BLIZZARD NIGHT
“What a dark morning”, she thought still feeling sleepy and a bit lazy. She was stretching under the puffy blankets trying to wake up. It felt cosy in the clean hotel sheets. She looked beside her: the bed was empty; she could hear the shower in the distance. She closed her eyes and thought of the previous night, when she had arrived at the cabin.
She loved that resort in the mountains and the special feeling she would get there was something she wanted to share with him ever since they had got together, earlier that year in spring.
Against all odds, he had been caught up with work and they had to postpone their trip for a week. When she had finally packed everything and was about to buy the airplane tickets, he had announced her there was still something to finish at work and he would catch the first flight out.
“But that is two days from now! They announced a blizzard for tomorrow! The airport will be closed.” She tried to fight it through, but he was unmovable. That was a feature of his she both loved and hated.
“Go and wait for me there,” he said demanding. “I will come as soon as I can.” She sighed, but obeyed without any more fussing.
The trip took longer than she expected, and despite thinking it was because of the bad weather, deep down inside she knew she was a bit frustrated and angry that it was because he didn’t come along when she wanted him.
After a two hour flight delay in the local airport, she had experienced a very turbulent flight. By the time she reached the destination, she wished she had taken the car. She would have made a six hour car trip, but at least she wouldn’t be stuck in airports for nearly twice as long.
The taxi she had ordered was late due to the heavy snowing and when it finally reached the airport, she had already been waiting for it for more than three hours.
She was snappy and all she wanted to do now was to just relax in a hot bubble bath and then take a long nap, hoping that he would be able to come sooner than he had told her.
She wanted to have some winter fun: ski down the mountain, catch the bus for the ride back to the hotel, get a hot cocoa by the hotel’s fireplace, have an entertaining conversation with him and then have a hot bath together that would lead to a good all-night sex.
Apparently all that she would get for the next two days was everything but the conversation and the sex, exactly what she needed the most.
To hotel where she had made the booking was part of a bigger resort and was composed of twenty small cabins, each with their own bathroom, a small bedroom and a large living room with a fireplace in which a real wood fire would be made on demand. She loved the wood fire and the outside sight: the mountains barely visible from behind the fir trees in front of the cabin.
The picturesque view of the cabin and surroundings she always admired couldn’t bring her morale up this time. She wanted him. Preferably inside of her throbbing while she would squeeze him tight.
She was tired from the road and just wanted to get a long bath. After a half an hour waiting line to check-in the hotel, she finally got hold of the key of the cabin she had booked.
She was moving slowly through the blizzard cursing under the breath the receptionist for giving her the farthest cabin in the whole hotel complex.
When she had finally reached the cabin, she had trouble unlocking as the lock had frozen. “Argh, if only he was here too!” She muttered annoyed.
She opened the door and to her utter surprise, he was waiting for her on the sofa, in front of the wood fire she didn’t see from outside because of closed drapes.
She saw in the dim light from the fire that he wore a lumberjack shirt, sleeves rolled up almost to his elbows, and rugged jeans. He was barefoot and on the small round wooden table there was a glass of whiskey.
“What are you doing here?” She demanded shocked.
Without turning to her, he said in a low hoarse voice:
“Close the door, the wind will kill the fire.”
She just noticed that not only the wind, but also a lot of snow got inside while she was contemplating him lying so relaxed on the sofa.
She got in and put down her luggage next to the door. She turned her back at him and got off her ski jacket and the hat, hanging them on the holder on the wall. As she was unrolling the thick scarf from around her neck, she said coyly:
“You said you have...”
She didn’t hear him approach her. Before she was able to finish her words, he had taken both her hands and put them onto the wall in front of her. His strong well-built body pushed her against the wall. She could feel through her ski pants that he was hard underneath his tight jeans.
“...work to do.” She finished muttering, but her voice died out as his mouth caught her ear and started nibbling on it.
He whispered giving her goose bumps and making her pulse in her underwear:
“If you move your hands from here, I am going to punish you. So be a nice girl.”
She could barely mumble a soft “Yes, sir” that he was already taking her pants down.
She could hear the awful blizzard blowing outside.
He untied her shoe laces and in a few, very well controlled movements, he had taken her boots off. She had coloured knee high socks which he had admired for a second before running his fingers from behind her knees up to her bum, caressing the soft skin of her legs.
His breath was enough for her to know he wanted to get inside of her as soon as possible.
The warmth of her body was extremely enticing for him and he wanted to soar, but he also wanted to play with her a bit more. He wanted to punish her for not trusting him enough to know he wouldn’t let anything come in the way of their four day holiday in the mountains.
