by Lexie Ray
A gentle moan escaped him, and she felt every last trace of it rumble into her. Jamie’s hands grew bolder as Gwen explored her mouth. Her inexperience probably showed, but in that moment, she couldn’t care. He welcomed every fumbling stroke of her hand and uncoordinated movement of her lips like it was something he had been craving his whole life.
But the more she tried to satisfy her need, the deeper it grew. It became impossible to resist carding her fingers into his hair or stroking his jaw just to feel it move. The muscles and planes of his body became a wild expanse, just waiting for her to map out every inch with her hands and mouth.
Jamie gasped for air as Gwen’s exploration shifted to the lines and curves of his neck and shoulder. Only a small part was visible to her, the rest hidden away under the buttery soft fabric, but she memorized all she could. His hands held her thighs like they were his only anchor into reality. Gently, he coaxed her to move, to shift her weight, and for the briefest moment she feared that he wanted her to get off of him. The thought was quickly banished when he angled her just right and thrusted.
The thin layers separating them did little to disguise his hardening cock. Every inch of his solid length rubbed along her in a long, smooth glide. Gwen gasped. Her body bucked on instinct, but Jamie’s hands held her firmly in place. With his fingers squeezing and massaging the tender skin of her backside, he rolled again. Again. The delightful tease made her breathing stutter as liquid warmth flooded between her legs.
Jamie craned his neck as he groaned. She instantly attacked the exposed skin, sucking and nipping, intent on driving out another gasp. Another sigh.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” He smiled, and she felt the curve and play of it against her lips.
As if to prove his point, Gwen pushed her hips down. The sudden movement allowed her to grind herself against his cock. He reacted as if she had hit a live wire. In retaliation, he kissed along her neck while his hand slipped into the back of her long johns. With his hand firmly cupping her backside, his focus was no longer on keeping her solid, but in guiding her slide to match his.
With a little practice and a bit of fumbling, they managed to find a beautiful rhythm. Their constant explorations of each other were only broken by gasps and light curses.
The material covering Gwen’s crotch had long since turned slick. At any other point, she might have been embarrassed, but right now she didn’t care in the least. The limited room in the sleeping bag didn’t offer much space to maneuver. It kept them tightly compressed together, so each movement and breath was shared.
Jamie’s free hand found its way into her long johns, and he began to turn them. Rolling over in the limited space wasn’t easy, but he was determined. They bumped into each her with a flurry of elbows and heads. The sleeping bag twisted around their legs and, eventually, the sheer ineptitude of their efforts left them both trembling with laughter.
“For the record,” Jamie whispered through his chuckles, “on a bed, I am great with that move.”
Gwen bit her lip to try and smother her giggles. “Well, here, you suck.”
“Hey, you were a party to this, too. Half of this shame is yours.”
“Nope.” She shook her head. They were so close that their noses almost brushed with every swipe. “You’re the experienced one. This is all on you.”
“Low, Dahl. I expected better of you.”
Gwen laughed and covered her eyes with one hand. “And what was so important that you needed to be on top, anyway?”
She regretted the question as soon as it was out of her mouth. Why open that line of questioning? Just because she had enjoyed the rhythm they had built didn’t mean that he had been into it, and the last thing she wanted to hear was that she wasn’t cutting it.
“It was a matter of great importance,” Jamie insisted.
“Really?”
“Yes. You see, these…” His hands trailed slowly up her legs as he spoke, rising higher until they gripped her thighs. “…Needed to be like this.” He pulled and angled her legs until her thighs were wrapped tightly around his hips, her crotch pulled flush to his, and her long legs trailed down to press against the back of his own.
“Did they, now?” Gwen whispered, her voice growing softer as he began their rhythm once more.
“It was an absolute imperative.”
He trailed kisses from her ear, down her neck, and continued on along her collarbone. All the while, one of his hands was in constant motion along her leg.
“Well, it’s good you changed that.”
On his next stroke, he angled it just so that the crown of his cock played along her, every inch a tantalizing promise. It pressed against her clit, and Gwen’s spine arched on its own accord. She didn’t have far to go, not with the bag still tight around them, so the move pushed her tightly against Jamie. His solid form pressed back, making her suddenly, painfully, aware of just how sensitive her skin had become. With a deep groan, he dropped his head to rest in the crook of her neck.
“Gwen.”
He said her name both as a plea and as a warning. It brought a single thought through the haze of her mind. Mads would arrive tomorrow and she’d take the job. From tomorrow, they would be teammates. Colleagues. This was the last time they’d be alone together as just Gwen and Jamie.
She ran her legs along him and felt him quake. With needy thrusts, he resumed his pace, breath growing heavy and warm against her skin. The air was biting cold as she reached out toward the small first aid kit. Her quickly-numbing fingers played over the different items, looking only for one that she was sure she packed.
The smooth, foil packaging of the condom felt risqué and sinful in her hand. Her insides churned with nerves and want, leaving no room for doubt as she pressed the package into his hands.
Jamie’s head snapped up immediately.
“Are you sure?”
