by Hunter King
It’s a stupid idea, of course, but the very thought of it brings a little heat between my legs.
Connor kisses me again, and in the middle of it I swear I can feel his cock throb. Or maybe it’s the blood pulsing inside of it, or it could be my clit reacting eagerly to having this unexpected man-hardness pressed against it.
What I do know for certain is that this kiss is miraculous. Connor is an extraordinary kisser, and the fact that he felt the passion in my kissing makes me deliriously happy. “You kiss like you’re fucking” is how he described it, and hearing that would have melted me in any other environment. I’ve actually had guys tell me I kiss too aggressively, that I should tone it down and let them set the pace. That’s a total crock of shit; if I’m excited about a kiss, I’m going to make sure my kissing partner knows it.
I realize my lips are warm, and I stop kissing Connor and press my cheek against his. In no time, the flesh there warms up as well.
I think I may have stumbled upon a physiological property I was previously unaware of: The flesh of two cold bodies touching each other is warmer than either of them individually. At least that’s how it feels.
But how do I act on that? Or should I even mention it as a possibility? I know I’ll freeze if I take my clothes off, even with a naked Connor on top of me. This is stupid.
You’re delirious, Pearl. Try to relax.
Then I get a really nasty extended shiver that leaves me with no choice.
“Are you okay?” Connor asks. His lip is quivering.
“Connor, I’m freezing. Do you think we might be warmer if we open our jackets and press our bodies together, skin-to-skin?”
He manages a grin. “That has to be the strangest pickup line I’ve ever heard.”
“Whatever. I can’t stay like this. I’m cold as fuck and willing to try literally anything.”
“Well, when you put it like that…”
Now I’m the one grinning. I think I like this guy.
And yes, I totally realize that “I think I like this guy” is a strange-as-fuck thing to say about the man whose hard-on is rubbing against you and making you wet, but this isn’t a normal situation.
Connor lifts off me and a rush of frigid air comes between us. I tell him, “We have to make this quick, before we both freeze to death.” I sit up and start to unzip my ski jacket. As I do, I look out the gondola car and see that a nearly full moon is rising and beginning to cast its silvery light across the mountainside. “Look,” I say, pointing behind Connor.
He turns and says only, “Wow.”
“Hurry up,” I say. He turns to see my jacket open and my insulated long-sleeve shirt pulled up to my neck. As he opens his own jacket and pulls up his inner layer, I can’t help but notice the perfect sprinkling of hair on his chest and leading downward across his belly and beyond. I tug my sports bra to my neck and expose my breasts and their achingly erect nipples.
Connor pauses to stare. “Connor!” I say, and he snaps back to attention and lowers himself over me, using his jacket and the sides of mine to protect us as much as possible from the cold air.
It’s pure bliss.
I don’t know whether it’s because the alternative—freezing to death—is so scary, or maybe this little bit of warmth is just enough to kick in my pleasure sensors, but I have never felt so good to be semi-naked with a man before.
“This is nice,” I say, my voice floating on a little puff of condensed breath.
“Definitely.”
“And how dare you gawk at my boobs while I’m freezing to death. What is wrong with you?”
“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. I noticed them this morning and had no idea that just hours later I’d get a chance to check them out.”
I punch his arm playfully. I actually understand the fixation, as it’s one I’ve dealt with all my life. Guys love big tits, especially when they’re young and firm. But I felt like I had to reprimand him for stealing a peek. It’s not like we’re lovers.
No, we’re not lover. We’re just two people lying nearly naked against each other while his cock is hard as steel and resting directly on top of my beginning-to-get-excited clit. I wonder what happens if we’re here like this all night. Will he need to go to the ER in the morning after having a ten-hour erection? I know so little about dicks, and I remind myself that it’s high time I begin to learn more. I need to take dick-lessons.
Not tonight, though. Despite our current situation, I don’t know Connor well enough to go beyond using him as a giant heating pad. A heating pad with a cock attachment.
“Is that thing ever going to go away?” I ask.
“What thing?”
Surely he’s joking.
“This thing,” I say, thrusting my mound forward to make my point. The second I do that I realize what an overtly sexual gesture it was and feel instantly awkward.
“Oh, that,” Connor says. “It’s hard to say—no pun intended. It kind of has a mind of its own, especially when I’m attracted to someone.”
Hearing him admit that makes my breath hitch.
“You’re saying you’re attracted to me?”
He answers my question with another. “What do you think?” His cock flexes against me once, then again. Is he doing that on purpose? If so, he should stop because my body’s going to respond with warm wetness any second.
“I don’t know if you’re like that all the time,” I say.
“Pearl, if a woman gets me this hard in twenty-degree weather, it’s a sign I’m insanely attracted to her.”
“Noted,” I say with a smile. “Hey, I really do feel a little warmer now. Still cold, but not about-to-die cold.”
“Yeah, same here. But we can’t stay like this all night.”
“No?”
Connor responds with another long, intense kiss, and throughout the entire thing I feel his cock steadily throbbing against my clit, each pulse making me a little more crazed with desire.
