Frostbite's Embrace: A Frozen Heart

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been in love with cold weather. The melanin in my skin tells me that African Americans are better suited for hotter temperatures and more sun, but I never felt bad about being the only brown-skinned, head-shaven dude walking around in shorts and a t-shirt on a 30-degree day. Yet, this mile-high atmosphere produces a cold that I’ve never experienced before, one that’s made me nervous every time I hear that a cold front is on the way. Thankfully, I quickly got used to it. Though I now dress in layers to stave off the frigid air, I still love the cold and the snow.

A snow storm hit the night before—my first one, actually—but we were ready. The kitchen was stocked full of food, and the backup generators were fueled and ready to go at a moment’s notice. It might have been overkill, but I wasn’t leaving anything to chance. Even still, the fireplace, some warm clothes, and a few blankets would be good enough to help keep the cold at bay if the power and heat had gone out.

Today is going to be awesome, though. I wake up to an endless scene of white covered by cloudy skies. Snow continues to fall lightly. It is beyond beautiful, and the fact that nothing has disturbed the still atmosphere makes everything even better.

I sit up on my side of the bed, looking through the window and contemplating if I am going to put my new truck on the road in these conditions. The lifted 4×4 is more than ready, but the one I am worried about was me. Coming from Dallas and now living in Denver forced me to get used to a different style of driving, especially in such distinct road conditions. After all, we Texans crap a brick at the sight of sleet or one snowflake. So, with every inch of ground covered with snow, you know I am hesitant.

Yet, I had to fulfill one of my new-city bucket list items—see the lake after a newly-fallen snow. I look back at you, seeing your brown hair and noticing how your olive skin gently reflects the natural light. You are already up and kindly smirking at me. “Baby, what are you waiting for?”

Being married for just two months, it didn’t take you long to get used to the fact that I sleep nude. It makes it easier and all the better to wake you with. I stand up and reach for some nearby clothes. You reach over and pinch my ass. I turn to you and say, “Don’t start if you ain’t ready to finish.” You laugh as you spring from the bed and throw on some of my sweats, a hoodie, and some shoes. I didn’t plan on getting out the truck, so I quickly toss on just some jeans, boots, and the North Face coat you bought me. I zip up the jacket and cover my shaved head with a skull cap. In less than a minute, we were out the door, in the truck, and backing out of the garage.

After carefully negotiating the roads, we arrive at Chatfield Lake. I didn’t think we would get in, but the Lord makes a way for His kids. I drive to the perfect spot, and the spectacle is far more marvelous than I could have imagined. Still waters are surrounded by a flawless, eternal sea of white. I lean forward, wrapping my arms around the wheel as the interior heat circulates that all too familiar new-vehicle smell. I know the outside cold will disturb the internal comfort, but fresh air is still something new to me. I have to catch a whiff. I lower the window, and the crisp, glacial air deposits a few of the falling snowflakes into my beard. The smell is pure, icy, and invigorating.

I close the window with a push of a button, not saying a word as I take it all in. Something tells me to look to my right, but I ignore it. Then, an all too familiar and exceedingly lovely scent gently wafts through the air from your direction. I glance at you, seeing something that puts the exterior scenery to shame.

How did I miss this? How could I have been so wrapped up in what was going on outside that I missed the sight of you slowly sliding your fingers in and out of your wet pussy? Your sweats that you wore are around your bare feet from which you managed to silently remove your shoes. The lower half of your body is on full display, and your fragrance is considerably more pleasant than the air outside. That new-vehicle smell is not going to last too much longer if this goes any further.

And right now, I already know I’m in for the time of my life.

My manhood is instantly hard, almost tearing a hole through my jeans. That mouth of yours that I love so much sucks at one of your fingers while your other hand is busy between your delicate thighs. Your fingers glisten with your moisture as they drift in and out of your intimate space. Your eyes are closed, but you know I am watching. You smile and gasp as you give yourself an orgasm, and I can’t stop licking my lips as I watch you and wish that my tongue and cock were making you feel so good.

After descending from your recent high, you gradually open your eyes and fix your gaze on me as I stare at you, wanting to ravage you. You give me that perfect “I’m ready” look and withdraw your two fingers from your pussy and extend them to my lips. I savor your essence and bite my lip as you pull your fingers away. You replace them with your mouth, leaning across the console and kissing me deeply. I pull you closer, causing you to move across the console and straddle my lap. My hands grasp both of your supple cheeks, immediately filling themselves with your plush flesh…so soft, warm, and begging for invasion.

Your lips are millimeters from mine as I ask, “What did I tell you about starting things you ain’t ready to finish?” You strip off your hoodie and toss it into the passenger seat, exposing your perfect bosom. You kiss me once more. Your tongue dances against mine as I knead your soft ass. I tear my mouth from yours and drift to your neck, kissing and sucking it as I wander from one side to the other. I don’t care about leaving visible marks and hickeys. I’m your husband, and I emphatically make the claim that you belong to me. So, I happily mark my territory, fully knowing there would be plenty more in the near future.

