A Week in the Snow

by Gwen Masters

  “I’ve never made love in the shower with anyone else.”

  Richard grinned against her forehead. “Me, neither.”

  “Let’s go, then.”

  “Sleep first.” His voice was so tired; she didn’t have the heart to tell him she was wide awake. She lay on his shoulder as he slept. She was used to the rhythmic snoring by now, and she liked the way he looked when he was asleep, so trusting and almost innocent. Soon her eyes were heavy too, and though she had been sure sleep wouldn’t come, it did.

  Chapter Eleven

  An hour later Richard woke to see Rebecca lying sprawled out on her side of the king-size bed. The bedside lamp was off and she was sound asleep, breathing so lightly that he had to press a hand to her ribs to make sure she was breathing at all. He got up and padded to the bathroom with a grin.

  “Wake up.” His voice came low into her ear, invading a good dream about a beach. “Your shower is nice and hot, Rebecca. Wake up and get in there with me.”

  The good dream of a beach turned into a very real, very good dream of Richard when she opened her eyes. She stretched hard, then sat up on the edge of the bed and looked around, disoriented.

  “Hotel room,” he said helpfully. “Clinton, Iowa. Just fucked me an hour ago and about to fuck me again.”

  “Oh.”

  “You told me you love me.”

  “I remember that part.” She smiled and ran a hand through his hair. She could hear the pounding of the water in the shower, beckoning her to get underneath it and get dirty.

  She stretched again, revelling in the little aches and pains of a body well loved, and followed him to the bathroom.

  The shower was small, but it fit both of them. Richard reached for the little bar of hotel soap and had a hell of a time unwrapping it, especially with one hand not quite up to par yet. “It’s not Fort Knox,” he murmured, and Rebecca laughed as she took the tiny bar from him.

  With deft fingers she freed it from the wrapping and turned it over and over in her hand, working up a thin lather. She put that lather on his chest and started to make circles with it, washing his body with slow hands.

  “That first night,” she mused.

  “Yeah?”

  “I got off while I was in the shower.”

  Richard threw his head back and laughed, the sound bouncing from the close walls of the shower. “I got off, too. You interrupted me that night.”

  “I did?”

  “You came up to knock on the door and ask if you could use the phone,” he reminded her, and she looked at him with wide, surprised eyes.

  “You were jacking off?”

  “I was almost at the finish line.”

  “Oh, God,” she laughed. “If only we had known then…”

  “I fantasised about you,” he admitted.

  “Did you really?”

  “It started out with fantasising about a woman at a sex toy store. Just some random chick who ran the counter. My fantasy was being the hottest stud she’d ever seen and she just had to have a piece of me among the dildos.”

  Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh.”

  “Well, I was in the midst of that when you came to the door, and after that the woman in my head was you.”

  “In a sex toy store?”

  “Why not?”

  She knelt in front of him, and Richard gave her a rakish grin. She grinned back and didn’t touch his dick. She set about washing his legs instead.

  “Was I good?”

  “You were really good.”

  “How were you having me?”

  Richard’s cock was getting hard at the memory. “You were bent over a display of something. I don’t remember what now.”

  “I fantasised about a man watching me as I took a shower, then coming up behind me and fucking me silly while I played with my clit and made myself come.”

  “Want to?”

  “What?

  “Want to let me watch you?”

  Rebecca stood up and smiled. “Turn around.”

  Richard did so, pressing his hands against the back wall of the shower. She worked her way down his back with the small sliver of soap, paying special attention to his ass.

  When she dipped a finger between his cheeks, he let out an embarrassed laugh.

  “Are you sore?” she asked sweetly, and he could feel himself blushing.

  “Yeah.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “Yes.”

  Rebecca worked her way down his legs. On her way back up, she slid her fingertips between his ass cheeks. He turned around and gave her a mock glare. “Your turn, smarty.”

  Rebecca lifted her arms above her head. Richard started with her chin, an excuse to kiss her again, and then started washing her body from top to bottom. He could use only his good, uninjured hand, so the washing took a deliciously long time. When she turned around for him to wash her back, she pressed one hand to the wall, and the other hand snaked down between her legs.

  Richard watched as she spread her legs wide, bracing them almost to the edges of the shower, and leant forward. She pressed two fingers into her pussy and let out a long, low growl.

  “Watch me,” she ordered.

  Richard leant back against the opposite wall, his eyes glued to her hand. She was stroking her fingers in and out, playing with her pussy the way he loved to do, but she was focusing on one particular spot—something on the inside, towards the front. He watched in fascination as her legs began to tremble the slightest bit, as her breathing got harder and her moans got louder.

  He reached down with his own hand and cupped his dick. The soap was very small by now, but it fit perfectly under his shaft as he closed his fingers around his manhood and started to pump his hand. The slickness of the soap made motion easy, and soon he was in a rhythm that matched hers.

  “In my fantasy,” she panted, “my dream lover came up behind me and rammed me with his cock.”

  Richard stepped forward, but she shot him a warning glance over her shoulder.

  “In this new fantasy,” she said, “my lover wants something else.”