His eyes searched her face with focused intensity.
She nodded. “If you want to.”
“Gwen,” he smiled.
Without turning his eyes away from hers, he found her cool hand and held it tight. Warmth ebbed from his fingers, and he entwined them with hers, the foil packet snugly held between their palms.
“I just want to make you feel good,” he whispered. “Whatever form that takes is your call. You don’t have to do anything for me.”
A blush crept over her cheeks. She felt the heat, but none of the embarrassment that normally followed on its heels.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said this was a fantasy of mine,” she said.
His eyes flashed with delight. “Me either.”
“So, get to it, soldier.”
Laughter rocked Jamie’s chest as Gwen teased him with a smile.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He captured her lips in a quick but deep kiss, shifting his weight so that he could work on the line of snap buttons that ran the length of his long johns. Gwen quickly grew impatient and popped them all open with one quick yank. He pulled back, his smirk quickly losing its sharp edge as she slipped her hands through the gap to explore the new expanse of skin on display.
“Greedy.”
“Efficient,” she countered.
A sweet sigh left his lips as she continued to seek out every inch the tight space would allow. The play of soft flesh over hardened muscle was intoxicating and enthralling, and she lost herself in just that sensation.
“You’re making me regret this fantasy,” he smiled as he pressed a kiss to her neck. “It would be nice to be somewhere warmer. Somewhere I can spread you out and take my time.”
“I’m too tired to do that.”
He paused. “Did you want to stop?”
“I’m too horny to sleep.”
“Well, then,” he grinned as he began to pop open her buttons, “let me help you with that.”
His hand found her breasts, his movements sure but light, teasing and toying with her nipples until she felt the contact all the way to her core.
&
nbsp; “Have you ever touched a man before?” he asked.
A thin trail of embarrassment tried to coil through Gwen, but Jamie’s steady hands refused to let it grow.
“No.”
His smile turned wicked. “Do you want to?”
Unable to speak through her sudden laughter, Gwen nodded. He adjusted his weight, shifting as much to the side as he could, which still put him mostly on top of her as he let one forearm balance his weight. She had no idea where he had put the condom, but his hand caught her wrist and led her down.
The first touch made him gasp. By the time her fingers encircled him, he was breathing heavily against her shoulder. Gwen took her time, savoring the new experience. The feeling she had loved – of strength sheathed in velvety skin – was intensified in his cock. She explored and played, experimenting with strength and stroke to see what would break him the best. His kisses against her shoulder grew sloppy and desperate.
She felt an unbridled sense of control that was only dampened by the broken moan she released when Jamie pushed her hand aside.
“You’re a little too good at that,” he chuckled. “I just need a second.”
She couldn’t resist the jab. “So your lack of control is my problem?”
His chuckle made him vibrate against her, and she could feel the tickling droplets of his pre-cum drip onto her stomach.
“Have you ever let someone touch you?” he asked. “It’s a wonderful way to pass the time.”
He walked his fingers up the inside of her thigh. Suddenly, the idea of a bed somewhere warm was skyrocketing up the list of Gwen’s favorite fantasies. After deciding that he had tortured her with anticipation long enough, Jamie slipped his fingers into the restricted confines of the long johns. But the buttons didn’t trail down far enough to allow much in the range of movement, and the sleeping bag didn’t let him shift the way he wanted. Gwen grunted. It wasn’t painful. Just not entirely pleasant.
“Sorry, still learning,” he said.
He gave her a kiss of apology as he removed his hand. This time, he splayed his now damp fingers across the joint of her hip, using them to push the material aside slightly. The new placement gave his thumb free access to her folds and he exploited it. A sharp gasp left Gwen as he swirled his thumb around her clit, flicking over it before lazily trailing the digit deep into her folds. Her back arched as he dragged his thumb back up and circled her clit again.
The trail continued, but the speed and pressure he used changed with each pass. It didn’t take long for her body to chase the sensation. Her hips bucked as she fisted her hand into his hair. With a smile on his lips, Jamie allowed her to pull him forward. At the last moment, she turned her head, rubbing her cheek against his stubble.
“We need a bed,” she gasped.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Want to feel your stubble as you suck my breast.”
“Well, god damn,” Jamie groaned. “You’re killing me woman.”
He placed warm, wet kisses on the parts of her he could reach, but it was far too cold to do what she asked. Still, she cupped his jaw and began to massage softly, toying the pads of her fingers over the stubble.
“I’m starting to think you have a kink.”
“Didn’t a few days ago,” she gasped, before she could think about how damn smug that might make him.
His hand left her, snapping her back to attention. It was another case for a warmer climate. She really wanted to watch him slide the condom down his shaft. To watch him touch himself while looking at her like he was now. She squirmed, pulling at her long johns to try and give him more access as he shifted on top of her.
Their eyes met, and for a moment the air stilled. He was waiting for something, but she couldn’t think of what. All that existed within her now was a primal, desperate need that gnawed at her insides like a trapped animal.
Not wanting to make the material ride up, she hooked her legs around his knees instead of his waist and hissed, “Come on. Jamie. Please.”
