by Kay, Debra
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he said.
“Well, Mother Nature is giving us a spectacular show.”
“I’ve been enjoying one, all right. Watching your curvaceous booty is giving me quite a show. Maybe too good because I just fell over ogling you,” he said, looking a little embarrassed. “Does that bother you that I just shared my inner male thoughts? Should I keep them to myself next time?”
“Are you kidding? Share anything you want with me.” After walking a few feet, I shouted, “I bet it snowed two inches since we first stepped out here. Careful, there are some slick spots.” Our voices became less audible; drowned out by the crackling ice beneath our feet.
Blake let out a command. “Just lift those feet. Pretend you’re on the balance beam, and you’ll be fine.”
“I forgot what that was like.”
“I know what you mean. I haven’t played football in years. And really, after my last slip on the ice, maybe we should both move a little slower.”
I lumbered along the path and reached for his hand for reassurance. He surprised me by saying, “Come with me. Let me show you the way.”
Not sure what to think of his comment, I looked at him and lifted an eyebrow. Did he mean for me to follow him along this particular path or in life? Either way, I was along for the journey.
He pointed. “I bet the view is stunning from that hill over there. It’s not too far away. Are you up for it?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” We took slow and measured steps. I let Blake take the lead as we brazenly forged ahead with our ascent and climbed the snowy embankment. The hillside we traversed was steep, but we didn’t have far to travel to reach the top. The climb quickened our breath and we stopped talking. Midway up the slope, I trudged along at a reduced pace. “I’m just glad I fueled up on that strong coffee before we left,” I joked.
Blake turned to see me struggling to navigate the icy surface. “You can do it. Give me your hand,” Blake ordered protectively. I reached upward and grabbed his outstretched hand, and he took my fingers. He helped guide me along the slippery path to the peak.
Standing on the crest of the knoll, we strained our eyes to see the lights from the distant hotel through the swirling snow. Looking out toward the lake, even in the downpour, we were mesmerized by the glistening reflection of the moonlight across the water. Every direction we looked, snow had become a shadowy veil of glowing white cascading across the darkened rocky peaks.
Blake squeezed my hand and led me to what I thought was a secluded area among the dense mass of trees. He opened his jacket and pulled out the blanket.
“Thanks for thinking ahead,” I said.
He shrugged, slightly embarrassed. “I try to be prepared.”
“Nice job.”
“Although, life does throw some curveballs just when you think you have the game mastered, especially with love,” he said.
“I haven’t been very good in the past,” I said.
“It’s not any easy game to win.” He looked at me and smiled. “I can’t remember the last time I was this energized. Want to play in the snow with me?”
And to my surprise, he opened the blanket in one quick jerk and spread the wool cloth across the snow. Laughing at the silliness of it all, we lay down on the blanket, sinking into the powdery snow.
“I’ll keep you warm tonight.” He leaned on one shoulder and looked deep into my eyes. And he said in an undertone, “I’ll keep you warm for as long as you’d like.” Although, I was certain he wanted those words private.
And I was about to discover he was right. It would be a night to remember for a lifetime.
Suddenly, it was as if the night sky shattered into a million glittering pieces and poured on top of us. While on my back, I looked up into the sky and watched the snow fall on top of me. I tried to look Blake in the eyes, but the fluffy flakes stuck to my long lashes.
I blinked rapidly to release their grip before finally wiping my eyes. Blake realized I was almost drowning in snowflakes, and he leaned over me, shielding me from the downpour of snow. He was so close to me that his steamy breath warmed my chilly cheeks.
Looking up toward his face, I smiled, fascinated by his unusual aura created by the shadowy light. His lips curved upward in a teasing smile, and even his eyes were smiling as he looked longingly into mine. Blake could see me inviting him with my eyes. I watched him lean toward me, and with the skill of an expert, he kissed me seductively, using his warm mouth to melt the snow from my lips.
