First Snow: Christening

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? My 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 lower 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. With your legs gaping, your tight, gorgeous pussy flaunts itself. You insert two fingers into your garden and taste your wetness as you tweak your nipples with your other hand.

I take my position before you, my face between your soft thighs as I lay my body across the length of the back seat. Starting slowly, I deliberately devour your pussy. I intermittently thrust my tongue inside of you and switch back and forth between deeply sucking your clit and kissing your lower lips.

My God!….YOU TASTE SO GOOD!!!

As I run my tongue up and down just inside you, I thirstily slurp the juices you produce for me. So early in the morning, your pussy is the best meal with which to begin my day. 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 hole. 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.  We don’t care about tasting each other’s fluids and swapping them in our kisses. They are extensions of us. You stare at me with such innocence and say what all husbands love to hear their wives say: “Baby, I want you. Fill me up. I need you. I need you inside me, right now.”

You stare at me with such innocence and beggingly say what all husbands love to hear their wives say: “Baby, I want you. Fill me up. I need you. I need you inside me, right now.”

Those words….Not just to be desired, but to be told that I’m needed inside you to fill the aching void your body is experiencing; it is enough to make me cum right now.

I position my cock at your entrance, my broad helmet kissing the exterior of your folds and leaving ample amounts of pre-cum. You comment on my considerable thickness and, though it’s unnecessary, I still love the fact that you notice and take the time to point it out because I take all the time to relish and obsess about every square inch of you. I push my head in, and you shudder at my presence. You’ve never been able to physically accept me wholly, but I am determined that you will experience all of me today. After all, you often run from the full brunt of me in the bedroom, but the back seat of this truck isn’t allowing you that luxury. Deeper and deeper, my girth slowly sinks into you. Your tightness is forcing me to take my time, and I’m all too fine with that. You gasp the entire time, and I feel your walls gradually spreading themselves to receive me.

“Just relax, baby. I’m not going to hurt you. I swear.” I calm you as I push farther in. For the first time ever, you accept my entire length and girth, your pussy sweetly wrapping itself around me. Though I wasn’t promiscuous before we met and married, you are the only woman that has ever fully taken me in. It’s a testament to your magnificent body, the love you have for me, and the patience you show me. Always wanting to please me, you even make yourself uncomfortable, forcing me to stop you at times because you deserve so much more. You don’t have to do it, but it makes your spirit so much more attractive. For the rest of my life, and with every stroke, I will reward you and do my best to show you how much I appreciate and love you.

The base of my girth stretches your opening even more. I begin slowly thrusting into you, occupying spaces inside you that have never been touched. You hold on to me for dear life, just the way I like it. I adore being your anchor to this world as we love each other. I stroke you, keeping my gaze on your alluring face and studying you as you take my cock.

Just above a whisper, I breathe, “You wanted to be filled. I’m just doing as you asked.” Your eyes remain closed, but your facial expressions turn from wincing to those of pure pleasure. Your gasps give way to rapturous moans, signaling that your apprehension toward being chock-full of me has transformed into pure ecstasy. Your pussy tightens around my thick shaft and causes me to chuckle because of what is cumming next—it’s you. Your release is intense and superb as I continue my slow and deliberate strokes, pulling out your silky moisture each time I retract for another slow drive inward.

Biting your lower lip, you open your eyes to see me staring at you with a doting smile as I push and pull myself in and out of you. “There she is. Hey, baby.” I kiss you as my hips continue their work down below.  “Now that you’re back, let’s have a bit more fun.”

I pull out of you, hearing the thickness of your cum as every inch of me is withdrawing from you. As I sit with my back against the rear of the interior, you move from your corner and face the front of the truck. My veiny cock stands fully erect and ready for you to take your seat for the most epic reverse cowgirl. You hold on to both the driver’s and passenger’s side seats as you look back at me with your pussy hovering just above the crimson head of my throbbing pole. They meet, and I grin upon realizing we are so in synch that we know what each other wants.

I grab your hips and pull you down, down, down onto my cock. You plummet three-quarters of the way and begin riding me. But, you have already managed to spoil me within just the last fifteen minutes. Now, all of me must be inside you. I yank you down as I thrust up into you, forcing your ass cheeks to collide with and rest upon my pelvis. The sudden shove takes your breath away. You marinate on me for a few seconds, the entirety of my cock buried inside you now. I lightly smack your ass with a chiding, “No cheating, baby.”

You start your rhythm and, as if it weren’t rock solid already, my rod stiffens even more as your tight pussy begins swallowing my cock over and over and over with each of your risings and fallings. You’re completely into it, surprising me with your energy and palpable lust. I LOVE IT. Where you were once slow, you speed up as if you need more and faster, and I am all too happy to help you. I begin thrusting during each of your descents, causing your ass to ripple with every impact of your backside against my pelvis and the top of my thighs. I can feel my balls bouncing up and striking against your clit with each forceful clash.

The windows are no longer foggy. They are drenched, sweating with the thick atmosphere of our sex. Your body duplicates that moisture in your soaked pussy and on your skin that has developed the sexiest layer of sweat as you repeatedly bound off me, riding me with reckless abandon. Our once delicate lovemaking has turned passionate and ferocious as if you riding me has flipped a switch in your heart, and I celebrate every second of you having your fill of me. My wife. My heart. My partner. My love. The object of my manful craving.