Connor
One more kiss like that and I very well could lose control.
This chick is perfect, and that’s not a word I use lightly. Hell, Pearl is beyond perfect. Her body is exceptional, she’s funny and doesn’t hold grudges, at least not for very long. And she’s so achingly beautiful. I stare down into her face in the moonlight streaming through the window and know I’ve never seen someone like this before. She could be a painting in a museum.
And if I’m not careful, I might splooge in my underwear at any moment.
“You okay, Connor?” Pearl asks. “You’re staring at me and you look lost in thought. Please don’t go crazy on me up here.”
I laugh. “No danger of that. I just can’t believe I’m in a situation like this. And with a woman like you.”
“Mmm… I like the way that sounds coming out from between your blue lips,” she says.
“Yours are, too,” I tell her. “Or at least they look blue in the moonlight.”
We stare at each other for a moment, trying to tell the difference between blue and moonlit silver.
“My god, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I say. I didn’t plan on saying it; it just slipped out because some part of me wanted her to know that’s what I was thinking.
“You’re just saying that because we’re almost naked. You’re hoping you’ll convince me to go further.”
“I mean it, Pearl.” Our eyes are mere inches apart, her breath warming my lips whenever she utters a word. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I think the cold it getting to you,” she replies. “And you probably say that to all the girls.”
“No. I’m perfectly fine. And I’ve never said that to anyone before now.”
Pearl studies my face for the longest time. Our eyes trying to read each other, to see if this is really headed the way it seems to be heading. Then she smiles as if she’s reached a conclusion, and that smile goes right to my heart. “Maybe it’s just that all the blood is gone from your brain because it’s down here.”
She does that thing again, lifting up to press herself against my cock.
“You really shouldn’t do that, Pearl.”
“Do what?” she says mischievously. “This?”
Against she lifts to press against me. So she has a dirty side, too. I might never want to say goodbye to her.
“Stop. Or you’re asking for trouble.”
She looks me right in the eye and slowly lifts her hips, swiveling her pelvis to grind against me.
“Maybe I want trouble,” she says, half-moaning.
“We’ll freeze.” Damn my practical side.
“We don’t have to get naked, but I think we can make it work if we’re careful enough.”
“Are you really suggesting—”
“Connor, shut up and fuck me before I change my mind.”
Pearl
I feel deliciously slutty.
This man, this weird-as-fuck situation we’re in, those intense kisses, the feeling of our flesh rubbing together while surrounded by the bite of ice-cold air, his sweet compliment (even if it was probably hallucinogenic because he’s freezing)…
It’s all too much. I want some release, and to be honest I’m also hoping the muscle movement might warm me up, because I’m still freezing my ass off up here.
Connor doesn’t have to be told twice. He lifts up to where he’s kneeling on the bench between my legs. And of course he’s staring at my tits.
“You’re going to have to stand up,” I say. “I need to get my pants down.”
“Sure,” he says, snapping out of his breast-induced trance. He stands and begins to undo his pants. Mine are pretty simple compared to his; I just pull down on both sides and don’t stop until my ski pants, long thermal underwear, and panties are all bunched down by my ankles. The cold air comes rushing in as I pat myself on the back for having gotten waxed a few days ago. Sure, I did it on the off chance that Brett Carnegie might get drunk and—
Whoa. I am looking at a very hard, very BIG cock.
Oh my god.
“Lie back down,” Connor says. “It’s cold as fuck and we’re pretty exposed now.”
I lie on the bench, which is cold against my bare ass. At least we’ve warmed it up a little by lying on it for the last couple of hours. Connor moves over me, sliding his hips between my thighs as he simultaneously tries to bring his coat back over us. I feel sorry for him because I know his ass is exposed to the cold, but something tells me he won’t mind.
He grins as he lowers himself against me. “And you’re one to talk about gawking.”
Shit. He caught me staring.
“I’m sorry, but it’s just so… so BIG.”
“Is that a problem?” he asks. I can’t tell if he’s being facetious, but I am a little concerned.
“I don’t know,” I reply. “I’m just wondering how that thing will… you know… if we can make this work.”
He plants a soft kiss on my forehead. “We’ll be fine,” he says, and I relax a little. I guess no woman has ever been killed by a giant cock before. At least not that I’m aware of.
His hands slide between us and I feel him removing a glove. A second later, his blissfully warm naked palm caresses my breast and sends shivers of pleasure down my body. His cock finds its spot again, this time pressing directly on my clit with no layers of clothing between us, and it feels divinely hot and rigid. A flood of wetness descends on me and my breath stops for a moment to take in all these different sensations, not the least of which is the frigid air on my lower legs.
Having nearly brought me to a spasm by softly stroking my nipple, Connor’s hand starts to slowly make its way down my body. By the time he reaches my belly, I’m about ready to explode with desire. I’m also concerned about how much time we can realistically spend with some of our body parts exposed like this. I don’t want to be the reason Connor gets frostbite on his ass.
I reach down and grab his wrist, stopping its descent. “I don’t need foreplay; I’m ready now. And it’s obvious you’re ready.”
