Winter Begins

         The leaves had all but vanished from the trees, their passionate colors signaling the approach of her lover. They were only able to meet once a year and that time had arrived. Mother Nature forced her to wait until the leaves were almost gone before she could summon the first snowfall. She had broken the rules in the past, and the consequences had been terrible, so she waited. Summoning the strength within, small white flakes began to drift gently down from the sky, her sign to meet in the cave that night.

         She was giddy with excitement as the snow surrounded her, laying a thin blanket across the world. She had best make preparations; she already wore the finest gown she owned. The dress was of the softest silk with lace strategically placed to inspire lust while revealing very little. She pinched her cheeks making them rosy and ran her fingers across her eyelids, leaving a trail of white. Satisfied with her appearance she descended into the nearby cave where she knew he was waiting.

         Deep in the darkness below the earth, she saw a slight flicker of light. She had waited over a year, those stubborn trees hanging onto the last few leaves long after they had a right to. The light was getting brighter as she approached their secret place.

         She stopped in the archway; he was bent over a task of some sort. The glow from whatever he was working on outlined him in an orange halo. His auburn hair hung down just resting on his thick muscular shoulders. He paused in his work, sensing her presence he stood and turned to face her.

         She thought it impossible but he had gotten more handsome over the past year. His eyes sparkled in the dim light and a smile curved his strong lips. She nearly swooned at the sight of him, gripping the rocky wall to steady her weak legs. Smoothly he walked over and took her in his arms, holding her gently but firmly.

         “I've missed you Holly.” came his deep voice.

         “Hunter; I could not wait any longer.”

         No more words were exchanged between them as he guided her to where he had been working. A magnificent bearskin rug was laid out before them, a large gemstone sat beside it containing the last warmth of fall. It glowed in an astounding rainbow of yellows, oranges and reds. She looked up into his hazel eyes, knowing they had very little time. The snow would fall throughout the night, and then they would be separated again. A tear came to her eye as she thought about saying goodbye.

         He reached his soft fingers up to caress her face, carefully wiping the tear away. His hand slid behind her neck as he leaned down and kissed her lips with desire. She gave herself to the embrace, collapsing in his arms. Her body sagged as he lowered her to the rug. Hunter's firm chest pressed down against her bosom. She felt light headed under him, the warmth of his body against her cool flesh.

         Holly slid her legs apart and his hips pressed against hers urgently. The fabric of their clothes was like a prison, keeping them apart. She clawed at his shirt, desperate with longing for him. He moved his lips across her cheek, and down to her neck. His hot breath increasing her longing to lust.

         He lifted himself up on steel-like arms and looked down into her eyes. It took her breath away to see him above her, his tan chest heaving with yearning. She bit her lip, looking up innocently into his gorgeous eyes. She ran her white nails down that chest now, pausing briefly at his belly. She looked down and fumbled with the buttons on his trousers. Looking back up at his face she saw her need echoed on his face. His eyes gazed at her breast rising and falling; suddenly he grasped the dress and ripped to bodice open. Her exposed flesh tingled as cold air blew over it. Her nipples grew hard, he lunged at her right breast and she cradled his head. His lips curled around her nipple and he sucked it into his warm mouth. His teeth nibbled at it as he moaned.

         She too moaned as his insistent tongue flicked the nipple, his groin pressed against her now moist loins. She moved her hips, trying to urge him onward but he stayed the course. Moving his hand up, rubbing her other breast. The cold air mixed with his heated flesh causing a shiver to run up her spine. She could resist no longer, pulling her dress up, his flesh touched hers. It was soft and firm against her, and slid easily along the length of her clit. She wrapped her legs around him, trying the maneuver it inside her. He was stronger and continued to rub up and down the outside, sliding between the lips, but never entering. He would pause, the head on the verge of entry, and then pull back. She sighed in pleasurable frustration, her nails clawed into his back.

         He arched his back at the sensation as she panted heavily.  She needed him so badly, it had been too long, yet he teased her and it felt wonderful. She moved her hips, trying to trick him into entering, but always he was too fast. She became more insistent as the desire consumed her. She ran her hands down his strong back to his firm buttocks. She pulled on him as tears came unbidden to her eyes.

         Joy.

         Bliss.

         Rapture.

         He slid in, parting her lips easily with his bulk.

         She took all of him and wanted more, she wanted to pull his whole body into hers. An orgasm took her quickly as he moved deeper then pulled back. Holly pulled him forcefully, deeper. Urgently his hips thrust down and the strength shocked her, pushing her back. She matched his rhythm, entirely in sync with him.

         He slid his arms under her and continued thrusting, pain and pleasure in each stroke. She felt such joy at being wrapped up by his body. Sweat ran between them, his chest slipping across hers. She let out a wild cry of pure excitement as she came to orgasm again.

         Knowing what she needed, more so than she did, he slowed his pace. Long deep movements took over as lust gave way to love. His mouth searching for hers, his lips moved over her face. As they connected, his tongue met hers. He pushed all the way in and held firm. She felt the spasm as his cum flowed into her body. She moaned with pleasure as her final climax took hold, washing over her in waves. He did not pull out as her muscles convulsed over and over again. Only his lips and tongue moved.  The snow fell uncontrolled outside the warm cave as she lost control of herself.

         Heard head swam and her legs fell limply aside. His weight dropped onto her, his head resting against her neck. Hunter's breath spilled out over her neck in rapid bursts. Her chest heaved as the orgasm continued to control her. She was powerless to stop it, to do anything. She had never felt anything like it; he had never been this passionate. Her arms ran up and down his back while he stroked her hair with one hand.

         Finally as Holly once again regained control of her body, he eased out of her. His cum flowed out between her legs and onto the already soaked rug. He rolled aside clumsily with his trousers halfway down his legs. She pulled her dress down to cover herself and rolled to face him. Worry creased her brow as she looked at him. What was the cause for his enthusiasm? Was he being unfaithful? It was that summer tart with her warm skin and blonde hair.

         He must have seen something in her eyes, because he kissed her lovingly. She opened her mouth to speak as his lips left hers but his finger touched them lightly. She did not know how to react, her body quivered at his touch but she was afraid of what he would say. Leaning over her, his cock fell against her thigh stirring desire despite her fear. He reached and pulled something from under the rug, she could not see what it was at first.

         He moved back again and took her hand in her, then presented the object of her wonder. It was a ring woven together from small oak twigs. A small bud crowned the ring. He slid it on her finger and her body naturally reacted to its touch. A thin layer of ice formed over it making it shimmer in the gem's mystical light.

         “Yes” came her breathless reply to his unspoken question.

         Hunter kissed her passionately and she rolled on top of him. It was Holly's time to tease and to please, there were still many hours left in this night. Mother Nature would have to change the rules if they were married, she just knew it. The blizzard raged in the world of man as passion raged in the world of the gods.

         Joy.

         Bliss.

         Rapture.

        Again.