Steeper Slopes

“Hey. Just checking to see how it’s coming along.”

“Come here and check it out.”

“You’re done already?”

“Almost. Just have a couple more screws to put in. And then the books.”

“Oh my god, it looks great. I’m so glad we went with the darker stain. It matches the floor so well.”

“Glad you like it.”

“I can’t believe you got this finished so quick. Aren’t you exhausted? You were up at, what, five this morning?”

“Six. There was fresh powder on the mountain. Couldn’t resist.”

“Then you cooked breakfast? Then a workout? Now, this? You’re a machine.”

“I think I’m still on a high from the wedding. My body hasn’t realized we’re on vacation yet.”

“Me too, but you’re on a whole other level.”

Mmm, you feel good against me. I’m so glad we decided to take a whole month off after the wedding. No responsibilities, no work. Just time to just recharge and be with one another.

The wedding was so close to the holidays and it would’ve been too difficult trying to fit in a proper honeymoon with all of that. Spending the month here at your family’s cabin upstate has actually been an incredible vacation.

You love having a project to keep you busy and the house needs a bit of work after a few years of being unoccupied. I get to lounge around and drink mulled wine and read in front of the fireplace all day while you do the hard stuff.

I’m so excited to spend Christmas with you, just the two of us.

It’s funny, though. I’m really not used to seeing you like this. In coveralls and boots, unshaven. It’s quite a change from the slim-fit suits and expensive watches you usually wear at work.

I’ve noticed you… change, a little bit, since we got here. I mean, we were both pretty high-strung in those weeks leading up to the wedding, so it makes sense that you’re more relaxed.

But… there’s something more. A new side of you I just never really saw back in the city.

Here, you’ve been spending your days building homemade furniture for the house. Clearing snow and hauling brush in your dad’s old truck. I had no idea you even knew how to use a drill, much less build a bookshelf that won’t fall apart.

It’s funny how people can surprise you. Even when you’re married to them.

“You can barely keep your hands off me today…”

“Can’t I?”

“You know you can’t…”

“I’m just… very into this whole rugged mountain man thing you’ve got going on.”

“I just haven’t shaved. It’s freezing out here. Gotta have a little beard to keep me warm.”

“No, it’s more than that. You’re all unkempt and sweaty and… you just look really good with that toolbelt on. It’s hot.”

“So, you think I should keep the beard, then?”

“Keep the beard. And the coveralls. And the toolbelt.”

“Tell me more about this, uh, new interest in rugged guys.”

“Mm, well… I just… really liked watching you chop that firewood yesterday. There’s something really attractive about, um, how strong you looked. Like, I get it now, the TikTok obsession with really masculine guys doing manly things.”

“Damn. If I had known that, I would’ve brought you out here a lot sooner.”

“So, sounds like you want something a little… rough? Someone to… take control?”

“Mmhmmm.”

“I’ve been thinking about you… all-day…”

“Yeah? Tell me more.”

“I was thinking about… you, telling me what to do. Getting a little bossy, a little possessive…”

“Yeah…?”

You roll over and pin my arms above my head. God, I love when you’re a little rough with me.

“Take what you want.”

“I will.”

You get rid of my pants and settle between my legs, forcing them apart with a nudge of your hips.

Your body seems huge above me and… I kind of like the feeling. Your weight on me… feeling not only small beneath you, but… protected…

“Look at you, laid out beneath me…”

The tip of your cock presses up between my legs… You’re getting hard quickly. You roll your hips a little, teasing me…

You dip your hand beneath the waistband of my underwear… and roll your fingers slowly over my clit.

“All that wetness… just for me…”

“Look at you… lifting those hips to get me deeper… I know exactly what you need. Let me hear you moan for me…”

“F-fuck…”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to give you what you want… but I might make you wait a bit.”

“That’s it, baby… I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you this dick. But you’ve gotta be good. Are you going to be good for me?”

“Y-yeah… yeah, I will.”

You sit up and release my wrists. I reach for your shirt, desperate to feel you, touch your skin underneath.

I help you get rid of your pants and the toolbelt. And now you’re kneeling over me in nothing but your boxers. The bulge of your cock getting bigger and thicker every second… Fuck, I need it.

“Ah-ah-ah. I didn’t say you could have my dick yet. You’re really hungry for it, huh?”

“Yeah? My dick-hungry girl? Slowly… slow. Reach in there… grab it. Good girl. Now take off my boxers.”

“Hold the shaft, yeah… you can rub me a little now. Nice and slow. Control yourself.”

“Oh, yeah—yeah, that’s it… just like that. Yeah…”

I twist my hand around your shaft, trying to go slow. But it’s hard… with how fucking wet I am… how good your fingers felt playing with my clit… I want you now.

“Come here.”

“Yeah that’s it… Sit on my face. Face the other way.”

I climb on top of you, straddling your face with my knees on either side of your neck, facing away from you. Your dick looks rock hard. I want it so bad, but I want to be good for you.

Your hands wrap around my thighs and squeeze as your tongue plunges between my folds.

Ohh god, your tongue… fuck. The stubble on your cheeks is sharp and scratchy against me, but I bounce on your face harder and faster.

I can’t wait any longer. I want your dick. I want it now.

I lean forward and slip my lips over the tip. Running my tongue down your shaft… and I take you fully into my mouth.

I rock my pussy harder against your face as you flick your tongue back and forth over my clit. Your dick is completely filling my mouth.

“Louder. Give me those moans. Nice and loud for me.”

“Ah, babe, b-babe I’m gonna cum. St-stop, I don’t want to cum yet…”

“Come here. Taste yourself on me…”

“Please… I need you inside…”

“I know you do, baby. Remember what I said? I’m going to give you what you want. Just be patient.”

You guide me to roll over, onto my stomach. Your hand is heavy as it slides down my back, over my ass… squeezing my thighs. The sensation… being forced to wait… knowing how hard it is for you to restrain yourself… my pussy is throbbing.

The tip of your dick rubs up against the outer folds of my pussy.

“Tell me that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Again.”

“Ohhh, fuck, I’m yours… I’m all yours, baby.”

“Oh, you feel that? Is that what you’ve been wanting?”

Your hand slides over my hip, to my breast, and squeezes hard. Your lips press against my ear…

“Is that my pussy? Yeah? Is this all mine?”

“Ohh, yeah, yeah, baby—”

“Look at you. Ohh, yeah, look at you taking all of that dick. Take it all. You can do it, you can take it, baby.”

Oh god…the way you fill me… and stretch me… I can feel every inch of you. My pussy is fucking squeezing you…

“I love fucking you like this…”

Your fingers pinch and squeeze my nipple, your teeth grazing against the back of my neck.

“More… more…”

“Yeah, that’s it, back that ass into me. Fuck yourself on me, baby.”

You straighten up, grabbing my hips to steady yourself. Thrusting harder… me clutching at the sheets…

“That’s it, I’m going to fucking cum inside you. Be loud for me, baby. No one can hear, be as loud as you want.”

“Harder… fuck me…”

“Yeah? Harder?”

“Yeah… fuck!”

“I’m so close…”

“I’m gonna cum inside you… gonna fucking cum…”

“Cum inside me, baby…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s it. That’s it!”

“Oh god… oh, baby…”

“Hey…”

“Hey…”

“That, um… wow. I… I can’t remember the last time I came that hard…”

“Also… sixty-nine? Haven’t done that in… years.”

“I know, it’s an oldie, but goodie.”

“Mmm, I could fall asleep right now… just a quick nap…”

“So we’re not putting your books in the new bookshelf?”

“Later, later. Just… come here.”