SNOWBOUND

by Rena Allcott

  She buried her face deeper, feeling his rod quiver against her cheek as she took still more of him between her lips. One hand clamped around the base, then dropped lower to fondle his testicles. He groaned and she replied by pumping him, slow and steady, deep into her mouth, then out to the threshold of her lips. Again and again she moved to an ancient rhythm, increasing her tempo.

  With a roar, Curtis clasped her head and moved it away. "Enough, love!" He lifted her and positioned her over his erect rod.

  Moaning with pleasure, Darcy slid down upon him, his length filling her in one, glorious stroke. Her moans grew louder as she rode him, reveling in the heat of his stiff member inside her, his hands teasing and caressing her clitoris and thighs.

  And then he fastened onto her breasts, pulling, massaging. And she was lost to him once more as orgasmic waves claimed her body and he rode her to his release.

  Exhausted, she bent over him and dropped onto his chest, then rolled onto her side. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms tightly around her. As the final shudders of their love faded away, they fell into the deep sleep of complete contentment.

  * * * *

  The wind howled throughout the night. Darcy stirred a few times, waking just enough to acknowledge it before she nestled deep in the heavy quilts and slept on.

  As morning dawned, she luxuriously stretched and rubbed her hands over her breasts and down her soft belly. A shudder of pleasure shot through her body. She turned on her stomach and buried her face where his body had laid. She breathed in the marvelous aroma of their love. A tingling worked its way through her body. She writhed with pleasure as the memories of the night before crowded in.

  The outside door opened and Curtis appeared, accompanied with a blast of frigid air. Darcy raised her upper body and looked at him over one bared shoulder.

  The door slammed shut and he left a trail of clothing in a straight line to where she still lay in the welcoming bed. Two hours later, he crawled out of their quilt-wrapped cocoon, replenished the fire, and put a coffee pot on the stove.

  "Would you like to bathe?" he asked, returning to her and rubbing her back.

  Darcy moaned with pleasure. "A bath? Sounds heavenly. But how? Where?"

  "Alan's an innovative person. He bought a Mexican hot water heater and attached a pump from the well to fill it." He motioned to a door Darcy had not noticed the night before. "It's through there."

  Darcy wrapped one of the quilts around her bare body and followed Curtis through the door. A clay structure stood off to one side. Curtis opened a door located at the bottom and began building a fire. "Pump that handle for me."

  Holding the quilt together with one hand, Darcy did as he asked.

  He finished building the fire and turned. Parting the quilt he placed hot kisses on her breasts and belly. She shivered with delight.

  Curtis paused in his adoration of her body, as if listening to something. Vaguely, she could hear water running through the pipes. With one last kiss, he left her, saying over his shoulder, "Turn on the tap so we can flush the pipes before we draw your bath."

  At first, the water smelled brackish, but soon it ran clear and cold. Darcy turned off the spigot and watched as Curtis lit the small pile of paper and kindling.

  He stood up and looked down at her, his blue eyes smoky with an unasked question. She stepped closer. He pushed the quilt down over her shoulders and watched it fall to the floor before crushing her willing body to his.

  Curtis dropped to his knees and buried his face into Darcy's silky blond curls.

  "Curtis, no, I need to bathe. " She attempted to push him away.

  He looked up at her. "I love the smell of you, the taste of you. I want all of you. Now."

  Darcy's knees threatened to buckle as he gently pushed apart her legs. His tongue danced up one thigh, flicked her clitoris, then circled its way down her other thigh and continued its descent to the soft skin behind her knee and on to her ankle.

  Ripples of pleasure pulsed through her as he returned to her center. Now, his hands gentled the sensitive skin of her inner legs as his tongue consumed her moist folds.

  She reached out, blind in her growing lust. Grasping the back of his head, she pressed his mouth deeper into her. His tongue jabbed at her hole, pushing in and out repeatedly, simulating the action of intercourse.

  Darcy couldn't hold back any longer. Rich waves of orgasm flooded her, juices flowed around Curtis' tongue and fingers. She wilted to her knees, his strong hands supporting her as she dropped. "Curtis, oh God. Curtis."