Excitedly, I pulled him closer, causing the heat from our kiss to ride through me. I could smell the warm scent of his heated flesh, and I could taste his desire. My senses were on red alert, and even in the cold night air I could feel myself starting to flush.
Blake removed his gloves as quickly as possible and slipped his hands beneath my skirt, revealing my black thong panties. “These panties are so small, my dear, why bother at all? But I’m not complaining. You rock these dental floss undies.” He pulled the tiny sliver of black lace off in one swift motion and tossed the fabric hastily into the snow.
I caught his hand and held it tightly as he started to unzip my knee-length boots. “Look at the snow piling up around us. These boots stay on.”
“You’re so unbelievably sexy. Those boots and your naked bottom are driving me wild.”
I thought I heard a loud cracking sound from somewhere in the distance and looked at him wide-eyed in surprise. “What if someone sees us?” I cried out in fear.
“Don’t worry, Lila. With this wind whipping, there are lots of unusual sounds.”
Nonetheless, I sat up, alarmed, and gripped Blake’s arm for reassurance, quickly glancing around, keeping a watchful eye for movement in the shadows. I thought I saw something coming toward us. I stared. Blake started to say something, but I grabbed his hand and squeezed it as a warning. My ears strained for any sound to indicate a presence. I put a finger to my lips, glanced around, and listened for the sound of footsteps or voices but heard nothing.
“My chattering teeth are probably what you heard.” He looked around and added, “Anyway, in this blizzard a person would have to be standing next to us to see us clearly. Secretly, you like to be watched, don’t you, Lila?”
I shrugged. Maybe he pegged me correctly. I started to feel hot just thinking about someone hidden among the trees, watching us. And he was right; we could barely see past our hands in the swirling flakes. Plus, the wind speed had intensified, causing the nearby branches to creak and sway. Looking around, I saw nothing except the wind stirring the falling snow.
The only sound I heard other than the swaying trees were Blake’s breaths while he kissed my throat. At that moment, excitement eclipsed my fears.
“Lie back down and relax. We can keep each other warm,” he said. He blew out frosty air. In the next instant, he pulled me down on my back next to him. I shivered from excitement as well as from the cold, but I could feel the heat coming from his body. I felt his excitement even through his layers of clothing.
“Even with the chilly wind, you’re starting to heat me up,” I said.
We stared into each other’s eyes briefly. He rubbed his hand across my cheek to warm me and keep my teeth from chattering. Barely able to see his own hands, he fumbled through the layers of winter clothes until he was finally able to unzip and pull down his pants. I placed my trembling hand on his briefs. I watched his growing erection begin to push its way toward the top of his tight waistband. “How about I rub you on the outside of your clothes?” I giggled while circling my hands around his hardening shaft, stroking up and down.
“Do it hard,” he said. His warm pant rushed toward my ear.
While stretched out on the blanket, an arctic blast of air blew my skirt up, catching me by surprise. The icy air surged toward my naked bottom; the cold air licked at my wet pleasure center, causing my damp skin to explode with sensations. I trembled as my exposed moist flesh burst in a delicious wave of tingles. At the
same time, Blake began stroking my thigh, causing me to catch my breath in anticipation.
“Would you like me to touch you?” he asked. “And warm my fingers inside you?”
I looked into his eyes and nodded eagerly. He slowly slipped his two cold fingers inside my warm folds. The sensation set off little shivers of pleasure. Those tremors were the start of my avalanche of desire that rumbled through every part of my body.
Blake twirled his tongue against mine as he slowly thrust his fingers inside my hungry body. He moved his fingers inside me in rhythm with his probing kiss. I spread my thighs wide. The flesh between my legs ached and throbbed for more; my entire body begged for his touch. I moaned softly and pressed my body closer to his.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“You want more?”
I moaned. “I do.”
Instantly, his breathing rate increased. With his fingers swiveling inside me, he used the palm of his hand to rub gently on my throbbing clit. As he steadily applied circular pulsing pressure, I could feel my orgasm beginning to build.
