Stuck in the Snow With Him

Stuck in the Snow Overnight is the Last Thing I Was Expecting!

Honestly, we just wanted a chill day out, nothing complicated. Take the car, hit the mountain, play in the snow, maybe squeeze in a hike. Then bolt home before the roads turn icy. Easy, right? Yeah, but nature had other plans. By the time afternoon hit, the sky was black, snow coming down in sheets, and the road? Totally gone. Completely erased by the blizzard. Tires spinning and doing nothing but digging us in deeper. We were officially stuck in the snow.

Our only option? That scruffy little cabin we’d passed earlier, probably built as some kind of hunter’s cabin. Four sketchy walls, a fireplace that looked like it hadn’t been used in years, a bed, and a heap of questionable blankets. To us, stuck in the snow, it was paradise when compared to the blizzard outside. We lit the world’s most stubborn fire, split the sad remains of our snacks, and tried to play a playful game or two to pass the time until morning. But as the snow kept stacking up, so did the tension. Every silence got heavier. Every time our arms brushed, it felt electric.

The Air Between Us Felt Charged, Heavy, Expectant.

The cabin didn’t have power. Just flames from the fire flickering, making the shadows wobble and dance all over the place. “You warm enough?” he asked. That voice, all rough and scratchy, made me flush. Warmth wasn’t my problem, despite us being stuck in the snow. I don’t even remember how the kiss started. But once it did, it was unstoppable, a spark that caught and flared. One second, I was tipping the whiskey flask back, the next his mouth was on mine. No warning, just this insistent, completely unstoppable crash. It was like he’d spent the whole day holding himself together, and now the string just snapped. Hot, hungry, hand wrapped around my jaw tight like he needed the anchor.

Of course, I kissed him back. He tasted like whiskey and longing, tongue sliding against mine, and honestly, everything else just vanished. We pulled each other’s clothes off, the cold biting at us. Honestly, we barely noticed because our skin was its own furnace. Forgetting we were stuck in the snow. My sweater? Gone, somewhere near the foot of the bed. His shirt joined it. Then his hands were all over me, squeezing and stroking, making every inch of me twitch. We ended up tangled on the bed. His mouth went straight to my breast like he’d just been waiting for the chance, sucking so hard it nearly made my eyes roll back.

Being Stuck in the Snow Was Hot!

His hand wandered south, fingers sneaking between my thighs like he owned me. And when he finally pressed inside me, oh God, I basically clawed his shoulders like he’d vanish if I let go. He took his time, working me open, thumb drawing lazy circles that made it really hard not to just come undone right there. I was squirming, nipping my lip to keep quiet, but honestly? Impossible. “You’re soaked for me already,” he growled against my skin. I came undone under his touch, my orgasm crashing through me like the storm outside. He didn’t stop there. The thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance. The first thrust made me cry out, sharp and desperate.

I could feel everything, a stretch that was almost too much. For a second, there was nothing outside this room. Just his hips grinding in deep, then picking up speed, getting rougher until the whole damn bed was shaking. Thoughts of being stuck in the snow were drowned out by the sounds of our bodies colliding. All I heard was skin and shaky breathing and my own heartbeat hammering in my chest. I clung to him, nails probably leaving marks, the firelight tossing his face into something wild. When it hit me, everything short-circuited. I dragged him over the edge with me. He muttered something filthy into my neck, shuddered, and lost control right with me. Afterward, we were a mess, all tangled limbs and gasps, sweat and smoke and sheets twisted everywhere. Outside, the storm just kept raging, but inside? All I knew was his arms tight around me.

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