Elle's Brother lives in the mountains three hours from Portland Oregon. Instead of Christmas At Elle's this year like every other year, she must journey through the hills and mountains to Chris's, her brother. But when her car dies, and a snow storm...
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The room is hot with passion. My pussy still vibrating from being beat. I turn to Beckem who lay down next to me. I gather my oxygen and start kissing his neck. I roll over and get atop of him I kiss his neck and nibble one of his prominent collar bones. He lets out a deep growling moan.
This man. This strange man is the best I've ever had. I my find myself catching feelings.
I bite harder and suck. I feel his cock growing again, stabbing my thigh. I kiss his lips, his jaw line invisible with his beard. We suck each others tongues. I slowly lower myself onto his member. Taking every inch deep. He lays his head back into the pillows as he grabs my breast. I arch my back laying my hands onto his thighs. I bounce and twist my hips in circles. His moans deep filling the cabin room telling me I'm doing something right.
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I roll over and feel an empty bed side. Fuck. So much for making him breakfast. I get up and grab his flannel that we left on the couch. I wrap myself up in it. The smell of pine, and masculine pheromones fill my nostrils. I walk over and pour the rest of the coffee from the pot into a mug I pull from out of the cupboard. I add a dash of milk, and two teaspoons of sugar. The fire place simmers, but the cabin warm as the sun shines through the window.
The snow has stopped and I realize it's Christmas. I set my mug down and call out for Beckem. "Beckem?" my voice fills the cabin. No answer.
I open the door and look out. He's already shoveled a walk area, and a trail to the wood.
My heart melts. The snow stopped. That means I'm off to my brothers. The roar of an engine fills the silence around the cabin. I step out only in Beckems shirt. He pulls up in an old style Chevy. I see a smile on his face but slowly fades as he realizes I'm not smiling. My heart thumps in my chest as the engine cuts to a rest. Beckem steps out.