He finally reached her intimate parts. He could feel through her panties how wet she was. He smiled and as he slid one finger inside her, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.
Her cheeks were red and she was breathing heavily. She was clenching her fingers on the wooden wall panels, trying to grasp something, but all she could do was to scratch the wood.
He touched her cheek with his as he slid the second finger inside. She moaned and her eyebrows rose high above her closed eyes.
“There, there...“ He said softly. “You are not as wet as I thought you’d be. I guess you don’t really want me.”
“I do want youuu” her words became a squeak as thrust her.
“You do? How much?” he continued demanding.
She wasn’t able to tell him in words. Her moans took over as he slid his thumb in her ass. His hand was still tight in her hair and he started nibbling on her ear once more. She started trembling and felt the need to beg him to thrust her not with his fingers, but with his dick.
“Please... fuck... me.”
“Oh?” He smirked. “You want to be fucked?”
“Yes, I beg youuu... Get your dick inside me!”
He sneered and pushed her head forward while in the same time his fingers pulled her pelvis back.
“If you move one inch, I will bite hard,” he threatened and he got onto his knees and started eating her from behind. She was getting wetter and started dripping on his face. He enjoyed this as her intimate smell and taste brought him a perverted pleasure he yearned. He licked her legs right next to the labia and then he bit them softly, making her tremble.
Her hands were still on the wall and he could hear her nails scratching the wooden panels as he was playing with her clitoris. He fingered her so skilfully and licked every inch of her ass until he felt her become tense. He knew she was about to finish in his hands and on his face, but he didn’t want her to squirt just yet.
He got up and untied his belt and quickly pulled down his pants. He was straight and strong and full with desire. He was ready to penetrate her. He couldn’t think of anything else but how to get faster inside of her.
He got in easy because she was extremely wet. Her insides were hotter than he imagined and for a moment he pulsed inside making her moan harder. She hadn’t made a move since he demanded so and he was impressed to how obedient she was.
He started moving slowly forwards and backwards, almost getting out entirely each time. Her breath intensified and he felt her squeezing him tighter with every trust he made.
He wanted to see her face now. He got out of her and she sighed surprised. He turned her around and took off her thick pullover. He breasts were framed beautiful by the simple gray cotton bra she wore. He loved that she knew how to dress according to the weather. He found it extremely sexy. He admired her for a moment and ran his fingers on her cheek reaching her lips and pushing them inside her mouth. They were wet with her intimate fluid. She licked every finger and in the dim light the wood fire gave, he found the gesture arousing.
He pushed her against the wall again and lifted her up, her legs surrounding his waist. He penetrated her again and her head went backwards with pleasure.
He knew what to do to make his woman cum. He grabbed her bum and slid one finger inside her ass. He could feel his own dick inside of her and the feeling of being inside of her in more than one way was one of his perversions she also loved.
He took her from the wall and carried her in front of the fireplace. There wasn’t any carpet in front of it so he put her down slowly on the wooden floor and then he grabbed one of the cushions from the sofa and placed it underneath her lower back.
Her pelvis was now high and he could fuck her as hard as he liked and he could see her reactions in the same time. He leaned forward and kissed her lips softly and then straightened up, thrusting her hard.
She wanted to see so she supported her upper body onto her elbows. He was continuously thrusting her hard and even though he knew she was close to finishing, he wanted her to squirt; and squirt on him for that matter.
So he licked his right hand thumb and started rubbing her clitoris. Soon she was out of breath and she yelled:
“I’m cumin’!”
He smirked and thought: “me too”.
He continued rubbing her clitoris, even if his hand started having cramps until she let go of all her tension, frustration and stress.
She had a strong orgasm; she looked him in the eyes as she was squirting all over him. When her body finished trembling, he thrust a few more times and she could now feel him throb inside her, filling her up.
She curved her back, rubbing her clit against him and enjoyed the feeling of having him inside and the warmth. When the throbbing was gone, she lifted herself up and while still having him inside, kissed his lips softly.
“Hi, there!” she said smiling.
“Go wash. I want to see you from behind.” He demanded smiling.
She got up and walked to the bathroom, all the while his sperm was sparkling in the light of the fire whilst flowing downwards from between her legs. When reached the bathroom door, she turned around to see him and saw the most beautiful perverted smile he ever had. She smiled back.
After a quick shower, she was waiting for him naked under the blankets. He came stark naked and kissed her lips and demanded she turned around. He grabbed her waist and pulled her near him. She could feel his chest against her back.
They lied in perfect silence listening to the outside blizzard, no words needed to be spoken.
Soon both fell asleep.
