Sex in the Snow

Sex in the Snow

Somehow Rowan and I ended up on the roof of the dorm building during a snowstorm. I had dared him to climb up with me, teasing, and of course I whispered, “This looks perfect for sex in the snow.” He froze for a second, that sly smirk spreading across his face, and grabbed my waist. “You really want that, huh?” he murmured, voice low, and suddenly my heart was flipping. The wind was blowing snow into my face, but I barely noticed.

I was too turned on by him, too aware of the way he was holding me, and the way his gaze made me feel like I’d been caught thinking about one of my dirty fantasy role play. “Maybe I do,” I whispered, and he laughed, dark and dangerous, brushing a hand down my back like he could claim me without touching me where it mattered most. The idea of sex in the snow had just turned into something thrillingly real.

The Snow Kept Falling

Rowan got closer to me, his hands gripping my hips and his voice dropped even lower. “You’ve been teasing me all week, Emma,” he said, “talking about sex in the snow.” I tried to play it off, tried to push him away and change the subject but he wouldn’t budge. He took control and I loved it. I was already soaking wet in my little white thong. I took in a breath as he pushed me against the wall. “You like it, don’t you?” he whispered. “You like knowing that I have all control right now.” My chest tightened. He had me pinned and my pussy was getting even more wet. The storm was loud, the night was wild, and the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted him to keep pushing. I kept imagining him fucking my wet pussy. He pressed his forehead to mine.

I Know How Bad You Want to Have Sex in The Snow

Emma admit it..” I swallowed hard, laughing, shivering, and wishing I could disappear into him right there. “Yeah,” I admitted, voice barely audible, “I want it.” He smirked, pressing a hand to my cheek, thumbs brushing in a way that he knew would make me somehow even more horny. “Good,” he said. And just like that, the storm outside didn’t matter. He pushed me up against the wall again and started kissing me slowly. I could feel his hands under my skirt, sliding my panties to the side and slipping his fingers in my pretty, blonde, pussy hole.

The snow, the cold, the world, it all faded away, leaving only us in the thrill of sex in the snow. He pushed me down onto the roof of the dorm, sliding his fingers back into my pussy while kissing harder. I loved the way he knew how to handle me. He pushed his cock deep into my pussy while I leaned back moaning his name. I wanted fucking drop of his cum. I wanted to milk his dick with my pussy. Every thrust became harder and harder as he pinned me down in place. I couldn’t resist cumming all over his cock. I could feel his cock twitch inside of me and eventually we came together. We held each other, completely out of breath. Sitting in the snow storm somehow out of breath and sweating, we laid talking and laughing for hours.

We Finally Climbed Down to the Hallway

“You know,” he murmured, voice low, “you’ll keep thinking about sex in the snow all week, won’t you?” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the grin, because he was right. The cold and the thrill. He made me so wrapped up in him. I wanted to be a holiday runaway. It had already planted itself in my brain, impossible to ignore. “Maybe I will,” I admitted, and he smirked holding my panties in his hand.  “Good,” he said. “Because this isn’t over. Not by a long shot.” And I knew he meant it. He came closer to me and began kissing me again slowly. He pulled my skirt up and started sliding his back into me while never leaving my lips.The storm could rage outside, the snow could pile up, but feeling him inside of me,, that was irreplaceable. I wanted him all over again. We fucked even harder this time until we both came. The heat he left behind wasn’t going anywhere, and honestly, the thought of sex in the snow had never felt so dangerously, deliciously alive.

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