  He stood, lifting her to her feet, then turned her back to him. Before them stretched a full-length mirror. She watched their reflection with rising excitement as his well-tanned hands explored her breasts, slid down to her belly and finally, stroked the inside of her tender thighs.

  Darcy watched his magical fingers creep back up and enter her vagina. One finger, then two, inserted deep then back out. The sight of him manipulating her, the lust-crazed expression in his eyes, aroused her more than she'd thought possible. She began moving her hips in time to his finger dance, grinding down onto his hand, spreading her legs still farther.

  He grasped her shoulders and rotated her until she faced him once more. Reaching out with strong arms, he lifted her, settling her legs around his waist. She wrapped her legs tightly, feeling the tip of his penis bob against her clit. Hard and long it waited in the opening space between her legs.

  Curtis cupped her buttocks securely and turned them until they could both see in the mirror. "Okay?" he whispered.

  She barely nodded, settling her head into the curve between his shoulder and his neck as his hips jutted forward and he entered her. In the reflection of the mirror they watched as they moved together in the small crowded bathroom, Curtis' sturdy legs supporting their lust-drenched choreography.

  The water was steaming hot by the time the chorus of their final joyous moans finished echoing in the small bathroom. Luckily, the bathtub was big enough for both of them.

  * * * *

  It snowed all day.

  Darcy and Curtis found an old Monopoly game and invented new ways to pass "go." They feasted on tomato soup and stale crackers in front of a roaring fire. After lunch, Curtis braved the elements to shovel a path and collect wood.

  Darcy tried to watch out the window but the falling snow obscured her sight. After an hour, she grew worried and donned heavy, dark blue sweats retrieved from her bag. Then she wiggled and twisted until she could pull a dark blue-and-green plaid, wool sweater over her tumbled curls. Finally she tugged on her tall boots.

  Shades of black and white decorated the world outside. Falling snow obscured familiar landmarks. Even Darcy's car had blended into the landscape.

  She looked around nervously, searching for Curtis. After a few minutes, she began pacing the wooden porch, searching the winter wonderland full of odd shapes as she called out. "Curtis? Curtis? Where are you?"

  The wind swallowed her words with its insistent howl. She stepped off the porch into deep drifts. Swirls of snow plastered against her hair and eyelashes. She moved slowly in the direction of her car. Her foot caught on something hidden under the deep snow and she fought to keep her balance. She screamed, "Curtis!"

  He stepped out of the white swirls and gathered her in his arms. After carrying her back to the porch, he set her on her feet. "Now, young lady, you stay put. I don't want to lose you."

  The feeling's mutual, big guy. Darcy watched him pull an enormous dead tree onto the porch and retrieve the ax from the storage shed. After several minutes of fierce chopping, Curtis stopped and stripped off his heavy jacket. Five minutes later, he peeled off his wool sweater. Five minutes after that, he stopped, unbuttoned his collar, and rolled up his sleeves.

  "This is getting interesting." She giggled. "I didn't know a man chopping wood could also be a stripper!"

  He stopped chopping and looked over at her with a smile that set her heart beating overtime. "You want to give me a hand, sweetheart?
"

  Darcy's toes curled inside her leather boots. A warm flush rushed through her. "I'd rather do my stripping someplace warmer." He dropped the ax, pulled her into his arms, and headed for the door. "Hey, tiger, aren't you forgetting something?"

  "Forget something?"

  "Your coat? Your sweater? Whatever you were out here getting?"

  "Oh yeah, right." Shifting her to one hip with his right arm, he collected his outerwear. "You're gonna have to get the door, darling." He whispered into her ear.

  She shivered. "Oooh! Your beard tickles."

  "Want me to shave?" He stepped over the threshold, shut the door with his foot, and dropped the stuff on the floor so he could devote both hands to the business of caressing her. "For you, I would."

  "No way! That beard is definitely an asset." Darcy brushed his lips with her fingertips. "Especially when you go exploring."

