“Oaaaaghhhh… Paullll… Fuck!” She nipped my ear, then “Fill me with your cum, baby, cum in me,” she kissed into my neck. The sudden demand from her, the whisper in my ear, the amazing sexiness of the entire scene had me rapidly approaching orgasm. With a few more thrusts, I plunged as deeply as I could, and grunted.
“Ahhh… Kat… Ungh, ungh, ungh, ohhhhhh…” I was clutching her to me, as if she was an anchor. I think my own orgasm must have done something for her, because I felt her pussy clutching again, extending my own pleasure some more.
“Oh Paul, fuck!” I felt her nails dig into my shoulders. “Ohhhh…” Her body went limp on top of me as she tried to catch her breath. I was breathing rapidly too, in near disbelief I had just had two orgasms with her, and two more only a short while ago. I held her tightly and rolled her sideways so that her back was to the cushions, my back to the open air.
“God that was amazing…” She breathed.
“No kidding.”
“You’re sure you’ve never done this before?”
“You’re my first… this is only my second time ever having, uh… sex.”
“Well…” She was holding my head in her hands as she whispered. “I’m glad you’re my first, now second time.”
“What? Really?” I scooted my head back a few inches. “But… you’re so… amazing! Oh, right, you told me earlier I was your first too, but wow! How can you be so good at it?”
She giggled, a sound I was quickly growing incredibly fond of. “I, uh… practiced. At home.” She seemed slightly shy, something I hadn’t seen on her since the day I met her.
“Wow. I’m… I’m honored to be your first.”
“I’m really glad, too. You saved my life… you’ve been nothing but sweet to me, kind and considerate, and you are…” She leaned in to kiss me, “…an amazing kisser…” She touched my face, then reached between us and grabbed my limp penis, “…and an incredible lover.”
I was reeling, to say the least. This woman, a woman I largely considered perfect, was practically calling me perfect. Holy shit.
“Uh… wow. I, uh… hmm,” I leaned in and kissed her, hoping that she could feel all my emotions in that kiss – a soft, sensual kiss – with our lips lightly parted, my hand gently stroking her face, replacing my lips, as my hands traced along her face, touching her lips, her nose, her closed eyelids, then back to her hair. “Thank you. Words can’t describe the way I feel right now, about you, about what we’ve done… I, uh, you are just incredible. That’s not even enough. Amazing, stunning, beautiful, gorgeous, delightful, intelligent, fun, cute, sexy, adorable…” I trailed off, listing several more adjectives, each one making her smile grow larger and larger. By the time I ran out of descriptors, she was positively beaming, and I saw a tear form in her eye and then roll down the side of her cheek.
“Paul…” She sniffed. “You are… just wonderful!” She pulled me into a hug, a rather difficult position lying on our sides as we were. She laid her head upon my own, sniffing. “This is… the happiest I’ve been in, like, well, since I was a kid. Thank you, thank you thank you!” Then she was pecking my face with kisses all over, making me laugh and smile. I was thinking how, in such a short time since I had picked her up off the side of the road this morning, it felt as if we’d grown incredibly close. And when I had checked the weather, it sounded like we’d have more time…
The weather! That’s right, the radio, the news broadcast – I had completely forgotten to talk to her, to tell her what I had discovered.
“Kat.” The sudden change in my demeanor had her frowning slightly. “It’s ok, but, before we… uh, made love,” Wow, I still felt nervous talking about it. “I was trying to tell you what I found out while you took your shower.”
“Oh, yeah, the radio. What’s up?”
“Did you want to dress or anything?” I thought it was just slightly awkward talking while nude. Enjoyable, of course, but possibly distracting.
“I enjoy your skin on mine though. Can we cuddle like this and talk?”
“Alright.” I cleared my throat, and stroked her hair some. “I listened to the radio report about the weather… It turns out the blizzard has gained some intensity and may drop an additional couple inches of snow.” I paused to gauge her reaction to this.
“So I get more time with you? Buried in this little cabin with you? That’s not so bad. We have food, water, each other.”
“True, but, well, we really are stuck.”
“What do you mean?”
“I tried to open the door earlier. It’s stuck, won’t budge. I mean, look at the window.” I pointed to the bay window, where earlier, the snow had been a few inches above the bottom of the glass. Now it was covering over half the glass. She gasped.
“Oh my God! Paul, it’s so beautiful though. It’s really like a wall!” She got giddy, gave a little giggle. “I mean, wow! To have never seen snow before, then this! I have to see this!” She jumped off the couch and bounced over to the window. I watched her naked form move and was mesmerized again. Her outline against the snow-covered glass made me wish I could revive my spent dick and make love to her again. “Wow! You can see a lot of the snow crystals pressed against the glass!”