Meanwhile, the whipping wind picked up its momentum, whirling the snowflakes; the blustery gusts made us feel like we were being swirled inside a vacuum. The billowy forces of nature surrounding us heightened every level of stimulation. Every nerve ending on my skin became invigorated.
Blake could not wait another minute to be sheathed by my warmth. He whispered in my ear, eagerly telling me, “I want you to come when I’m inside you—feel my heat—my burning desire for you.” His words ignited a slight tremor of anticipation within me. I wanted him.
In one swift motion, Blake rolled on top of me, blanketing me with his hot body. His towering presence protected me from the cold flakes. The scent that emanated from his fiery flesh was an intoxicating blend of cologne and pure desire. I took a deep breath to inhale his manly essence in the invigorating, frigid air.
As I trembled beneath him with my legs spread wide, I reached between his legs and continued stroking his growing erection. Blake breathed faster from the excitement, and I could feel his heart pounding even through his sweater. His hot puffs of air warmed my face. And his fervent touch lit up my entire body.
My breathing accelerated. I shivered in anticipation as he slid his underpants down to expose his rock-hard cock. Must act quickly, before the cold ruins our fun. I used my hands to help slide him inside my welcoming haven.
I thrust my hips against him, pushing his manliness inside me. Instantly, he groaned as my hot, moist walls tightened around him. Blazing heat blasted through me. I let out a moan of pleasure. Excitedly, I raised my hips to pull him closer, his path eased by the rush of my warm fluids.
“You feel so hot,” he said.
“I like you inside me.”
Growing even larger, I could feel the length of his cock nearly pressing against my spine, sending pleasure pulsing through me. The frozen snowflakes showered on top of his prone body and all around us. For an instant, I lost perception of my surroundings except for his closeness. The only sounds were his rapid breaths and the wind that whistled.
In spite of the crisp air, my body was on fire with desire. Blake’s tongue danced with mine. The icy flakes poured in a steady flow and became a welcome relief from the heat coming from my boiling skin. Each snowflake seemed to sizzle on my face as if they were dropping on a hot skillet. I almost could hear the hissing sound and feel the zing as the flakes touched down on my flushed cheeks.
I moved my pelvis against him. He radiated warmth inside me as he thrust hard, creating burning heat from the friction. My loins felt tingly and hot under my skin, but the surface layer felt icy cold.
He drove his hard cock deeper inside me. The rhythm of his pulsating movements made me throb in ecstasy. The warmth of his touch reminded me that I was alive, and that was exactly what I needed. I closed my eyes and exhaled. “Blake, Blake . . . don’t stop,” I moaned eagerly, my voice barely a whisper.
My buildup of excitement caused me to clench my muscles, making my passage even tighter. I could feel the heat building with each of his thrusts. The cold snow pressed against my bare bottom, and his hot flesh pounded inside me. The cold air stung the outside of my body, but I was sizzling on the inside from Blake’s erupting passion. His tickling kisses brought every sensation in my body alive.
A moan erupted from the back of my throat, making him burn wilder with desire. His eyes flickered with excitement. He looked into my eyes. He breathed heavily in my ear. He groaned. “Oh, Lila.”
Electric heat shot through my body. I moaned his name, the sound of my pleasure driving him closer to the edge. My cry mingled with the pattering drops of snow, and both resonated through the night air.
I managed to gasp a single word in my excitement. “Yes.”
All at once, my body began to take over; my contractions of bliss came in a tidal wave of shuddering euphoric pulsations. My release was explosive; my paroxysm of excitement shattered the night air as I moaned in the darkness.
At that instant, he, too, began to burst in delight. I arched my head back as my body pulled tight in a spasm that clenched his manliness. I squeezed. And squeezed so hard he, too, came in an exhilarating explosion of energy.
My body took over—it just happened—I cried his name. “Blake,” my voice shouted. And my frenzied sounds drifted through the wind.