He gives me a sexy little smile and lowers himself slightly, bringing the tip of his cock against my slippery slit. It feels so good, I’m tempted to tell him just to leave it there. I know he’ll want more, though, and I need to fight past this fear of the unknown large dick I’m suddenly grappling with.
He begins to push, his big head sliding between my lips.
“Wait,” I say. “Let me do it.”
I’m so excited and afraid I can barely manage to breathe. I reach down between us and my still-gloved hand finds his hard-on. Okay, to be honest it was impossible not to find. I wrap the glove around him and am shocked by how large and how hard he is.
I spread my legs wide and guide his cock to my opening, rubbing it along my slit first to slicken it up.
“Okay,” I whisper, removing my hand. “Slowly at first.”
“Pearl,” Connor says, his voice confident and authoritative, “I know what I’m doing. Take a deep breath and relax.”
My heart melts a little at the strength of his words and I begin to feel a sense of calm wash over me. I also feel a sense of cold climbing up my exposed shins.
Then Connor enters me, and I forget about everything except the exceptionally hard cock that’s slowly penetrating me.
He proceeds slowly and gently. Just when I begin to feel pressure, he kisses me again, hard this time. Now he’s the one whose kiss feels over-the-top sexual, and I kiss him back even more eagerly than before.
Connor is by far the best kisser I’ve ever shared lips with. In fact, he’s so good that it’s not until he stops kissing me and looks into my eyes that I realize how far inside me his cock is.
“See?” he says with a smile. “You still okay?”
I can’t help but grin. “More than okay.”
“Good. Then let’s heat things up a little.”
Connor
Pearl’s cunt feels exquisite wrapped around my hard-on. I don’t know how much longer I could have waited to get inside of her.
Here we are, stuck in a lift gondola halfway up Bachelor Mountain in the freezing cold, her on her back on a wooden bench and me on top with my butt exposed to the elements. Yet despite the weirdness of our situation, my cock is as hard as it’s ever been. And right now, it’s almost all the way inside of this amazing woman.
I begin to thrust slowly, then back out a little. Pearl moans in pleasure, and it’s like music to my ears. I lower my mouth to her breast and take her hard nipple into my mouth, running my tongue across it. Her gloved hand slips behind my head and pulls me against her. When I give her the gentlest of bites, she responds with an even louder moan and tilts her hips up, urging me deeper.
I oblige her, and we’re soon rocking that bench pretty hard. I do my best to keep the jacket over us, but it’s a lost cause. Eventually, I change my focus to holding on to Pearl as I fuck her more and more forcefully. She also seems oblivious to the cold and is writhing her hips under me to meet mine with each powerful thrust.
Her moans grow louder. “Don’t stop,” she implores me, “I’m getting close.”
I’m close, too, but I focus on holding back as I pound her with everything I’ve got. She takes it all, every inch, like a champ and is actually fucking me back just as hard.
This woman is a beast and I love it.
“Connor…” Her voice is filled with lust and need. I kiss her again and seconds later I feel her coming, her walls clenching around my hard-on as she moans into my mouth. Her arms pull me against her, and her strong legs surround my ass, urging me to keep going.
I’ve never before kissed a woman while she was having an orgasm, and it’s an intense experience. When Pearl reaches her peak, her tongue stops moving as her body spasms underneath me. She moans louder inside my mouth while I hammer my cock in and out of her.
Eventually she comes back down to Earth and her tongue re-engages with mine with a display of passion I’ve never seen in a woman. I slow my thrusts a little to allow her to
catch her breath.
Pearl breaks the kiss and looks in my eyes. “That was incredible.”
I smile. “Mmm… glad you liked it. There’s a lot more where that came from.”
“My god, I hope so.” She clenches her pussy around my cock, sending a shiver up my spine.
“Did you come?” she asks, her eyes twinkling in the silver moonlight.
“Not yet.”
“Come inside me, it’s okay.” Her voice is full of wanton lust.
That’s all I need to hear, and I begin thrusting again. It’s a completely different feeling when you’re fucking for your own orgasm after the woman you’re with has already gotten off. Pearl keeps staring at me and says, “Don’t stop. I want to look into your eyes when you come.”
I’d never met this gorgeous woman until about twelve hours ago, and now I’m pounding her hard as I stare into her luscious eyes. There’s a feeling—a genuine connection between us—that keeps surprising me, and staring at each other from this range during an intimate act like this just deepens that feeling.
“Give it to me, Connor. Come in me.”
Pearl’s words push me over the edge and I groan loudly as I spray hot cum inside of her. Lots of it, apparently, because this orgasm just keeps going and going. I continue to fuck her and suddenly see a look in her eyes.
“Oh my god. I’m gonna come again.” Her body attacks mine with renewed intention, and I pound her even harder in response. A second later, she absolutely loses it, screaming my name over and over as she comes even harder than before. We fuck hard like that for a solid minute before we start to slow.
When we finally come to a stop, we’re still staring into each other’s eyes. It’s an amazing thing to come together while peering into your lover’s soul, and I know immediately that I’ll never forget this moment.