Alpine Exposure

The window of the chalet frames a wall of white, the blizzard howling against the glass like it wants in. I set down my camera, the shutter still warm, and watch Lena peel off her sweater. Snowflakes cling to her dark hair, melting into tiny beads of water.

“That last shot was good,” she says, tossing the damp wool onto the armchair. “But I’m freezing. You owe me something warm.”

I laugh, but my throat’s tight. She’s standing there in just a thin tank top, nipples hard against the fabric, and the firelight paints her skin gold. “I’ve got whiskey in my bag.”

“Not what I meant.”

Her voice drops, and she steps closer. I can smell the snow on her, the sharp cold, and underneath it—something sweeter. She stops inches away, looks up at me with those gray eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” she whispers. “On the train up here. While you were setting up the lights.”

“Lena…”

“Don’t talk. Just—touch me.”

My hand moves before I think, cupping her cheek. Her skin is cold, then hot where my palm presses. She leans into it, eyes closing, and then her mouth finds mine.

It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s hungry, desperate, her tongue sliding against mine, her fingers gripping my shirt. I groan into her mouth, pulling her closer, feeling the soft weight of her tits against my chest.

“Fuck,” I breathe, breaking away for a second. “The couch—the fire—“

“I don’t care where,” she says, already tugging at my belt. “Just inside me. Now.”

I push her back onto the fur rug in front of the hearth. She lands with a soft gasp, her legs falling open, and I’m on top of her, yanking her tank top down. Her tits spill out—full, pale, the nipples dark and tight. I take one in my mouth, suck hard, and she arches up, moaning.

“Sí. No pares.”

Her hand finds my cock through my jeans, squeezes. I hiss, buck into her grip. She’s already working my zipper, pulling me out, and the feel of her fingers wrapping around my shaft makes my vision blur.

“You’re so hard,” she murmurs, stroking me. “I want this cock in my pussy.”

I push her shorts down, her panties. She’s wet—I can see it, the slick shine on her thighs. I dip two fingers inside her, and she cries out, her hips bucking.

“God, you’re soaked.”

“For you. All for you.”

I line myself up, rub the head of my cock through her wet folds, and she grabs my ass, pulling me in. I push inside her in one slow, thick thrust.

Her mouth opens wide but no sound comes out. Just a strained gasp, her nails digging into my back. I stay there, buried to the hilt, feeling her clench around me.

“Move,” she begs. “Please.”

I fuck her slow at first, deep strokes that make her eyes roll back. The fire crackles beside us, heat washing over her skin, sweat beading on her temple. I watch her face—the way her lips part, the way her breath hitches with every thrust.

“Faster,” she says. “Harder.”

I give it to her. I pound into her, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. She wraps her legs around my waist, taking me deeper, and I feel her start to tremble.

“I’m close,” she moans. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna come.”

“Come on my cock,” I growl, and I slam into her, grinding my pelvis against her clit.

She screams—a raw, broken sound—and her pussy clenches around me, pulsing. I keep moving, riding her through it, and when she finally goes limp, I pull out.

“Turn around,” I say. “Hands on the couch.”

She obeys, slow, smiling over her shoulder. Her ass is round and perfect as she bends over the armrest. I step up behind her, run my hand down her spine, and push back inside her from behind.

“Yes,” she hisses. “Like that.”

I grab her hips and fuck her hard, watching my cock slide in and out of her wet pussy. She’s tight, hot, and I feel the pressure building in my balls.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn.

“Inside me. Come inside me.”

I bury myself deep, and I let go—hot cum pumping into her, filling her. She moans, pushing back against me, and I stay there, breathless, until I’m empty.

We collapse onto the rug, tangled and sweaty. The fire pops. Snow still hammers the window.

She laughs, soft and breathless. “Best shoot I’ve ever done.”

I kiss her forehead. “We’re not done yet.”