Jamie lunged forward to kiss her. She almost cried with relief when she felt the head of his cock trail over her clit and slip down between her folds. She gripped his hips until her fingers ached, and he ever so slowly pushed forward.
He had barely entered her before he pulled back and played his cock over her clit again. She pushed her hands through the gap in his long johns and dug her nails into his rear. A sigh of relief rushed from her as he pushed inside again. Her insides stretched to accommodate his thick length, burning like a well-worked muscle, felt deeply but without pain. She screamed a curse to the snow ceiling when he pulled out again.
Jamie burst into laughter, clamping one hand over her mouth until the tirade of her profanity simmered out. With an angry glare, Gwen pushed his hand aside. She was about to ask what the hell his problem was when he glanced over his shoulder at the door. Oh. Right. Her brother was only a few feet and a bit of frozen water away.
“Do you think they heard me?” she squeaked.
“Probably not.” At least he had the decency to try not to laugh. “The wind’s pretty loud.”
“This is your fault.”
“Mine?” Holding her gaze, he lined himself up. She felt him there, thick and warm and melting her brain with want. “You’re not really mad at me, are you?”
“Shut up.”
He pushed in, his eyes fluttering as a long sigh escaped his barely-parted lips. The wondrous sensation began once again as he drove deeper than before. This time, Gwen was ready for him to pull back. With her legs locked around his and her grip on his rear, she yanked him forward. He rocked with the sudden jolt, his cock filling her to the brim, his body coming flush against hers.
Gwen’s head snapped back as she choked back a cry, her body squirming under his as she adjusted. For a moment, it seemed like it took all of Jamie’s energy just to keep from crushing her. Even lifting his head was too much of an effort. He couldn’t even muster it when Gwen rolled her hips, although a long, grunted sigh pulled from his chest. He still refused to move.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
A new warmth washed through her. She twisted her head and rained kisses down along his shoulder.
“You’re not hurting me,” she promised. “It feels good. I want more.”
“So damn greedy,” he chuckled.
Her frustration began to mount again as Jamie shuffled and shifted. After a bit of awkwardness, he managed to wrap his arms around her, his forearms serving as her pillow. Meeting her for a deep kiss, he began to move. Once more, they fell into a rhythm, this one the actualization of the promise.
Each thrust was slow, but deep. It felt like he filled her to the brim, every last inch of her being reaching deep enough that she swore she could taste him in the back of her throat. The tight position required some shifting, but had its benefits. Each thrust ground against her mound, sending sparks alight and her mind reeling.
Time lingered and stretched. The world narrowed until all that seemed real was what existed within the ice cave. The pace they formed was lazy, but perfect. Gwen clutched at him, never able to settle her hands on one place for too long. Her muscles began to clench as his movements brought her closer and closer to the precipice.
She quivered, breaking their kisses long enough to beg and plead for something she couldn’t define. There was a need for something more, and a consuming desire that he continue as he was.
Jamie chuckled into her shoulder. “Greedy.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re the one moaning to the rafters.”
“That’s you.” It didn’t help her argument that her reply was broken with a high gasp.
Their pace picked up. Their thrusts became sharper. Stronger. Gwen could barely take a full breath. Every attempt ended up turning into a staggered shout or curse. And Jamie never failed to laugh at each one.
“Shut up,” she snarled as she pulled him down close.
He buried his face against her neck, licking at her skin e
ven as he chuckled. They moved faster, their leisurely pace morphing into a desperate rut.
“I like it,” he said. “I know I’m doing something right.”
She pressed her hand against his mouth, but it didn’t really work to silence him. As if transferred by touch, she laughed every time he did, the vibrations making her moan anew. Somewhere along the line, she lost track of little things such as words or volume. She didn’t know what she was saying, only that her lips were moving and that she made him smile and laugh and thrust into her with increasing desire. Her body twisted and coiled, pulled taut as the sensations within her grew, climbed, and came together into a tiny pinpoint of a nebulas. Jamie reared back just enough to catch her eyes before he lunged forward for her mouth again.
He thrust twice more, and the pinpoint exploded out, a hail of sparks and fire that rattled Gwen’s lips and left her breathless. The tension that had held her solid ran from her like a tide, ebbing out, wave after crushing wave, until she was left completely limbless upon the snow-covered ground. Jamie shook on top of her, his mouth sealed over hers to muffle his own shout of release.
Neither of them had any energy left to speak, and barely enough to move. So, they just curled around each other, shared a few happy smiles and uncoordinated kisses, and let sleep find them as they were.
Chapter Eighteen
Jamie stirred at the encroaching chill that worked its way across his skin. The sensation was enough to draw him from his sleep, but couldn’t compete with the feel of Gwen against him. They were tangled around each other, their heat captured by the sleeping bag to create a slip of paradise against the frightening chill.
He wasn’t quite sure when he had slipped his hand under the thin layer of her long johns, but her breast was now neatly tucked against his palm. He gave it a gentle squeeze just to feel the resistance and roll her nipple between his fingers. She sighed contently and shifted against him.