by Krista Wolf
And so very, very big.
“Ohhhhh…”
I gasped as he entered me, pulling my panties to one side and burying himself in my warmth and depth. It felt magnificent. Like I was being made whole again. I clawed his back to bring him closer against me, savoring the hot feel of his chest against mine as the wind howled in protest, just above us.
It was crazy. Beyond crazy! Spreading my legs for this guy I just barely knew… screwing him in some hand-dug snow shelter, after surviving an avalanche.
Yet it was SO. FUCKING. GOOD.
“Yes…”
I closed my eyes and clawed him tighter, reveling in the feel of having him so deep inside me. I could feel the big muscles of his back, all coiled beneath his skin. The two round globes of his beautiful ass, tensing and untensing as he drove in and out of me.
Morgan… this is wrong!
How many times had I told myself that? Too many, for sure. Because in all honesty, this wasn’t wrong. In fact, it felt nothing but right.
“Fuck me…”
I gasped and bit down on my tongue. Had I said those words? I had! And yet it was exactly what he was doing. The words should be no more shocking than the act itself, really. And the act…
I sighed and looked down. Yes.
I was definitely, definitely getting fucked.
“You’re so tight…”
I clutched his head between my breasts as he muttered the words. Spread my legs even wider, to draw him in deeper.
“God, you feel so amazing.”
My new lover fucked me slowly, deeply, getting the most out of every stroke. His cock was tantalizingly thick. It filled me perfectly, like we were meant to be connected.
And just outside — the snow. The sound of the wind, howling ferociously. As if it were looking for us… seeking us out. Two rogue escapees who’d slipped from its grasp.
I chewed my lip as he began screwing me faster, with even more speed and intensity. Somewhere beneath my naval, an orgasm was building. I could feel it forming, coalescing. Flowing out from between that sacred place between my legs in a wave of heat and lust and desire.
“Oh… Oh FUCK…”
I relished his scent, his heat, the feel of his body crushing against me, burrowing us into the snow. My pussy was impossibly wet. My clit — hot and swollen from the friction of our bodies rubbing so tightly together — suddenly felt like it was on fire.
You’re… You’re going to…
I gasped hard, unable to complete the sentence. Even internally.
You’re going to make…
“OHHHhhhhhOHHHhhhhh!”
My belly tightened as I exploded around him, losing myself in the fires of ecstasy. For several wonderful moments, everything went blissfully white. I saw stars. Actual stars… though the little hole cut above us, our only exposure to the outside world.
MY GOD!
Over and over I spasmed, squeezing him with muscles I didn’t know I had. And then, just as I was coming down, I felt him pulsing inside me. His own inevitable climax, triggered by mine.
“UNNNNGHH!”
His grunt was primal and animalistic. It originated from some deep, guttural place that I could somehow feel — somehow share with him — even if only for these few glorious moments.
“Yes…”
My hands found their way to the back of his head. I clawed him hard as he came, pulling his hair. Digging my nails into his neck as he kept on pumping, filling me with his seed.
MORGAN!
The voice was a scream now, a warning shriek that came far too late. A lamentation of my lack of protection, or at the very least, the loss of my innocence.
Yes, I’d had boyfriends. Yes, they’d fucked me.
But until now… until this moment?
No one had ever come inside me before.
Oh my God.
My legs were like jelly. They trembled uncontrollably, still wrapped around him. Everything was so incredibly wet, but deliciously hot too. So warm. So wonderful…
For a while I just lay there in absolute contentment, purring like a kitten. Feeling each gentle bounce as my gorgeous hero spent every last ounce of himself inside me. When he was finally done he looked down, and I gave him a smile. Then we kissed and kissed and kissed some more.
“I’m Shane by the way,” he told me sweetly, breathing his name into my mouth.
I smiled wickedly and sighed.
“I’m Morgan.”
Seven
SHANE
She slept soundly, nestled against my chest, ensconced in our little bubble of body heat. To be honest, the snow shelter had kept us much warmer than I ever imagined. I’d built quite a few back in Minnesota, just for fun.
But I’d never slept in one. Or fucked in one, either.
It was almost surreal, the way things worked out. The way we’d fallen into each other’s arms for warmth, for comfort, and then for something we needed a little bit more, too.
But hey, we were in college. Hormones and all of that. Even so, I got the impression she was a girl who didn’t do this often. If she even did it at all.
That part was endearing to me. That this cute girl I’d almost been buried alive with had opened up to me in ways she didn’t normally. And she was beautiful, inside and out. Soft amber hair, the color of sunset. Full, plump lips I could kiss all day.
And blue-green eyes. Oh, man. Those fucking eyes…
It was those damn eyes that had gotten me where I was. And where I was, right now at least, was fucked.
More like doubly fucked.
I didn’t know whether to kick my own ass or chuckle at my own cleverness.
The wind whistled and I glanced outside. A huge part of me was still very worried. The storm still hadn’t let up, and if anything, it had gotten worse. They’d be looking for us though. They had to be.
Right?
In truth I didn’t know. We were on the ass end of the mountain, on a trail I wasn’t sure was even a trail. I didn’t see a sign, a marker, anything at all. In fact, Jeremy had even laughed at me when I—
“Hey…”
My lover stirred sleepily, her cheek warm against my chest. There was a contented smile on her face. But it was a smile that quickly faded as she glanced around, and realized where we still were.
She bolted upright, “W—Wait. What time is it?”
“Daytime.”
She frowned. “Ha ha.”
“No really,” I shrugged. “I have no fucking clue. The sky is grey, that’s all I know. Bright grey instead of darker grey, which I guess would be morning.”
She peered outside, through the one tiny window of our little hollowed-out space. Everything was white and grey and blowing snow.
“We have to get out there,” she said. “We have to be seen!”
I shook my head. “No one’s gonna see us in this.”
She looked troubled, and a little crease formed between her eyes. It was adorable actually.
“But we can’t stay here,” she said, a little more frantically. She started to separate from me, and realized we were still practically naked. “We… uh…”
“We have to get dressed,” I finished for her, “and make our way down the mountain while we can still see something.”
Morgan nodded rapidly. She looked happy about my plan.
“So let’s uh… get ourselves situated.”
I pulled my boxers back up my legs, and settled my ski pants around my waist. Hers were still shredded in the front; two big tears from hip to ankle, courtesy of whatever rocks she’d happened to skid across during all the craziness. But those rips and tears had sure come in handy last night.
“D—Did you want your jacket back?” she asked, fixing herself.
“Nah.”
She smiled uneasily. “Good.”
Eventually we were face to face again, for the first time since last night. Staring at each other uncertainly.
“Listen uh… Shane?”
“Yes?”<
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“I’m— I’m not…” She hesitated, turning six different shades of red. “I mean, I don’t usually…”
I watched her squirm a few seconds longer before letting her off the hook. “Fuck the hell out of some perfect stranger after surviving an avalanche?”
She looked shocked by my boldness, but only for a second. “Yeah,” Morgan breathed gratefully. “That.”
“Me neither,” I smiled back. “Usually I wait until we’re rescued, then screw them in the hospital bed.” Her mouth opened and closed silently, so I winked at her. “Much more comfortable.”
She grinned, and somehow it lit up her whole face. Even in our dim little cave.
“You really think we’ll end up in hospital beds?” Morgan asked.
“Screwing?” I asked hopefully.
“No,” she said. “I mean… worse.”
“Not if I can help it,” I told her, as I smashed my way through the ceiling.
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Krista Wolf is a lover of action, fantasy and all good horror movies… as well as a hopeless romantic with an insatiably steamy, dirtier side.
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