I got up to join her, lightly pressing my hand to her back. She snuggled into my arms, laying her head on my chest.
“That’s likely a drift, I don’t think that much snow has fallen yet.”
“How much do you really think has come down?”
“Well, I can’t see. I remember hearing that bad blizzards can dump anywhere from 1-2″ of snow an hour. It started early, maybe 8 hours of this intensity so far? Could be anywhere from just under a foot to two feet or more, but the drifts can reach any height, really, depending upon how the wind carries and deposits it.”
“So… if the initial report was at, what, 3-6′?” She looked at me, so I nodded. “Then you said they added up to 2′ more?” I nodded again. “Could the snow completely bury the cabin?”
“Uh… I don’t really know that one. We’ll likely see how it pans out tomorrow. It sounded like the snow was going to end tomorrow night, from the initial report, I think. I didn’t hear if it was going to last longer. Most of the time, blizzards can’t maintain intensity past a day or two. But… nothing’s impossible, I suppose.”
“We’ll figure it out.” She hugged me tighter. I liked how that sounded. We. I thought I could get used to hearing that.
“I uh, have some other bad news.”
“Uh oh. What is it?”
“I… well, my cell has no service. And the phone here is dead. I tried calling my parents, as they expected me around, well, now I suppose.”
“Oh… they’ll probably be worried. There’s no way to get out or anything?”
“Not that I saw. I traced the line to the wall, so it’s nothing here. It’s probably outside, something probably happened.”
“We really are stuck.” Her voice was a bit small-sounding, so I hugged her more tightly. She pressed fully against me now, her warm breasts against my chest, our groins pressed together – it felt natural and, well, perfect, as if we were made for each other. “At least I’m with you. I just hope your parents don’t freak out.”
“Well, your dad is worried too.”
“My dad? How do you know?” She pulled her head back a bit, looking at me quizzically.
This was it. I had debated earlier on how to ask her or talk to her about her family. I took a deep breath, deciding the direct approach was probably best, seeing as she’d been pretty direct with me, at least in bed.
“There was a news report saying Doug White, your father, reported you missing, and a few people saw you abducted by masked men in a white van. They think you’ve been kidnapped, Katherine White.”
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Chapter 6
I hadn’t anticipated seeing the look she had on her face. It looked partially as if she’d been slapped, a bit of disappointment, and a bit of… shame? Still scanning my eyes, she held me at arm’s length, her weight shifting from one leg to the other. It was all the more awkward and uncomfortable, since we were both still naked, and she was being really silent. Had I offended her? I just told her about the news report, and mentioned her full name.
Kat dropped her head. “I knew he’d do this.”
I almost didn’t hear her. “Pardon?”
“My father.” She looked up at me. “Can we lie on the bed, you holding me? It just feels… right, when you hold me. There’s more.” She pulled away from me, weaving her fingers into mine, and guided me into the bedroom with her. I pulled back the covers and she climbed in first, nestling into me as I got settled. It really was comfortable and felt just right. I felt like the luckiest guy on the planet, as I thought about how amazing she was. And apparently she felt comfortable enough with me to share something pretty intimate. I stroked her hair with one arm, cradling her to me with the other. Her fingers traced lazy circles around my chest, her leg hiked up and resting across my thighs.
She took a big breath. “My dad has been pressing for me to come back. I mean, really pressing. He keeps offering ‘incentives,’ as he calls them – perks, or bonuses. He’s really intent on keeping the business in the family alone. I asked him if any of our cousins could, or would, take over. He rejected that idea quickly, saying that most of them didn’t want to take over, or he couldn’t trust them. ‘I’m not perfect, Dad,’ I’d tell him over and over. He’d say ‘You are more perfect than you think.’ I’m flattered, of course, that he compliments me… I know he loves me, but I wonder sometimes if he loves the company, the history, more than me or Mom.” She paused, so I thought I’d interject quickly.
“He’s right, though. About you being perfect.” She looked up at my words and smiled.
“Thank you.” She pressed a kiss to my chest. “But anyway, after that mild falling out, when I left for art school, I think he understood how important art is to me. So he’s been telling me to do art while I take over the business, alongside it. But I just can’t get him to understand that I really don’t care about “The Five C’s,” as they call it down there…”
“‘The Five C’s’?” I gave her a puzzled look. “What’s that mean?
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