My hands grip your hips tightly, taking over your rhythm and intensifying your ride. I smack that ass as you transition from stabilizing yourself between both seats to fully hugging the driver’s seat. I migrate with you, adjusting my angle to my right to compensate for your movement to your left. It gives me more room to recline, thereby exposing and lengthening more of my cock for you to ride. And like a fiend, you take advantage of it and begin impaling yourself on my rigid dick over and over, faster and faster. You just can’t get enough, and I am not going to stop you, baby.

You release your grip on the seat and turn to face me, placing the weight of your back against the back of the middle console. I scoot forward with my ass hanging off the seat and my back being supported by it. You stand as tall as you can and descend onto my cock. You hold your semi-squat and half-standing position as I rapidly propel my dick into you, it repeatedly ascending into your delicious folds. Again and again, my tossed-up balls slap your ass as I hold your hips for added leverage. My name, amongst other sayings, escape your mouth as I swiftly drill you skyward. The combination of the rhythmic fap, fap, fap of our bodies colliding and the heavenly feeling of your snug pussy surrounding my shaft is remarkable.

Until now, I thought our wedding night was the best sex I’ve ever had. Today, you are raising the bar so high that I believe we will never find it again. But, I realize that it is only our second month of marriage. Though we’re both in our mid-thirties, we have taken care of our bodies, allowing us to have many more years to love and experience each other and outdo what we were doing now.

You gesture for me to sit back up, but in a slouching position. “I want to finish you,” you say. I love your confidence, baby, and I can’t wait for you to back it up. So, I do as I’m told and hold on to your graceful hips. I slouch and you begin riding me with everything you have. With your pussy packed to capacity with my dick, you expertly handle me as you grind on me. The air is saturated with our scent as my hands glide from your hips to cupping both of your ample breasts.

We are consumed with each other. Our sex is hypnotizing. Your moans. My groans. Your cries of exhilaration. My grunts of gratification….I didn’t even realize it, but my palms are back to gripping your ass cheeks to remain grounded in the moment. You lean in, placing your hands on my shoulders for stability as you work my cock. Your grip turns to an embrace of my neck as you continue grinding me. What I thing are gasps from you are actually words. After each of your thrusts, you utter a word. “Your (grind)…cock (grind)…Your (thrust)… cock (thrust)…Your (grind)…cock (thrust)…”

I. AM. IN. LOVE. WITH. YOU.  

“Keep riding, baby. I love it. Grind me. Don’t stop.” I feel your climax beginning, gripping my dick with the strength of your love for me, and I wonder—

Then, I feel it. That overpowering and warm sinking at the base of my nuts that foretells what is about to happen. “Babe, I’m about to bust.” At that, your riding and grinding intensify. “Baby, I’m gonna cum. I’m about to cum.” My dick is throbbing as my juice travels from my balls and fills my shaft. You feel me pulsating inside you as your orgasm consumes you. My cum is well on its way as you dismount me and fall to your knees in front me, your face right at the tip of my manhood. I can’t believe it, but you’re about to do what you told me you would never do. Shooting my ropes is imminent, and you begin greedily sucking me off, licking my shaft and trying your best to fit as much of me as possible in your throat. I am putty in your hands and mouth.

I can do nothing but give in to my orgasm that focuses all of my energy into my rod as you suck every thick stream of cum from my dick. Through airy breaths, I’m gasping your name as you nurse at my cock, extracting every drop of my essence from my shaft. To this date, it’s the longest, most intense and all-consuming nut I’ve ever had in my life, and I’m so happy that it’s you—my wife, my friend, my lover, my prayer partner, my companion—that made it happen.

Indeed, you have finished what you started, and I can’t wait to pay you back. The way you initiated our lovemaking and took charge…baby, I cherish it. Sometimes, we men need to be able to sit back and let you ladies work, but it’s rare to find a woman that has no problem showing that she wants it—that she needs it. I’m so glad that you’re not uptight about taking the lead. I’m definitely unbothered about you taking it.

We gather ourselves after what had to be another 20 minutes of rest. The truck is still running. The windows are still sweating. The cologne of our sex has consumed the air, and we no longer smell that new-vehicle smell. You head up front to your seat. I smack your ass again before you sit. You look back at me and smile with, “Don’t start if you ain’t ready to finish.” I wink at you, and decide that I don’t wanna go through all the trouble of climbing back up front just to avoid anyone’s gaze. Plus, there’s likely no one at the lake or around us anyway. Even still, I’m confident in what God has given me…almost to a fault. So, I exit the back seat through the driver’s side passenger door, my entire wife-used body and freshly-ridden cock naked and exposed for all to see, save my feet adorned with my Polo boots. Steam floats from the entirety of my body as if I am lit with an invisible flame.

I attempt to open the front driver’s side door and hear you lock them all.

“Now you have jokes,” I say. It’s cold, but with the heat and passion I just experienced, the frigid air is refreshing. I knock on the door for you to unlock it. “If you don’t open this door, I don’t get to pay you back for what you just gave me.” A click of the locks resounds throughout the stillness and I open the door and hop in.

Once inside, I see you smiling and giggling. You’re putting my sweats back on, but I stop you. “Keep them off. We’re going straight home and into the garage. I want you ready for round 2. Keep that pussy hot and wet. I’ll handle it when we get there.”

You look at me, shocked. I stare back at you with an “I’m-not-playing-with-you” glare. You bite your lower lip and begin slowly stroking your pussy as I throw the truck into drive and begin the drive home.

When we left the house, I didn’t expect that we would christen my truck. Nevertheless, I’m glad it happened, and I owe you for what you just did. I look at you, nodding my head with, “Baby, get ready. It’s gonna be a long day.”