He groaned something in my ear as I came, but I could not distinguish his words over my moans of pleasure. Did he just tell me he loved me? Maybe my imagination was playing tricks on me.
And for a little while, we lay breathless in each other’s arms, covered in snow. I smiled, and neither of us said anything. With the soft pattering around us, we seemed alone in the universe.
He gently brushed the snow from my face and ran his fingers through my tangled hair. I wondered if anything could be better than what just happened, our passion more intense than anything I had ever felt.
I finally felt the nerve to ask him. “Did you just say something to me?”
He looked at me and smiled. “You make me very happy,” he finally answered.
Although we had just become reacquainted weeks before, I had a feeling like we had been together for years. We just fit together—perfectly.
Blake said with a conviction I had not heard from him before, “That was incredible. I feel like my world changed before my eyes.” His warm lips kissed my cheeks. “I have a renewed feeling of excitement for life, and definitely an insatiable hunger to make love to you. Thank you for inspiring me and helping me remember what it’s like to feel true passion.”
I was feeling the same exuberance. Our lovemaking was hotter than my fantasies—even on this, one of the coldest nights. My elation carried over in my words. “That orgasm was the most amazing feeling in the world. I didn’t want it to stop. And I never want our time together to end,” I said.
“Bliss,” he whispered. “Being with you is like finding a slice of paradise.”
“I agree.”
“And how many more orgasms can I give you before this glorious night ends?” Blake started to shiver. “We should get in from the cold. Come on, let’s get a drink to warm us up and see what other fun we can find this evening.”
I laughed. “I’m game.”
He slowly stood up. “You look like an angel spread out there . . . my snow angel.”
“I love that comparison, but this snow angel is getting cold snow on her bottom.” I giggled, trying to get up gracefully, only to slip in the attempt.
“Can I help you?”
“I got it.” I stood and dusted the snow off my skirt. “Have you seen my panties?”
I spun around, searching the ground, but only saw indentations in the snow.
He shrugged. “No, I think I just tossed them in the air in the excitement of it all. There’s no telling where that tiny sliver you call underpants went in this powdery stuff.”
I knelt down and patted across the snow, as far as I
could reach. “The snow probably buried them an inch or two by now.” I shoved my hand in the snow. After a few futile minutes, I gave up looking. “I guess I’ll just leave them here.”
“Sorry I flung your undies. I wasn’t thinking.”
I mused over the thought of someone finding my panties once the snow melted. “Well, at least they don’t have my name printed on them,” I said in resignation.
Blake let out a gleeful laugh. “No, but they should read hot, sexy lady.”
“But only the first two letters of ‘hot’ would fit, and don’t even go there,” I warned jokingly while narrowing my eyes to give my message added emphasis.
A loud delighted laugh burst out of him, followed by a roaring, “HO, HO, HO! I like you naughtier than nice!” He continued chuckling, rubbing his belly, giving me his best Santa Claus impression. Although his rippling stomach muscles didn’t quite have the same jiggling effect, he was nevertheless a cute sight.
He didn’t stop there with his jokes. “This is like a winter wonderland. And I feel like I just—unwrapped—some Christmas magic.”
“Very funny, Santa,” I said.
“And I’ll take some more sugar cookies, please. You are making me hungry for more tasty treats.” He let out a pretend growl like he was a hungry bear.
I let out a delighted giggle. “We need to get you back to the resort before someone gets injured.”
As we laughed together, I realized I would have to walk through the hotel without my panties. “Blake, you better behave when we walk through the hotel. I don’t have any panties on under this skirt.”
Trying to disguise a snicker, he said in a slightly more serious tone, “I won’t lift your skirt and embarrass you. But I might shout ‘commando’ when you walk by me.”
I looked at his smirking face while I twisted my skirt that was off-center. “You know I will be cracking up about all of this tomorrow, but right now I’m a little worried.”
“Yes, I remember you’re the kind of gal who will randomly start laughing about something that happened yesterday. I always liked that about you. You remember to laugh, and you know how to play.”