You take my skully off my bald head as my mouth envelopes one of your breasts. Your nipples are delightfully hard, and I hungrily suck the most exquisite tits I’ve ever laid eyes on. You pull my head back up and kiss me again, slightly leaning back and staring into my eyes. “Well, Daddy. I started it. What’re you gonna do about it?”

I love it when you challenge me because you know I’ll never back down. “Get back there.”

You slip between the two seats and make your way to the back seat. I smack your ass as you traverse the surprising distance. Seeing you back there finally lets me know how much room we have to work with.

The windows are already fogged, but I don’t care if anyone sees us. They’re simply going to have to enjoy the show.

Before joining you in the back, I take off my Polo boots and jeans. Just as I am removing my coat, you stop me. “Bryan, put your boots back on.” With a grin, I bite my lip and do as you request, putting my boots on and unzipping and taking off my jacket, exposing my large, muscular frame. I’m not a model. However, I make it a point to stay in the gym to give you something to visually enjoy, and you’ve never been dissatisfied with my flat stomach, strong legs, wide chest, and broad shoulders.

In nothing but Polo Boots, I make my way back to you as you place your back in the corner made by the rear seat and driver’s-side passenger door. Throbbing with each of my heartbeats, my veiny, thick girth continuously points directly at its target—your flower whose nectar is dripping from you in anticipation of what we are about to do. I push my wide tongue in as far as it can go, and I feel your tunnel convulsing and pulsing. You grab the back of my head with both of your hands, pressing my face deeper into your fold. My hands lunge underneath you, grabbing your ass and pulling you toward me. I consume you, feasting on your cherry as if you are chef-prepared fare.

I’m hoping for it. Don’t hold it from me. Will it happen? I silently beg for it as I eat you. Yes! Here it is! Finally! You moan as you flood my face with your squirt. Something told me to go for the leather seats, and I’m glad I did. I’m still enjoying the sumptuous breakfast your body has prepared for me when you lift my head up and pull me toward you. My face meets yours, and you kiss me, tasting yourself on my tongue and lips. I pull you closer, causing you to move across the console and straddle my lap. My hands grasp both of your supple cheeks, immediately filling themselves with your plush flesh…so soft, warm, and begging for invasion.

Your lips are millimeters from mine as I ask, “What did I tell you about starting things you ain’t ready to finish?” You strip off your hoodie and toss it into the passenger seat, exposing your perfect bosom. You kiss me once more. Your tongue dances against mine as I knead your soft ass. I tear my mouth from yours and drift to your neck, kissing and sucking it as I wander from one side to the other. I don’t care about leaving visible marks and hickeys. I’m your husband, and I emphatically make the claim that you belong to me. So, I happily mark my territory, fully knowing there would be plenty more in the near future.

You take my skully off my bald head as my mouth envelopes one of your breasts. Your nipples are delightfully hard, and I hungrily suck the most exquisite tits I’ve ever laid eyes on. You pull my head back up and kiss me again, slightly leaning back and staring into my eyes. “Well, Daddy. I started it. What’re you gonna do about it?”

I love it when you challenge me because you know I’ll never back down. “Get back there.”

You slip between the two seats and make your way to the back seat. I smack your ass as you traverse the surprising distance. Seeing you back there finally lets me know how much room we have to work with.

The windows are already fogged, but I don’t care if anyone sees us. They’re simply going to have to enjoy the show.

Before joining you in the back, I take off my Polo boots and jeans. Just as I am removing my coat, you stop me. “Bryan, put your boots back on.” With a grin, I bite my lip and do as you request, putting my boots on and unzipping and taking off my jacket, exposing my large, muscular frame. I’m not a model. However, I make it a point to stay in the gym to give you something to visually enjoy, and you’ve never been dissatisfied with my flat stomach, strong legs, wide chest, and broad shoulders.

In nothing but Polo Boots, I make my way back to you as you place your back in the corner made by the rear seat and driver’s-side passenger door. Throbbing with each of my heartbeats, my veiny, thick girth continuously points directly at its target—your flower whose nectar is dripping from you in anticipation of what we are about to do. I push my wide tongue in as far as it can go, and I feel your tunnel convulsing and pulsing. You grab the back of my head with both of your hands, pressing my face deeper into your fold. My hands lunge underneath you, grabbing your ass and pulling you toward me. I consume you, feasting on your cherry as if you are chef-prepared fare.

I’m hoping for it. Don’t hold it from me. Will it happen? I silently beg for it as I eat you. Yes! Here it is! Finally! You moan as you flood my face with your squirt. Something told me to go for the leather seats, and I’m glad I did. I’m still enjoying the sumptuous breakfast your body has prepared for me when you lift my head up and pull me toward you. My face meets yours, and you kiss me, tasting yourself on my tongue and lips. I pull you closer, causing you to move across the console and straddle my lap. My hands grasp both of your supple cheeks, immediately filling themselves with your plush flesh…so soft, warm, and begging for invasion.

