me and allowed her arms to drape over my shoulders. We slowly moved about. The snow acted as a privacy curtain, letting us have a moment that was just ours. When the chorus came, I whispered the last part into her ear, and she held me tighter. Whether we both realized it or not, we were lonely, and sometimes it took a person coming into your life for you to see that.
Our shadows cast out across the snowy ground. It wasn’t often that I would ever take the time to stop and really take in something so intimate, but it was obvious to me that we truly belonged together.
When the song ended and jumped over to a Chris Stapleton song, I removed her arms and nodded for her to follow me. I opened the old leather trunk my grandfather used when he was young and pulled out a bunch of blankets. I laid them on the hay like I used to do as a kid and made us a makeshift bed.
Ellie and I would spend most of our summers up here. Sometimes we would pretend we lived in the boxcar of a train. Our favorite thing was to go up there whenever there was a storm. We both still loved storms.
“Come here.” I pulled her down and waited until she tucked herself in beside me. The way we were lying, we could see the outside, and we watched as big, fat snowflakes drifted past the light of the open loft doors.
Her hand inched its way up my shirt and started to outline my stomach.
“You’re so warm.”
“I guess that’s why I love the cold so much.” I sighed, loving how she felt next to me.
“I love the cold too, but I’m never as warm as you are right now.”
I moved the blankets up higher before I flipped my body over top of hers.
“Maybe I can help you with that. I have plenty of heat to share.” I grinned.
“Yes, please.” She used her leg to brush by my growing erection before she undid her jeans. “They say the best way to stay warm is to be skin to skin.”
“That they do.” I pulled my shirt over my head and shimmied out of my jeans while she stripped down, removing everything. I slowly dragged my fingers from her ankle up to her thigh, and continued to her stomach, then I flattened my hand out and felt her muscles twitch and tighten. I dipped my thumb down and found her greedy bud swollen and ready.
Her hands covered her face, and she granted me a soft moan.
“Sloane, let me see your face.” She dropped her hands and bunched the blanket in her fists.
I continued to massage her until she was slick and ready. Her legs squeezed my sides and drew me forward.
“Hungry, are we?” I chuckled. “Me too.” I dragged my tongue from the bottom of her opening, between her folds, and blew a stream of warm air across her sensitive skin.
“John,” she half laughed and cried a plea for relief.
I glanced up at her nipples that were tight little peaks. Her body was ready, and as much I as wanted to play and explore, I wanted to give her what she wanted.
Pushing two fingers inside her, I hovered over her and watched her wild eyes as they latched on to mine. The moment I did, I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer.
I pulled free and held the base of my erection and sank ever so slowly into the woman who had flipped my life upside down. Her back bowed the deeper I went. I didn’t stop until I was fully in. She was warm, tight, and soft. If I could live anywhere in the world, it would be right here.
Sloane suddenly reached up and pulled herself to straddle me, so we were both sitting upright. She held on to my neck and let her hair fall like a curtain around us. Her smile touched her eyes, and the skin on her chest blushed bright pink.
Slowly, she started to rock back and forth and from side to side. I moved my hands down her back and anywhere else I could reach.
“Meet me at the peak?” I grinned at my reference to our approaching orgasms.
Her pace was too slow, and I started to feel like I was losing self-control. With both hands, I held on to her hips and thrusted deeper, which forced her forward to bend over my shoulder with a throaty groan.