It’s just you and me and the snow.” He picks up another handful and shoves it down my front.
“Ahhh,” I screech and try and push my hips upwards so as to unbalance him.
“Give in?”
I shake my head. “Never,” I say with renewed determination.
By the time Dylan shoves the third load of snow down my jacket, I know I’m fighting a losing battle.
I’m breathing hard, and my insides are burning with desire, despite the cold seeping in from the snow.
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.
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.
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bsp; 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.