Snow Day 23

I'm sound asleep, buried under a pile of blankets, when my phone buzzes on the nightstand. Groaning, I fumble for it, squinting at the screen. It's 3:07 a.m., and your name lights up the notification.

"Snow day!!!" the message says, punctuated with exclamation points and a snowflake emoji.

I smile sleepily, but before I can type a reply, another message pops up: "I'm off work, coming over. Hope you're awake when I get there."

A quiet laugh escapes me, and I shake my head, setting the phone down. The promise of your arrival is enough to push me out of bed, despite the early hour. I brush my teeth, splash cold water on my face, and flip on the fireplace. While it crackles to life, I make a quick cup of coffee and settle onto the couch, wrapping a blanket around me.

The knock at the door comes a few minutes later, but before I can get up, you've already let yourself in.

You step inside, snowflakes clinging to your hoodie and beanie. Your boots hit the floor with a thud as you toe them off, and there's something so natural about the way you move--like you've done this a thousand times before. You're wearing those soft gray sweatpants I love, and your cheeks are pink from the cold.

"You're up," you say, a small grin tugging at the corner of your mouth as you pull off your beanie and toss it onto the nearest chair.

"Barely," I reply, though I can't help smiling back. "What are you even doing here at--" I glance at the clock. "--3:40 a.m.?"

"Snow day," you shrug, crossing the room toward me. "Figured I'd rather be here with you."

I get up to give you a long, warm hug. Your arms wrap around me, and I feel the lingering chill of your walk here. My nipples brush against your chest through my tank top, and I hear a quiet, "Mmm," escape you before you pull back just enough to look at me.

Your eyes flick down for a second, and a faint smile plays on your lips. "You're freezing," you say softly, though your tone suggests you're enjoying the view.

Before I can reply, you grab my hand and lead me back to the couch, pulling the blanket--still warm from my body--over both of us.

The fire throws a soft glow over the room. Your hand finds my knee under the blanket, resting there in a way that feels so natural, so easy.

"I should've brought coffee," you say after a while, your voice low.

I shake my head, sipping from my mug. "You knew I'd have plenty here."

"True," you murmur, your thumb brushing absently over my knee.

For a moment, there's just the crackling of the fire and the quiet sound of snow falling outside. Then you tilt your head toward me. "I'm glad I'm here," you say softly, the weight of your words lingering between us.

I meet your eyes, the firelight dancing in them. The moment feels full--not rushed, not heavy, just warm and unspoken.

Leaning in, I kiss you softly, your lips warm against mine. "Me too," I whisper, settling into your side.

Part 2

Your arm drapes around my shoulders, pulling me closer until I'm tucked against your side. The blanket shifts, and your fingers find my arm, brushing slowly up and down, the lightest touch that sends a pleasant hum through me.

"You're warm," you murmur, your voice low, almost teasing. "Guess I timed this visit perfectly."

I glance up at you, raising an eyebrow. "Timed it perfectly to get me out of bed in the middle of the night?"

You grin, your hand sliding down to my wrist, tracing idle circles with your thumb. "Exactly. Worked like a charm, didn't it?"

I laugh softly, shaking my head, but the way your fingers linger on my skin makes it hard to stay mock-annoyed for long. Your hand shifts again, skimming the outside of my thigh under the blanket.

The fire throws flickers of light across the room, and I tilt my head against your shoulder. Your hand stills for a moment, resting warm and steady on my leg, and then I feel your lips press softly against the top of my head.

I smile, not moving, just letting the quiet intimacy settle between us.

"Is this what you had planned for your snow day?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Pretty much," you say, your voice matching mine. "I'd say it's going even better than I imagined."

Your fingers move again, tracing along my leg with the kind of attention that makes me shiver--not from the cold, but from the heat of your touch. I shift slightly, leaning back just enough to look up at you, and I can see the way your eyes soften as you meet my gaze.

You lean in, your lips finding mine again, this time slower, deeper. It's not rushed--there's no need to be. Your hand slides up, brushing over my hip as you kiss me like you've got nowhere else to be and all the time in the world to be here.

The room feels impossibly still except for the soft hum of the fireplace and the sound of our breathing. Your lips find mine again, slower this time, like you're savoring every second. I feel your hand shift, fingers brushing along my waist, tracing a line that sends a quiet spark through me.

