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"You're not seriously going to make me wait, are you?" Marisol said, already pulling the zipper of her fleece down. The chalet smelled of pine and woodsmoke, and outside the window the Andes went dark blue as the sun dropped behind them. We'd been hiking all day, and her hair was a mess of dark curls, her cheeks flushed from the cold.

"Depends," I said. "You said you wanted to try something new."

She laughed, low and warm. "I did. I do. But I didn't say I wanted to freeze doing it."

The fire was crackling in the stone hearth, and I pulled her toward it, tugging the fleece off her shoulders. Underneath she wore a thin thermal top, and I could see the shape of her nipples through it. I kissed her hard, no warm-up, my tongue in her mouth while my hands found her hips and pulled her against me.

"Tell me what you want," I said against her lips.

"Everything," she whispered. "But slowly. Or—no. Fast. I don't know."

I pushed her thermal up and she raised her arms, letting me strip it off. Her tits spilled out, dark nipples already hard, and I bent to take one in my mouth. She gasped, her fingers digging into my hair.

"Fuck," she breathed. "Okay. Fast."

I turned her around, one hand flat between her shoulder blades, bending her over the back of the leather sofa. She went willingly, looking back at me with those dark eyes and a grin that made my cock throb. Her hiking pants came down, and underneath—nothing but a thin black thong.

"You planned this," I said.

"Maybe." She wiggled her ass. "You complaining?"

I pulled the thong aside and slid a finger through her pussy. She was already soaked, slick and hot, and she moaned at the first touch. I pressed two fingers inside her, curling them, and she pushed back onto my hand.

"Stop teasing," she said. "I want your cock."

I freed it from my pants and pushed into her in one slow, deep stroke. She cried out, her hands gripping the cushion, her back arching. I held still for a second, feeling her tighten around me, then pulled out and slammed back in.

"Ah—yes—" She was panting. "Like that. Don't stop."

The firelight moved over her skin as I fucked her, one hand on her hip, the other in her hair. She was wet enough that every thrust made a sound, and she kept talking, half-muffled in the leather.

"Harder—fuck, harder—"

I gave her harder, driving into her until the sofa scraped against the floor. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, then broke into a long moan as she came, her pussy clenching around my cock. I pulled out just before I lost it, turning her around and lifting her onto the sofa.

"Ride me," I said.

She climbed on, her knees on either side of my hips, and guided me back inside her. This time she set the pace—slow at first, rolling her hips, her tits moving in front of my face. I took one in my mouth, sucking hard, and she gasped.

"Your mouth—" she said. "God, your mouth."

She rode me faster, her hands braced on my shoulders, her thighs trembling. I could feel her getting close again, her rhythm getting sloppy. I grabbed her ass and pulled her down hard, thrusting up to meet her.

"Say it," I said.

"Make me come." Her voice was ragged. "Please—make me come—"

I pushed my thumb against her clit and she shattered, her whole body shaking, her nails digging into my shoulders. The feel of her coming around me pushed me over the edge, and I came inside her, buried deep, groaning against her neck.

She collapsed onto my chest, breathing hard. For a long moment neither of us said anything. Then she lifted her head and smiled.

"So," she said. "We should try something new more often."

"We've got three more days up here," I said. "And I've got ideas."

"Oh yeah?"

I kissed her, slow and dirty. "Yeah. But first—the hot tub. I want to see you in the snow."

She laughed and pulled me up. "Deal. But you're carrying the wine."