I is for Ian

“Harder,” I heard myself mumble, letting the moment completely overwhelm me.

I wanted him to take me, to own me in that moment. To let the entirety of his masculine urges out and for my body to make him explode. I wanted to feel that moment when he lost total control, when he went weak in the knees and fell apart because of me. Because of the passion we shared and the pleasure my body brought him.

Suddenly, he reached under my leg and pulled it past him, rolling me to my side.

“On your knees,” he commanded, and I felt my body responding instinctively.

I arched my back as he gripped my hips and began to slam into me again. I felt him groan behind me as his balls slapped against my clit with each thrust, and my pussy responded by throbbing and soaking him in my juices. I felt myself falling into a dizzying and explosive orgasm, one that had been building since the second he entered me. I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

My jaw fell open, and my eyes clenched shut. I felt my head fall back as the sounds of climax came from deep in my chest. I felt my toes curling against the pad of my feet and my legs vibrating as I came. The wave of an incredible orgasm crashed over me and took control of my body, leaving me shaking and wailing in his grip.

Behind me, Ian grunted with effort as he fucked me harder, hips pounding into me. He was getting closer and closer, and I wanted to feel him explode inside me. The world was spinning around me in an overload of senses, and I looked over my shoulder, my eyes narrowing as they met his. His teeth were gritted as he gripped tighter and rammed into me.

“Come inside me,” I cried. “Come inside me, please!”

A grumble from deep in his chest began low and rumbled out of him, filling the room until there was no other sound but our bodies meeting and his voice taking up all other available space. Mine rose to match his as the climax heightened.

Suddenly, he went stock still and I felt him come with an incredible velocity. I smiled as he emptied into me. My whole body was vibrating and shaking, and I felt like I could barely breathe, but it was amazing. He shook and gyrated until he was empty and collapsed on top of me, and we rolled together, laughing as we fell into each other’s arms.

We went another intense, explosive round before collapsing onto the bed, tangled together. We lay there catching our breaths, and I was just starting to wonder how long it would take for him to be ready for round three when Ian’s stomach rumbled. I laughed and patted his belly.

“I heard that,” I said. “I’m hungry too.”

“We must have worked up an appetite.”

“The idea of eating cold food isn’t exactly exciting me.”

“Well, I have a campfire stove and some propane,” Ian said.

“You do?”

“It’s in the truck.”

“Oh.”

“We can go get it,” Ian said. “The storm has stopped. The truck is probably snowed in, but we could try to dig it out.”

I nodded, sitting up. “It can’t be much colder out there than it is in here. Let’s go for it.”

We got dressed and ventured out. The doors resisted being opened at first, but Ian managed to break through the ice that had formed at the bottom and force away the snowdrift pushed against it. We walked out and surveyed the impact of the storm. It was nothing short of breathtaking. The snow itself was beautiful, but there were also signs of the devastation caused by the storm.

Tree limbs littered the ground. There were some bits of building debris I couldn’t identify, and I didn’t know if they came from the hospital or another building nearby. There was no sign of the ambulances and other vehicles that had chartered the patients away, or the cars of the other doctors and nurses. The tracks had been completely obliterated with the snow. All that was left in the parking lot was Ian’s truck, and that looked more like a small hill than it did a truck.

“Well, there it is,” he said, gesturing toward it. “Ready to do some digging?”

I looked over at him. “If I say no, will it dig itself out for us?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t get the deluxe upgrade package.”

“Darn.” I gave a dramatic sigh. “Alright. Then I guess we should get digging.”

I often forget how heavy snow actually is. It looked so light and delicate when it was falling, and almost magical on the ground. But when we started getting down into it, every handful felt heavier and wetter than the last. By the time we were really making progress, I was tired and had the miserable feeling of being both extremely cold and sweaty at the same time.