I lean into you, the weight of your arm pulling me closer until there's no space left between us. Your hand moves, fingers skimming just under the edge of my tank top, warm against my skin. The touch is light, almost teasing, but it leaves a trail of heat in its wake.

I sigh against your lips, my hands resting on your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat under my fingertips. You tilt your head slightly, deepening the kiss, and I lose myself in the soft, unhurried rhythm of it.

Your other hand shifts under the blanket, finding my thigh. The way your fingers trace lazy patterns there feels natural, unspoken, warm. You pull back just enough to rest your forehead against mine, and I catch the faintest smile playing on your lips.

My own smile mirrors yours, but I don't say anything. Instead, I let my hand trail up to your jaw, my fingers brushing your face and tracing the curve of your lips. You hum softly at the touch, leaning into it, and the sound makes my stomach flutter.

Your lips find my jawline, leaving a soft trail of kisses there, then just below my ear, before returning to my mouth. It's slow, deliberate--like time doesn't exist outside this moment.

My hand slips up to tangle gently in your hair, and you softly moan low in your throat, the sound vibrating against me. The teasing circles your thumb traces on my thigh make me shift slightly closer, and I feel your arm tighten around me in response.

The firelight flickers across the room, its warm glow reflecting in your eyes when I pull back just enough to look at you. Our eyes locked in this intimate moment gives me warm butterflies in my belly that travel up and down my body, fueling my arousal and I pull you even closer to me and bring my lips back to yours.

Part 3

Your lips are soft, slow, and unhurried as they move against mine, like we have all the time in the world. The firelight flickers, its golden glow brushing across your face, highlighting the growing passion in your eyes when you glance down at me.

Your hand moves again, tracing the curve of my waist under the blanket, skimming along the hem of my tank top with just enough pressure to make me shiver. You pause, your fingers resting there as though you're asking permission without a word, and when I lean into you, your touch grows bolder.

I tilt my head, giving your lips more access, and you take it, trailing slow, deliberate kisses along my jaw, then down to the sensitive spot on my neck just below my ear. I let out a soft sigh, and your breath is warm against my skin as you chuckle quietly, pleased.

"Do you like that?" you murmur, your lips brushing against my skin in a way that makes me shiver slightly.

"Mmm hmmm yes," I manage to say, my voice a little breathless. "Just--"

"Sensitive," you finish for me, your hand sliding up to cup my breast, your thumb grazing my hard nipple.

I laugh softly and let my hands slide up your chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of your breathing. My fingertips trace the edges of your collarbone before coming to rest on your shoulders, pulling you closer as I kiss you again.

This time, it's deeper, slower, and you match my energy perfectly. Your hand moves again, your fingertips brushing my other nipple softly. It's teasing, deliberate, and it sends a wave of warmth rolling through me.

You shift slightly, leaning into me until I'm reclined more comfortably against the cushions. The blanket slips, pooling around our hips, and I don't bother adjusting it. Your body presses lightly against mine, the weight of you grounding, reassuring, as your kisses grow more insistent.

My hands slide up to tangle in your hair, and I feel the soft hum of your approval when I gently tug, just enough to elicit that sound that gives me tingles all over. Your lips part against mine, and the kiss deepens, our tongues exploring each other.

Your hand moves lower, finding my thigh again, and this time your touch lingers there, your thumb tracing slow, maddening circles. The fire crackles softly in the background, but it's drowned out by the sound of our breathing, the way it mingles and grows heavier with every passing second.

You pull back just slightly, your forehead resting against mine as we catch our breath. Your hand comes up to cup my face, your thumb brushing softly along my cheekbone, and your eyes meet mine, filled with that same warmth and a deeper passion.

I let out a soft laugh, breaking the silence. "You're very good at this, you know."

Your grin is quick, playful, and you lean in to kiss me again, murmuring against my lips, "You make it easy."

Part 4

Your lips trail along my jawline, slower now but with a new kind of heat, leaving a faint tingle in their wake. I feel the warmth of your breath against my neck before your mouth finds that spot just below my ear again, only this time, you linger. Your tongue flicks lightly against my skin, and a soft gasp escapes me before I can stop it.

