A Blizzard of Love

Bri steps off Natalie’s porch and then she does something that I’ll never forget as long as I live. She smiles and then comes running to me. My chest nearly breaks in half as I run to meet her. My feet aren’t heavy anymore. In fact, I think I might be able to fly if I try hard enough.

We nearly collide into one another as I wrap my arms around her and spin her in the snow.

“I was just on my way to you,” Bri says, and she’s almost breathless.

“I couldn’t keep away,” I admit at the same time.

She tightens her arms around my neck, and then her lips are crashing onto mine. It takes me less than a second to catch up, and then I’m the one holding her close and devouring her moans.

“Get off my lawn!” Natalie yells from her porch, and Bri and I turn to look at her. She’s smiling and waves at us before she goes back into her cabin and closes the door.

“I’m going to have to thank her for whatever it is she told you,” I say to Bri as I carry her through the falling snow and back to the snowmobile.

“I’ll tell you later.” Bri cuddles against my neck, and I feel her lips there. “But right now, can you take me home?”

“There’s no other place I’d rather be.”

The ride back to my place isn’t quick enough, but even the weather can’t stop me. I pull into the garage, and I’m hopping off before it’s come to a complete stop. Bri squeals as I toss her over my shoulder and carry her back into the house.

“I’m not taking a chance that you’re going to change your mind,” I say as I kick the door closed behind us and lock it for good measure. “And I’m not letting my sister in.”

I place Bri on her feet, and her cheeks are flushed as I start stripping off her layers. Her hands are just as frantic as mine as she reaches for my coat and then my thermal shirt. We’re a tangle of fabric and zippers until she’s completely naked and I’m in my boxer briefs.

The fire is still warm in the cabin, and I can’t wait long enough to take her to the bedroom. Instead I fall to my knees right there and push her back against the front door.

“Let me love you, baby,” I say, moving my hands to her ass and pressing my face between her legs.

She’s still standing up, but her knees become weak as I lick the seam of her pussy and nuzzle against it. I’m begging for entry, and when she spreads her thighs, I inhale her sweet feminine scent and then bury my face in it. She’s slippery and warm, and I groan as I taste her need. Throwing one leg then the other over my shoulders, I feast on her like a starved man. And maybe I am, because I’ve gone my whole life without her touch, and now I need to make up for lost time.

“Wilder, oh god, right there,” she moans and rocks her hips forward.

“Tell me you love me,” I demand, and she agrees without hesitation.

“I love you,” she moans again. “I’m yours.”

“Mine,” I growl, then suck on her clit until she climaxes on me.

The sounds of her pleasure echo through the cabin, and I don’t know if I’ve ever heard anything so fucking sweet. She’s limp in my arms, but I’ve never been more excited in my life as I stand up and carry her in my arms.

“Make love to me, Wilder.” Her eyes are hooded, and she’s kissing my bare chest.

“As many times as you can take me, baby.”

She pushes at my boxer briefs when we fall on top of the bed, and I pull my cock out. When I rub the hard length between her bare pussy lips, she pushes her hips down to try and take me into her. I seat the head of my cock at her entrance and then look her in the eyes.

“I love you so much,” I say, then kiss her like she’s the air I need to breathe.

With one long thrust, I enter her tight sheath, and she cries out against my lips. I hold myself still as I feel her squeeze me to the point of pain, and it takes my breath. She’s so fucking tight, so fucking hot, that I almost cum right then. There’s never been anything in my life that’s felt even close to this good, because as I’m filling her body, she’s filling my soul.

“Easy, baby.” I kiss her gently now as she begins to relax. “You’re doing so good, just breathe.”

“You’re so big,” she pants, trying to wiggle under me.

“Just let me break you in a little,” I whisper against her breast before I run my tongue over her tight nipple.