  "Like now? For instance?" Greedily, he sucked her fingers into his mouth; his hands searched her tender flesh.

  The tremors deep within her body intensified. "Curtis!"

  He danced her across the room lifting her high in the air. Together they fell onto the rumpled bed. He made good use of his beard for the next hour to Darcy's intense satisfaction.

  * * * *

  When Darcy awakened the next morning, Curtis was already outside. The snowstorm had ended. Puffy white clouds decorated the deep blue sky framed in the skylight above her head.

  In the bathroom, she discovered Curtis had prepared hot water for a lovely shower. She sent him kisses as she stepped into the bathtub and stood in the steamy cubicle.

  Later, scrubbed clean and rosy, she cuddled in the white terrycloth robe she found hanging on the back of the bathroom door, and curled up on the bed waiting impatiently for Curtis.

  * * * *

  Darcy must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew, Curtis was emerging from the bathroom. She stirred, yawning and stretching. He knelt at the edge of the bed and uncovered her legs. Leaning over, he placed warm lips against the back of one of her knees.

  She trembled with joy.

  After kissing his way toward her feet, he took one of them in his hand and massaged it before placing his lips on its throbbing arch. "Oooh!" She moaned.

  He nibbled her toes. Ran his tongue up to her ankle, up past her knee to her thigh.

  The bathrobe flowed away from her writhing form, revealing the Venus mound awaiting his touch. She fumbled with the tie still holding together the top of the robe.

  He continued to work his way up her body. Loving nips and kisses set her skin on fire. She lay quivering, helpless before him.

  Darcy struggled out of the bathrobe sleeves and reached for him. Curtis came to her immediately, fitting himself into her curves and crevasses.

  He gathered her willing body to his and gently turned her around. On her knees before him, Darcy felt his erection press against her buttocks as he wrapped his hands around the insides of her thighs. Her vaginal walls contracted in anticipation as his fingers drew ever closer to the heart of her.

  One finger ran through her soft pubic hair, then dropped to her clitoris. His other hand spread open her delicate folds and the finger dipped inside her. A thumb began working her bud and as the finger eased into her passage. A second finger joined it, and Darcy felt the beginning of a climax stir.

  As his fingers pumped her, she rode his hand, muscles trembling with each stroke. She was on the brink. Just another few seconds...and his hands disappeared.

  Darcy gasped and started turning around when he pushed her forward until she rested on her elbows. He took her from behind, thrusting deep and sure, lunging against every edge of her passage.

  Her muscled trembled and twitched around his shaft as orgasm rippled through her body. Once, twice.

  Guttural groans rose from deep inside his chest. She sank down, thrusting her ass higher in the air, exposing all to him. He paused at her threshold, then stroked deep, his release signaled by a growling shout of triumph.

  Sweat-slick they collapsed into each other's arms.

  As soon as he was able to catch his breath, Curtis rose, picked up his towel and gently, with loving strokes, wiped her body dry. Pulling on his jeans and shirt, he smiled down at her. "Want something to eat?"

  "Yeah." She crawled out of the bed, pulled on the robe, and together they headed for the small kitchen area. "What's left?"

  "While I was outside, I remembered Alan had stored boxes of dehydrated food in the storage shed. So I dug my way over to it and sure enough, I found lots of good stuff."

  "Good stuff?"

  "Beef stroganoff, spaghetti with sauce, more beef stew, scrambled eggs, all kinds of goodies." Curtis grinned down at her, his blue eyes crinkling. "There's enough food here to last the rest of the winter." He rattled a package like a castanet. "Plenty to eat. Plenty of love. And I guarantee, plenty of laughter."

  "You've got a job to get back to. Remember?"

  "Yeah. I guess. But look, we can go back together. I'll clear up a few things and we'll both head for California. Or New York. Or wherever you want to go."

  "No, Curtis. If I go back to Denver now, I'm lost. I'll never get away." Darcy gently touched his face. "I love being with you. I love making love with you. I can't get enough of you." She took a deep breath. "But I can't go back. And you can't leave Denver like this."