You hum in response, low and satisfied, the sound vibrating against me as your hand slides lower, finding the curve of my hip and pulling me closer. The weight of your body shifts against mine, deliberate but unhurried, and I can feel the heat radiating between us even through the soft layers of clothing.

Your kisses grow bolder, moving down my neck and across my collarbone where my tank top leaves my skin bare. Your fingers tug gently at the fabric, pull it up, exposing more of me to the warm glow of the firelight. My breath catches, and I feel your smile against my skin before your lips follow the path your fingers have made, leaving me breathless.

I arch into you slightly, my hands gripping your shoulders as I let myself melt under your touch. Your hand moves again, sliding under the hem of my tank top now, your fingertips brushing against my skin with a mix of gentleness and intent as you pull my top up and over my head. My skin feels electrified where you touch, every movement sparking a reaction that sends heat pooling low in my belly.

"You're beautiful," you murmur softly as you look at my breasts in the firelit room, your voice thick with desire, and the way you say it makes my entire body melt. I tilt my head to meet your gaze and watch as you lower your mouth to my nipple and lowly run your tongue around it. Your warm tongue teasingly circles around until it's as hard as it can be, and then you move to the other nipple and repeat the same slow tease. My breath hisses out of me as you finally take my nipple into your warm mouth and suckle it gently.

Your hands cradle my waist, steadying me as your mouth works its slow magic, teasing and tasting with an agonizingly deliberate pace. The heat of your breath and the soft pull of your lips send waves of pleasure coursing through me, each one building on the last. My hands slide into your hair, tangling in the soft strands as I press you closer, silently pleading for more.

You moan softly against my skin, a low, animal sound that reverberates through me. Your hands move, exploring the curve of my back, the dip of my waist, the sensitive skin just above the waistband of my sweatpants.

Your lips leave my breast, trailing warm, open-mouthed kisses down the center of my chest and along the curve of my ribs. My body arches instinctively, every nerve alive and attuned to you. Your hands find my hips again, your thumbs brushing slow, teasing circles just beneath the fabric of my pants, sending a fresh wave of anticipation coursing through me. Your grasp the waistband of my sweats and pull them down and off of me.

The fire glowing softly in the background, the only sound besides our breathing and the quiet hum of desire that seems to fill the room. Your mouth finds my skin again, pressing gentle kisses to my thighs, your hands sliding up and down my body, gripping my hips firmly as you pause. You breathe deep and smell how aroused I am.

"Can I taste you?" you ask, your voice a husky whisper.

I nod, my voice caught in my throat as I thread my fingers through your hair again, guiding you back to me. Your lips curl into a small smile before resuming their path...

Part 5

You shift, settling between my thighs in a way that makes my breath hitch. Your hands slide up my thighs, parting them, firm but gentle as you slide them up the sides of my pussy and open my lips, exposing me. I feel your breath, warm against my most sensitive skin, and the anticipation steals all thoughts from my mind. I am so excited I can hardly breathe and I can feel my juices flowing, dripping and I wiggle my hips in anticipation.

Your lips press softly against me at first, teasing, and my body jolts at the electric sensation. Your tongue follows, a slow, deliberate stroke from my clit all the way down my pussy that leaves me gasping and trembling beneath you. As the taste of me fills your mouth you moan low in your throat, a sound of pure lust, and the vibration sends shivers cascading through me and you can hear my low moans in response.

Your hands push my thighs further apart, holding me steady as you explore, tasting me as you slowly lick up my wetness. My fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer, and the small, pleased noises you make between tongue strokes are so erotic, pushing me into a thick haze of pleasure. My hips thrust against your mouth as you lick me faster and focus on my clit, taking it into your mouth as you rub my pussy with your hand.

My breaths come quicker now, shallow and uneven, and I can feel the tension building low and deep, coiling tighter with every touch. You slide two fingers inside of my wetness, pushing in slowly until you are in deep. You sense how close I am, your fingers glide in and out steadily as your tongue and lips work in perfect rhythm, bringing me to the edge and pulling me over.

My orgasm is intense, a wave of heat and electricity that consumes every part of me. I cry out, the sound unrestrained and raw, and you don't stop--drawing out every last shiver, every aftershock, until I'm left completely undone beneath you.