  Richard watched as she bent lower, until her forehead was almost touching the wall. She slid her hand back until her fingers were covering her ass. The water rushed over her back and made a vee where the cheeks of her ass met. She played with the water for a moment, then slid one finger down her crack, until she was touching the tight rosebud between her cheeks.

  Richard stared as she teased herself with that finger, then slowly pushed it inside. He tightened his hand on his dick, watching as her finger sank deeper.

  Rebecca arched her back and rocked against her hand. She loved the stretching, the feeling of being full, and she loved doing it in front of him. She had never let anyone else see her do such a thing, but it seemed anything with Richard was more than okay. She pulled her finger out and pushed it back in, taking her time, making sure he was watching every move she made. When she looked back at him, the sheer lust in his eyes spoke volumes about what he wanted to do.

  “In my fantasy,” she said, “my lover wants to fuck my ass.”

  Richard’s dick jumped at the words. Rebecca pulled her finger out and then slid two inside, working a bit to get them in, stretching herself while he watched. She looked impossibly tight, as though she would never be able to get his cock in there. She pulled her fingers out, stretching her ass as she went, and then pushed them back in, harder this time. She moaned with the thrust and braced her legs wider against the shower walls.

  “My lover wants to fuck my ass,” she said. “Doesn’t he?”

  Richard stroked his dick, the soap working into a lather around it. He wondered if it would be enough, but the way Rebecca was moving against her hand, he wasn’t sure she would care. She was ramming her fingers into herself, moaning with every thrust. When she looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes were dark.

  “Fuck me there,” she ordered.

  Richard stepped up behind her and pressed his cock again
st her fingers. She grabbed him, stroked him once, and pushed the head of his dick against her ass. Richard watched as the tiny hole opened a little under the pressure, almost as if it were sucking at the tip of his dick. He swivelled his hips and the hole opened wider. Rebecca kept her hand on his cock, holding him tight while she guided him into her.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said over the roar of the shower.

  “The hurt is good,” she insisted, and pushed back against him. The sting and burn told her the head of his cock was almost in. Rebecca bit her lip and wiggled her hips. With just a little more pressure, the pain suddenly flared across her hips, making her gasp for breath. Then just as suddenly as it came, it was gone, replaced by a sweet, dull ache and the delightful feeling of fullness.

  Oh, God. It was perfect.

  “All the way,” she said.

  Richard pushed into her with one smooth, long stroke. He moved slowly, giving her time to adjust. Her ass was stretched tight around him, and he remembered the way it felt when she pushed the vibrator into him, the incredible pleasure that built and built until it overwhelmed him. He pulled out a little and pushed right back in. He grunted with satisfaction as his cock buried itself to the root in her ass. She suddenly braced both hands against the wall of the shower and thrust back at him, almost knocking him off his feet.

  “Turn off the water,” she panted.

  Richard reached behind him and did as she asked. The steady drip of the faucet kept pace with his thrusts, until the desire became too much and he went at her harder, faster. Her ass was a tight ring around his dick, deep and warm, holding him captive as he fucked her. His balls slapped against her cunt with every thrust, and soon the sound of their fucking was loud in the small space. The soap began to wear away and the thrusting wasn’t as easy, but still he kept on, unwilling to stop until she told him to. He reached under her, grabbed at her breasts and caught her nipples between his fingers.

  “Pinch them harder,” she hissed, and he did as he was told. Suddenly she yanked his hands away and murmured, “I can’t come this way.”

  “What do you need?”

  “More lube.”

  “Soap?”

  “No. I packed toys in our bag.”

  Richard slowly pulled out of her. She opened the door of the shower, her body still throbbing from the stretching invasion of his cock, and she stumbled to the bed. The overnight bag was beside it. She fumbled with shaky fingers until the side compartment opened, and she pulled out the bottle of lube. Handing it to him, she climbed on to the bed and spread her knees on the rumpled sheets.

  “Put it on me. Then fuck me, Richard. Hurry.”

  Richard took a moment to look at her. Her body was tense, tight, every muscle ready for pleasure. Her whole body was still wet from the shower but her pussy was the wettest part of all, glistening in the light of the bedside lamp. Her hair was wet and tangled, her cheeks were flushed, and her hands shook as she reached back and spread her cheeks with them. “Fuck me,” she said again.

  Richard spread lube on his cock, then on her. For a moment he wondered what other toys she had stashed away in that bag, but before the thought got all that far, he was standing behind her, staring at her ass as his dick pressed against it again.

  “Ram me,” she hissed at him. “Ram me, you fucker.”

  Richard thrust into her. The stretching of her ass around his dick was exquisite. She shrieked like a fireball as he buried himself deep. Never before had he been so rough, but when he grabbed her hips and gave her a second thrust, the way she slammed back at him said rough was exactly what she wanted.

  Rebecca’s ass burned like fire as Richard impaled her on his cock. She cried out with the pain, even as her pussy throbbed hard, wanting more. She thrust at him, taking some control back, and that made the sensations more pleasure than anything else. She had wanted this for a long time, and now that she had it she was determined to wring the last drop of pleasure from it. She bit her lip and concentrated hard as he rode her, milking the most from the sensation of his dick stretching her, every nerve ending alive and begging for more.