  He put his arms around her and hugged her gently, resting his head on top of hers, rubbing his cheek back and forth. "I know, darling, but I don't want to lose you."

  "I don't want to lose you either. But I must get my life headed in the right direction. Believe me when I say, Denver-town is not the place for me to accomplish that."

  "You could stay with me. I'll protect you."

  "I know that, and I thank you for the offer. But don't you see? It just won't work." She brushed a red curl behind his ear. "You've got some big problems ahead of you at your job. I would only be in the way."

  He gathered her into his arms and kissed her. "And--?"

  "And...it's the wrong move for both of us."

  After a heartbreaking second, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their searching lips met. The kiss sweetened as their breathing quickened.

  He carried her to the bed and placed her on the quilts. After kissing her gently, he stared down at her for a long moment. "My God, you are beautiful, " he whispered.

  Darcy smiled, whispering back, "Thank you, kind sir." She pulled open her robe. "Would you like a guided tour?"

  "When is this tour going to start?" He questioned his breath quickening.

  "Almost immediately." She laughed, "I'm just waiting for you."

  He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.

  "Wait. Let me." She slid the rest of the way out of the heavy robe, stood on the bed, and kicked the robe over the side. Then, slowly, hips swaying, she walked back across the matress and stood, her head slightly above his. "The tour begins immediately."

  She leaned forward and unbuttoned his shirt. She slid her hands under the collar of his shirt and pushed it down his back.

  He opened his mouth and rubbed his lips over one of her breasts. Moving her hips, she thrust her pelvis against his chest. He slid his hands across her back rubbing and caressing, then slowly down, cupping her buttocks. Darcy cried out, joyfully, as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, pressing his willing body closer to hers.

  "Guess who?" Darcy asked with a laugh as she covered his eyes with her breasts.

  "No fair! I can't see!" He rubbed his face back and forth in the deep cleft between her breasts.

  Laughing, they collapsed together onto the rumpled bed. One of his pant legs remained stubbornly stuck to his leg. He rolled over and kicked it away. She followed his movement and rolled over on top of him.

  "Now I've gotcha!"

  He laughed, "Willingly. Do with me what you will." He traced a path from the tip of her chin, between her breasts, down to her navel, and finally the hidden cleft. Suddenl
y, he sobered, whispering, "I want you. "

  She stood, straddling his body. "You want me? You really want me?"

  He pushed himself up and trailed hot kisses up the insides of her thighs.

  A quiver worked its way up her legs to her belly.

  He lowered her until her opening rested inches above his mouth. He raised his lips to the soft moistness of her vagina, his tongue invading her dark warmth. She arched her back, her thighs closing on his head. He pulled her tighter to his face and held her powerless. His tongue continued its work, lapping her moisture, strafing delicate tissue. "Come for me, Darcy."

  "Curtis. Oh my God. Curtis." Darcy moaned.

  His tongue lashed across her slit. Again and again he bathed her opening.

  Darcy lost sense of time and space. Nothing existed but his mouth, but waves of arousal tearing into the pit of her stomach.

  "Come for me," she heard him whisper again. And she did, pulsing to an ancient beat, she hovered over his mouth, capturing his tongue inside her.

  Curtis eased her down on the bed and entered her. They moved together as one, a dance long and sweet as they gave all to each other. Darcy cried out again and again as Curtis worshipped her body. She felt strength pouring into her, just as his staff filled her. Nerve endings humming, Darcy answered his strokes, her soft wet velvet encasing his blood-engorged member, gripping, quivering.

  When he could hold himself back no longer, he shot his release into her, the explosion flooding her with pure joy. Their shouts echoed to the peak of the small A-frame cabin, and mingled with their tears.

  Gathered into his warm body, she dozed.

  * * * *

  Darcy awakened to hear Curtis murmur in his sleep, momentarily stirred. Then, he slipped deeper into slumber and she slid out of the rumpled bed.

  She quickly packed the few items she had left scattered around the small room, and crept quietly to the door. For a long moment she looked back at Curtis.