Part 6

I tilt my head back against the couch, still catching my breath, a smile on my lips as my fingers continue their slow, absent-minded path through your hair. You lift your head to look at me, a soft, satisfied smile playing across your face, and I can't help but laugh quietly.

"You're entirely too good at that," I murmur, my voice still breathless, and your grin widens.

Before you can reply, I slide my hands to your shoulders, gently coaxing you upward until we're face to face. Your weight presses against me, solid and warm, as I cup your jaw and bring your lips to mine. The kiss is slow at first, tasting, savoring, but it quickly deepens as I pull you closer, my fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to trail across your back.

I tug lightly at your shirt, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over your head. My eyes wander over you, taking in the way the firelight dances across your skin, highlighting the strong lines of your chest and the subtle curve of your shoulders.

"You're beautiful," I whisper, echoing the words you'd said to me earlier, and the way your expression softens makes my heart ache in the best possible way.

Leaning forward, I press my lips to your collarbone, letting them linger there as my hands explore the warmth of your skin. My kisses trail downward, slow and deliberate, mapping a path across your chest. I pause to swirl my tongue around your nipple, hearing the sharp intake of your breath as your hands tangle in my hair.

I smile against your skin, loving the way your body reacts to my touch. My lips continue their journey, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, touching you all over with the tip of my tongue.

Your breathing grows heavier, and your hands tighten slightly in my hair as I kneel between your legs, my hands sliding down your sides to rest on your hips. I can see how aroused you are through your sweatpants, and trace my finger down the length of you, feeling you twitch against my touch as I hear your sharp intake of breath. I take my time, savoring the anticipation as I undo the waistband of your sweats and slide them down.

When I finally look up at you, your gaze is locked on mine, dark and filled with an intensity that sends a shiver through me. I let my hands roam, brushing over your thighs and hips, watching as your head tilts back and a quiet groan escapes you.

Leaning forward, I press a kiss just below your navel, letting my lips linger as my hands continue their teasing path. I hear your breath catch, and when I glance up again, the look on your face is full of wanting.

"Just relax," I murmur softly, my voice low and full of promise. "It's my turn to take care of you."

You nod slowly, your eyes dark with desire, and your hands fall to your sides, giving me the space to move. The air between us is thick, charged with anticipation. My fingers trail lightly over the skin of your stomach, teasing, before sliding lower, finding the waistband of your boxers.

With one smooth motion, I ease them down, my eyes catching yours as I expose more of you. The warmth of your body is intoxicating, and I take my time, letting my hands explore the lines of your legs, my fingers teasing your thighs, before finally looking up to meet your gaze again.

I lean forward, placing soft, lingering kisses along the inside of your thighs. Your body shifts beneath me, a small groan escaping your lips. I run my hands up your thigh and slowly run my hand up your cock. You are so incredibly hard after all of the events leading up to this moment.

My lips glide higher, tracing a path across your skin that sends ripples of pleasure through your body. The fire's warmth spreads through us, mingling with the heat of your arousal and the shared thrill of the moment.

I lean down and kiss the head, softly running my lips around the tip and up and down your shaft, enjoying the amazing contrast of your softest skin and the firmness underneath. I lick the length of you, my warm, wet tongue swirling and tasting, exploring every inch of you. I pause and look up and see you watching me, we lock eyes, and I can feel your moan through your whole body as I finally take your cock inside of my mouth.

My lips pressed firmly around you, my wet mouth drawing you in deep, I feel your body shiver with pleasure as your breathing gets faster and heavier. Your hands move from my hair to the back of my neck, fingers digging in slightly as you pull me closer, guiding me where you need me. I shift slightly, settling between your legs, the feeling of your thighs against my shoulders sending a thrill of anticipation through me.

A soft, shuddering sigh escapes you, and you can feel the vibration as I moan with desire, enjoying returning the pleasure to you that you gave me earlier.

Your fingers tighten slightly in my hair, urging me closer as your hips start to move in rhythm with my motion and I let myself give in, moving deeper, letting you guide me to give you what you need. Your body begins to tremble, and your deep moans fill my ears, the sound of your voice, low and so husky, calling out my name. I feel your whole body tense up and full of heat, as the taste of your cum floods my mouth. You thrust your hips gently one last time, as your climax comes to an end.