  She reached under herself, touched her wet clit, and growled one last command:

  “Come in me.”

  Richard closed his eyes and rode her hard. Her body rocked with every thrust. Her fingers played underneath them and every now and then she slid her hand even farther back to caress his balls. The wet slapping sounds of their fucking filled the room, and Richard thought nothing in the world had ever turned him on more.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Rebecca screamed out, and Richard pushed deep. The throbbing of her orgasm was clear, her ass pulsing around him as she collapsed on to the bed and cried out incoherent things. Richard was right behind her, the tight grip of her orgasm finally pushing him over the edge, and he emptied himself into her, the feeling so intense he could hardly breathe.

  After a long, silent moment, Richard carefully pulled out of her. She crawled into the centre of the bed and he followed, cradling her in his arms. Much to his surprise, she had begun to cry—deep, hard sobs that seemed so at odds with the pleasure of only a moment before.

  “Rebecca, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

  “No…”

  She buried her face in his shoulder. He held her and thought about what he might have done wrong, how he might have moved the wrong way, and tried to figure out if there was something he missed. Had she told him to stop? What if she had, and he had been too far gone into pleasure to hear the words? What if this was all his fault?

  “What have I done?” he asked.

  “You made me feel so good,” she whispered, and started to cry again.

  Rebecca had no idea how to explain why she was crying. She had certainly had anal sex before, and it wasn’t like this time was anything new or even all that different from the times before, with other men. But something about the way he treated her, even in the middle of an all-out fuck, touched her on a level that nobody else had reached. There was something about him that made their lovemaking, no matter how rough or kinky it got, feel like it was absolutely right. Maybe it was the tenderness and constant respect she had from Richard. Even if she was taking it up the ass, she always felt like she had her dignity.

  “If I hurt you, I’m so sorry,” he was saying now, and she reached up to touch his lips, shushing him with her fingertips.

  “You didn’t hurt me.” The tears were gone just as suddenly as they had come, but now she had a case of the giggles that threatened to overtake anything she might want to say. She bit her lip and struggled to keep the laughter under control. “You made me feel so good, and I don’t know how else to explain it…”

  The laughter took over, and suddenly she was howling with it, the chuckles as deep as the tears had been and just as uncontrollable. Richard stared at her for a moment, then smiled and relaxed into the pillows. The woman was acting completely nuts, and he loved it. He laughed with her and ran his fingers along her back until the mirth wore itself out.

  Rebecca hiccupped once and then lay down beside him, giggling.

  “That was a good cry, then?”

  She nodded. “A good cry.”

  “I’ve never understood women who cry after sex. I’ve never seen a woman cry after rough sex.”

  “I don’t understand it, either.”

  “Men don’t cry after sex, do they?”

  “Some do.”

  “I don’t think I ever have.”

  She gave him a wicked grin. “Then I just haven’t fucked your ass hard enough.”

  Richard blushed, which sent Rebecca off into another round of giggles. When they wore themselves down to a smile, she looked into his eyes and said, “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “Will you come see me? In Miami?”

  “Of course.”

  “When?”

  Richard smiled at her eagerness. “Give me a few weeks to make sure the paper is up to speed, and then I’ll come see you
for a weekend.”

  She cuddled into his side. She would have to leave soon, and she didn’t want to go. She tried to imagine facing all the mundane parts of her life in Miami, but she reminded herself that she still had him—it was no longer a fling that would end with a kiss and a hug as she left town, but a long-distance relationship that would give them time to nurture it and find out where it might lead.

  “Let’s not leave this room until we have to,” she said, and Richard kissed her forehead.

  “That sounds perfect,” he said.

  Chapter Twelve

  When the call came from the mechanic, Richard was lying in bed and Rebecca was in the shower, humming along to some tune in her head. Takeout boxes littered the little table in the hotel room. The television was on, turned to a news channel that neither one of them had bothered to watch. Richard was dozing off when his cell phone rang. Though he knew the call would come, his heart still fell a bit when he saw the number on the caller ID.

  “The car’s ready,” the mechanic said. “The seats will have to be replaced but they’re good to get her home, for sure. Turns out she needed two replacement tyres instead of one, so I used her new spare and put an old one in the trunk, just in case. No electrical problems, so she got off lucky.”

  “Thank you,” Richard said. “Can we pick it up this afternoon?”

  “If it’s after four. I’ll leave the keys up on the visor.”

  “That sounds great.”

  “You and the lady take care.”

  Richard hung up the phone just as Rebecca came out of the shower. Her hair was wrapped in a towel but her body was completely naked. “Who was that?”

  “Mechanic.”

  Rebecca’s lip suddenly quivered, but she got it together fast. “It’s time, then.”

  “You sure you have to be back? You can’t make it one more day?”

  She thought about the calendar on her desk, and how carefully she had planned her schedule in order to take this vacation time. One more day would mean rearranging a dozen different appointments, and that meant inconvenience at best, lost business at worst.