Snow crunched under Lena's boots as she crested the hill, the cabin's outline sharpening through the flurries. Her cheeks burned from the cold and the climb, but anticipation warmed her core far more. She pushed inside, shedding layers until only her base clothes clung to her curves, and spotted Marcus by the fire—shirtless, poker in hand, muscles shifting like living art.
"Took you long enough," he said, rising with a smirk. "I was starting to think the snow swallowed you."
Lena crossed the room, pressing against his back. "Please. I'd climb twice this for the view—and the company. Miss me, or just the fire?" Her hands slid over his chest as she inhaled his mix of aftershave, smoke, and that sun-sweet skin scent. He tensed, then chuckled.
"Horny already? The hike must've done wonders." She ground her hips back, feeling him harden. "Says the man whose cock's already twitching. Keep talking, or I'll make you pant instead." Her fingers traced lower, brushing his shaft, then retreating. He spun, gripping her ass firmly, lifting her onto his hips.
They tumbled to the rug. Lena shoved him down first, straddling as she stripped her top. "No rush—unless you want a quick blowjob before I ride you proper." She kissed down his neck, then lower, but he flipped them, tongue working her wet pussy until she moaned, dripping. He thrust his hard cock inside, and she met every stroke, nails raking his back. "Deeper—fuck, yes."
Sweating and panting, they built to a frenzy. Lena came first, clenching around him as he followed, cum spilling hot. They collapsed, bodies slick, the fire crackling over them.
"Round two after we catch our breath?" she whispered, already plotting the next storm.
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