Dylan is radiant out here in the snow talking about northern lights and winter. About summer in Alaska and how much it means to him after endless days of darkness. Without speaking, I sneak my arms around him, hearing the shushing sound of our outerwear sliding against each other. I lean my face in toward his and our cold lips come together in stolen kisses hidden by the thick white puffs of our warm breath in the cold air.
His nose is red and his eyes are bright. I want to stay out there forever, but maybe it isn't a good idea as pretty soon, the wind picks up with some flurries, and we decide to head back, with the crunching sound of our snowshoes surrounding us.
After we enter the house, we start shucking off some of the layers. "That was so cool. Thanks," I tell him.
"I'm going to start the fire. Meet me in the living room in five minutes?"
"Sure, I'll get the drinks."
When I come back with some beers and snacks, Dylan is standing by the fire. I walk over, stand next to him bury my toes in the plush sheepskin rug, I stretch my hands out toward the flames, warming my palms.
"This looks amazing," I am on cloud nine after he just showed me the magic of northern lights.
"Does this make me an absolute romantic?"
"Oh I think northern lights did that."
"I can kick it up a notch?"
I flick my gaze over to the fire burning brightly, then at him. "More than this?"
He turns around, pulls a thick blanket from the sofa and spreads it over the rug. His intense eyes never leave me. I put our drinks carefully on the wooden table, our eyes locked.
"Come closer," he says, his voice dropping into husky territory. When I do, he smirks and in one swift move he wraps an arm around my waist, tugs me even closer to him and his lips are on mine in a chaste kiss.
"How did you like our date so far?"
"It was the best. Cold though," I tease.
"Oh? Well then. Let's warm you up." Without warning he scoops me into his arms and carries me over to the soft spot he made for us by the fire. We both laugh as he drops me down, not gently, and then I pull him roughly so that we end up wrestling on the floor.
My laugh is more of a giggle. "That doesn't count as a romantic gesture!"
"Um yeah, it does. I carried you bridal style."
"For two steps!"
I end up on his lap, and he seals his lips against mine, and I lose myself to the sweet sensation of his tongue wrapping around mine. Before I even realize it, he has me pinned beneath him on the floor, panting between kisses, finally noticing how overdressed we still are. We start stripping off our shirts and it just goes on and on–we're pulling each other's clothes off, he's unfastening my snow pants and finally I'm naked. Then I'm stripping layers of him. There are a lot of layers.
"Winter sex in Alaska is no joke," I tell him.
Dylan agrees, while he eases his tongue into my mouth. I drown in the depths of the feelings his possessive kisses invoke in me. Suddenly I'm breathless as I try unsuccessfully to shove his snow pants off one-handed. His gaze meets mine, and we can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. He gets up and quickly shoves them down, along with his boxers, tossing them on the floor beside us. Finally both of us are now completely naked, and I need more than anything to feel his skin against mine.
The low amber light illuminates his broad shoulders and that sexy chest I want to run my hands across. He steps in front of me, his dick jutting out like it wants to play, watching me from above. The tip is deliciously purple, the veins standing out as tempting ridges I want to lick, and his balls are full and heavy. He strokes himself long and slow, a dark, gleaming look dancing in his eyes.
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Midnight sun
Romance[ boyxboy ] Noah Summerville is broken when his long forgotten uncle comes to his rescue and takes him to a small town of Alaska in a search of a new life. Then he sees Dylan McKenna with his man bun, thick thighs and intense stare. There is somethi...
