Then it’s my turn, she leans in and kisses the area where my neck meets my jaw as she slips her delicate hands beneath my flannel and pushes it over my broad shoulders. I just have a white t-shirt underneath so I do the one handed pull at the back of the shirt to strip it off that seems to make girls go wild. Her eyes heat with the movement before her hands work at my belt, expertly unfastening. Her fingers curl into the waistband of my pants and boxers as she uses her might to pull them over my quads and down my legs, all I have left is my socks which she slips off one at a time, kneeling before me like I’m her god, her salvation. I love when she looks up at me through her lashes. She’s a stunning temptress.
I yank her up by the hand to plant my lips on hers as soon as her mouth is close enough. One hand on the back of her neck, my fingers lace into her hair and tug a little to tilt her face toward me more. I use just enough force to draw a hiss from her that tells me she liked it. I keep my fingers bunched in her soft waves as I walk her backward toward the balcony doors.
I’m so fucking hard for her. After what she told me earlier, after seeing a couple tears leek from her eyes, I need to be inside of her and fill her with as much affection as I can. I want to remind her she’s alive. She’s living.
As soon as I unlatch the door, I force Mara onto the snowy balcony into the freezing cold using my body as a battering ram. She shrieks at the sudden chill of snow on her feet but I press on. We stand completely naked, chest to chest, in the open air. My arms band around her waist while her hands rest on my biceps. The contrast of her hot flesh against the frozen air does something to me. And to her, if her painfully peaked nipples are any indication.
Without warning, I flip her around so she’s facing the forest and flatten her upper half so her voluptuous breasts are smushed into the snow on the railing. I helped my father make the railing, the top piece is made of a two by eight board. Never have I been more grateful for this balcony.
A moan somewhere between pain and pleasure leaves her when her body makes contact with the dusting of snow on the railing, just before I bury myself deep inside her, all the way to the hilt. Then her moan is pure lust, it fuels my actions like kindling to a fire.
“God, you’re so big, Jason.”
I don’t give her any time to adjust, I don’t start slow, I’m ruthless in every thrust that drives me deeper into her, grinding her nipples against the layer of glassy ice on the railing. Try as she might to muffle the sounds bubbling out of her, Mara’s groans for more are music to my ears.
Hands gripping her waist in a bruising hold, I increase my pace as one hand glides along her abdomen to the apex of her spread legs. Putting pressure on her clit, vigorous circles drive her into a state of bliss as I work her from every angle.
The cold doesn’t bother me too much now that I’m working up a sweat with her. I doubt it bothers her that much either. I switch from my thumb on her clit to two fingers that increase the tension until she’s writhing under me. As soon as her body clenches around my dick, I know she’s coming. She doesn’t even have to tell me. I’ve learned every nuance about this woman, everything that makes her tick and how to work her until she’s limp with satiation. As soon as her body relaxes, I pull out and spin her in my hands before hoisting her into the air, plopping her round ass into the snow on the railing.
Mara takes a moment to look over the railing at the drop she would endure should she fall. Fear darkens the corners of her eyes. But I would never let her fall.
Her attention returns to me when I slide back inside her warmth in one long, torturous thrust until it’s unclear where I end and she begins.
“Jason,” she whispers breathlessly. I resume my relentless pace, pivoting at my hips so I thrust my entire body into the motion. She’s practically bouncing on the railing but I keep my hands firm around the narrow of her waist to keep her from going anywhere. I see how much the thrill gets her off, she likes a little bit of risk in her pleasure, it makes her pulse skyrocket. Her eyes are shut tight as she chases another orgasm that’s just out of reach.
“Harder,” she demands. So I pick up the pace.
“Harder,” she asks again. So I increase the pressure until I’m worried she’s going to spill over the side of the balcony.
“Harder,”she pleads. It’s then I realize she wants the pain, she wants to be punished, not because she likes it but because she feels she deserves it. Because pain is control. Because pain is part of life. I want to wrap her in my arms and tell her it’s alright but I know she doesn’t want that right now. Mara has to feel everything in her own time.
Just when she thinks I’ve given her all I have to give, I launch forward and suck one pebbled nipple between my teeth, biting down just enough to draw a cry from her lips but not hard enough to actually hurt her. I’ve heard women’s nipples harden to a painful point when it’s this cold. I don’t want to push her too far. Just far enough that she erupts.
And she does. Her body spasms in my grasp as my bite washes an orgasm over her, rocking her nerves into oblivion. She’s shaking like a leaf when I pull out of her and point my come into the snow sucking air between my teeth. My body is just as rattled from this encounter as hers.
Ok, maybe not as much as her. She’s dead weight in my arms as I slide her off the railing and carry her into the warm bedroom. The heat of the fire practically burns compared to the icy balcony.
I don’t break contact with Mara as I bury us beneath the covers to preserve heat. Her body feels ice cold but it’s not long before the aftershocks of herorgasms subside and she stills in my arms, warmth returning to her skin. As soon as her breathing evens out, I know she’s asleep. I don’t sleep, though, I just embrace her in my hold, afraid to let her go.
It’s two hours later when Mara wakes and dusk is starting to settle on the world. I’ve never been able to sleep during the day but it was tranquil to feel her steady breaths against my side while her body curled into mine. She blinks bleary eyes until reality comes back to her. Lifting her head a bit, she takes me in, though we haven’t moved at all in the last two hours.
“Hi,” she whispers into the toasty air. “How long have I been out?” I hold up two fingers to indicate the hours. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
She has no reason to be sorry, so I pull her into me further hoping she understands.
“I feel like I wasted the last half of the day. I guess that hike really took it out of me. Thanks for going back to get the rest of the deer. Sorry I wasn’t more help.”
She needs to stop apologizing for everything.
“Do you ever want kids?” Well that came out of nowhere. “Not with me, not right now,” she clarifies quickly, like the idea is so terrifying. “I just mean in general. If you have kids, one day they’ll be able to help you with all of this, you know? Isn’t that the point of having kids, anyway?”
I pull a piece of paper from the nightstand where I had been jotting down notes while she slept. I quickly scribble out the wordsMaybe. Someday.and show it to her.
My tap against her shoulder is my way of askingwhat about you?
“I never used to want kids,” she admits. “But…I think a lot has changed about me. I think I’d like to be a mom one day. I’d like to be the mom I wish I’d had. I’d like to raise good humans who respect others and know how loved they are. Maybe I’m just trying to right the wrongs of my parents. I don’t know.
“I used to want a big city life and no kids and to travel to as many states and countries as possible. But now, I don’t think that’s who I am anymore. I like the simplicity of how you live up here. I like the lack of chaos andpressure. Maybe it was just immersion therapy, but I think I could live like this and be happy.”
