Winter

The kettle sat cooling on the stovetop. The water, boiling minutes before would wait, ready to become tea or mix with powder to make hot chocolate. Instead, it would cool, untouched and forgotten.

Fat snowflakes, sometimes falling in clumps, hugged the window ledges and doorframes. Outside, billowing steam and bubbling cheerfully, the hot tub fought back the crisp air. The gurgling water and the hum of the jets cut through a world gone silent in the snow.

Branches bowed and heavy, the trees brushed the metal of the little roof over the small deck. A muted moon, behind clouds, teased the peaks of nearby mountains.

You sat, naked, on my lap. Our fingers entwined. A kiss a touch. I watched, in slow motion, a flake blow in and stick to your cheek. Fading quickly from crystal to drop, rolling gently down, a joyful winter tear. I pressed my lips to that spot, wanting to taste that memory forever. You never knew. I never told you why. Why then. Why there. A moment for me. To keep locked inside, away from the cold.

Beneath the water, free hands, not entwined. Free to roam. Down a back. Down the inside of a thigh. Up the slope where your hip meets your waist. Free to feel the warm softness between your legs. The rigid need between mine.

The wind bit, battling against the warmth of the water. Trying to make ice of the dampness of your hair and my beard. We felt none of it. We felt only each other. Only warmth, more our own than the water’s, now. The impossible heat of your body against mine. Of your thighs, suddenly, around my hips. Our moans mingling with the steam, our gasps in sync as you lowered onto me. Me into you. Soft kisses replaced by mouths, tongues, hunger. Fingertips and caresses turned nails and teeth. Gasps to groans. Whimpers to moans.

Begging of each other. Of the night, the wind, the snow. Willing it, this moment, to never stop. Commanding each other to never stop. Even as we built, inescapably, towards the end. Racing to arrive at a place we both needed but didn’t want. Not yet. Just this. Just now. Feeling like always, like forever, like this moment, this now, was all we’d ever known.

The wind found its voice, howling to match ours. Building as we built. And built. Until the end found us, as it does, at the end. A burst of two somethings exploding within us. All lost in frozen time except for you. Me.

Our gasping breaths seemed to echo down the valley and over the mountains, repeating our names back to us. The moon brightened. Your head on my shoulder. My face in your hair. The wind. The world. Quiet again.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xp3pea/winter

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