Your lips are millimeters from mine as I ask, “What did I tell you about starting things you ain’t ready to finish?” You strip off your hoodie and toss it into the passenger seat, exposing your perfect bosom. You kiss me once more. Your tongue dances against mine as I knead your soft ass. I tear my mouth from yours and drift to your neck, kissing and sucking it as I wander from one side to the other. I don’t care about leaving visible marks and hickeys. I’m your husband, and I emphatically make the claim that you belong to me. So, I happily mark my territory, fully knowing there would be plenty more in the near future.

You take my skully off my bald head as my mouth envelopes one of your breasts. Your nipples are delightfully hard, and I hungrily suck the most exquisite tits I’ve ever laid eyes on. You pull my head back up and kiss me again, slightly leaning back and staring into my eyes. “Well, Daddy. I started it. What’re you gonna do about it?”

I love it when you challenge me because you know I’ll never back down. “Get back there.”

You slip between the two seats and make your way to the back seat. I smack your ass as you traverse the surprising distance. Seeing you back there finally lets me know how much room we have to work with.

The windows are already fogged, but I don’t care if anyone sees us. They’re simply going to have to enjoy the show.

Before joining you in the back, I take off my Polo boots and jeans. Just as I am removing my coat, you stop me. “Bryan, put your boots back on.” With a grin, I bite my lip and do as you request, putting my boots on and unzipping and taking off my jacket, exposing my large, muscular frame. I’m not a model. However, I make it a point to stay in the gym to give you something to visually enjoy, and you’ve never been dissatisfied with my flat stomach, strong legs, wide chest, and broad shoulders.

In nothing but Polo Boots, I make my way back to you as you place your back in the corner made by the rear seat and driver’s-side passenger door. Throbbing with each of my heartbeats, my veiny, thick girth continuously points directly at its target—your flower whose nectar is dripping from you in anticipation of what we are about to do. I push my wide tongue in as far as it can go, and I feel your tunnel convulsing and pulsing. You grab the back of my head with both of your hands, pressing my face deeper into your fold. My hands lunge underneath you, grabbing your ass and pulling you toward me. I consume you, feasting on your cherry as if you are chef-prepared fare.

I’m hoping for it. Don’t hold it from me. Will it happen? I silently beg for it as I eat you. Yes! Here it is! Finally! You moan as you flood my face with your squirt. Something told me to go for the leather seats, and I’m glad I did. I’m still enjoying the sumptuous breakfast your body has prepared for me when you lift my head up and pull me toward you. My face meets yours, and you kiss me, tasting yourself on my tongue and lips. I pull you closer, causing you to move across the console and straddle my lap. My hands grasp both of your supple cheeks, immediately filling themselves with your plush flesh…so soft, warm, and begging for invasion.

Your lips are millimeters from mine as I ask, “What did I tell you about starting things you ain’t ready to finish?” You strip off your hoodie and toss it into the passenger seat, exposing your perfect bosom. You kiss me once more. Your tongue dances against mine as I knead your soft ass. I tear my mouth from yours and drift to your neck, kissing and sucking it as I wander from one side to the other. I don’t care about leaving visible marks and hickeys. I’m your husband, and I emphatically make the claim that you belong to me. So, I happily mark my territory, fully knowing there would be plenty more in the near future.

You take my skully off my bald head as my mouth envelopes one of your breasts. Your nipples are delightfully hard, and I hungrily suck the most exquisite tits I’ve ever laid eyes on. You pull my head back up and kiss me again, slightly leaning back and staring into my eyes. “Well, Daddy. I started it. What’re you gonna do about it?”

I love it when you challenge me because you know I’ll never back down. “Get back there.”

You slip between the two seats and make your way to the back seat. I smack your ass as you traverse the surprising distance. Seeing you back there finally lets me know how much room we have to work with.

The windows are already fogged, but I don’t care if anyone sees us. They’re simply going to have to enjoy the show.

Before joining you in the back, I take off my Polo boots and jeans. Just as I am removing my coat, you stop me. “Bryan, put your boots back on.” With a grin, I bite my lip and do as you request, putting my boots on and unzipping and taking off my jacket, exposing my large, muscular frame. I’m not a model. However, I make it a point to stay in the gym to give you something to visually enjoy, and you’ve never been dissatisfied with my flat stomach, strong legs, wide chest, and broad shoulders.

In nothing but Polo Boots, I make my way back to you as you place your back in the corner made by the rear seat and driver’s-side passenger door. Throbbing with each of my heartbeats, my veiny, thick girth continuously points directly at its target—your flower whose nectar is dripping from you in anticipation of what we are about to do. I push my wide tongue in as far as it can go, and I feel your tunnel convulsing and pulsing. You grab the back of my head with both of your hands, pressing my face deeper into your fold. My hands lunge underneath you, grabbing your ass and pulling you toward me. I consume you, feasting on your cherry as if you are chef-prepared fare

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