A Thankful Blizzard Pt. 03

Author's Notes:

Here it is, the (hopefully) much anticipated next segment of our journey with Kat and Paul. If you haven't read the first two parts, please go do so. This will make very little sense by itself. Any references to real entities are for reference purpose only. I do not own any of those names.

A big thanks to GaiusPetronius – he stepped up and helped to edit this segment, when my friend has been busy. Gaius' guidance and wisdom/experience has helped shape several sections into this story – in my opinion turning a good story into a great one. He did this entire edit in one night. So I claim responsibility for any remaining errors, since I trust his abilities.

Enjoy chapters 5-7!

Chapter 5

I sat there in complete disbelief. Katherine White – daughter of Doug White, CEO of the White Family Corporation – was the poor stranded girl I had picked up off the side of the road. She had been kidnapped. If I remembered correctly, since the McMahon thugs had crossed the state border, it was a federal offense. From Kat's description of what happened, I doubted anyone knew she had been dumped off in the mountains of Colorado.

And we'd just had sex. Incredible, amazing, satisfying sex. My mind wandered, replaying the events of our lovemaking. Had she said anything that could have indicated this, during our passion? No, I didn't think so. She kept chanting my name, encouraging me on. Just the thought of what we had done had me growing hard again.

But had she lied to me? It didn't seem that way. There were a couple times she seemed to be thinking about something, but I thought she was being honest the entire time.

Well, my phone didn't get reception, but there was the cabin phone. Perhaps I could call out and notify her parents...

Shit! My own parents! They were going to be worried sick about me. I checked the time, seeing it just after 4 pm. They will have expected a call from me by now. Better take care of that really quick.

I rose from the chairs and found the cabin phone, hanging from the wall. A corded phone, something I hadn't seen or experienced since I was a little boy. Well, it was still a phone. I picked up the receiver, ready to dial my parents first, deal with that, then try to reach Mr. White, or the Phoenix police, someone to notify that she was safe and we'd be back when the blizzard ended.

I paused. Something didn't sound right. The phone sounded hollow: no noise, no static, no dial tone.

Shit! Again! I checked the cable, made sure everything was plugged in, traced the line to where it entered the wall – everything seemed in place. The snow must have done something to cut the phone line. How would I reach the outside world now? I could probably put my coat on and trudge out through the snow to the main office, get some help from Max. That was probably the wisest thing to do, before it got too dark. The sooner everyone could be notified, the better.

I went over to the bedroom, peeking in, but saw that the bathroom was still closed. I'll write her a note, leave it on the bed, let her know I'm going to the office and I'll be back soon. No sense in making her worry when she comes out and can't find me.

A few minutes later, I had left a simple note, with paper from her sketch book, on the bed. I had all my warmest clothing on, my coat, a hat, my gloves – anything I thought that would keep me warm during the short trek. I took a deep breath and grabbed the door handle, pushing against the door. But it didn't move. Did I leave the deadbolt latched? No, all the locks were free. I checked and confirmed the handle was turning in my gloved hand. But the door still wouldn't budge. Was I being an idiot, in a sort of panic, trying to push when I should pull?

Oh. That made me feel dumb. But pulling on the door didn't change the panic I was starting to feel. As the door opened up, the storm door revealed snow was blocking all but the top inch of glass. Holy shit. How would that even budge? I had to at least try.

I twisted the knob and gave a lunge with my shoulder. The door seemed to move, but upon checking, it was less than an inch. I gave another shove, harder than before, but I couldn't feel the door give any leeway. It looked as if we were stuck. My shoulders slumped. I wiped some sweat from my brow, and realized I was roasting, with the effort I had been exerting and being dressed in full winter garb. Defeated, I closed the main door and started peeling off all my layers, putting them back, wondering how I was going to break the news to Kat that we were well and truly stuck. Well, if all else failed, I'm sure one of the solid wooden chairs could crash through the side window. But if the blizzard was bad enough to hold the door shut, I imagined I probably couldn't even find my way to the main office anyway.

I took one last look around the cabin to see if there was any other way out of here. Finding none, I sat down heavily onto the couch, resting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. I sat there like that, thinking, pondering how I was going to talk to Kat. And what to do about the knowledge that she was the daughter of a ridiculously wealthy family – an heiress to that, too – who wanted to go her own way instead of taking over the family business. I couldn't blame her, really. Sure she could have wealth, probably power too, but if she wasn't happy, or if she couldn't have the time to do her art, with the responsibilities of running a corporation, what was the point? All work and no play, after all. I sighed and leaned back into the cushion. What was I going to do?

I had been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't heard the shower stop, or any other indication that Kat was right behind me, until I felt warm hands trace from my shoulders down my chest, then her lips press into my neck. Ah, God that felt so good...

"Didja miss me?" Her soft whisper into my ear, followed by her tongue, sent shivers down my spine and blood rushing into my member.

"Hmmm, of course I did..." I placed my hands over the top of hers. Her lips and tongue were doing wonders to my neck, jolts of pleasure racing through my body. I had to talk to her though, quickly, before I lost all rational thought. "Kat, I..."

"Shhhh..." Her finger reached up to my lips, pressing her fingertip into my mouth. Good lord, this woman was sensuality personified. "No talk – just fuck me again." Those words were like a fire, igniting a passion in my core. I sucked gently on her finger, then I tried one last time.

"I just have..." This time her lips cut me off, as she had used her hand to pull my head to the side, pressing her tongue against my lips. I couldn't help it, so I parted my lips and felt her tongue press into my mouth, searching out my own tongue. That kiss lasted for what felt like forever, leaving me breathless.

"Well, if you won't fuck me..." She climbed over the back of the couch, and I saw she was still naked from her shower. "Then maybe I should just fuck you..." How can a guy argue with that? I didn't think I had the courage to do so anyway. I still felt a little nervous, but far less than I'd ever felt around a woman before. The sight of her naked, climbing over the couch, and pressing into me was perhaps one of the sexiest, most beautiful things I had ever seen. She must have noticed the "deer in the headlights" look I had, for she giggled softly, pressing me down into the couch. She straddled my hips and leaned down, her still damp, red hair creating a curtain around my head. Her lips found mine again, one of her hands caressing the side of my face. I traced her back with my own hands, feeling the soft curves of her hips, the roundness of her ass.

"Ah, Kat... I lo... uh, love the way you make me feel." I was surprised I was about ready to spout the love word to her, having known her for less than a day. She either didn't notice or didn't care, for her other hand slid down my chest and grabbed my rigid penis through my pants.

"Hmm, I love the feelings you give me too!" I'd often read of authors describing a woman speaking in such a way that it was as if she purred. I thought it ridiculous, picturing a woman purring like a cat, or some other odd behavior. Yet the way Kat had just said that – damned if she didn't purr. "Although, I think you're way overdressed for this."

I moaned as I felt her hand slide up and under my shirt, bunching the fabric up around her arm as she continued up my chest. As she got to my shoulders, her other hand joined the fight to get my shirt off my body. She pulled, so hard that I lifted off the cushion a little bit. I helped her out by leaning forward a bit more, lifting my arms around my head. She wasted no time, chucking the shirt to the side, attacking my bare skin with kisses, caresses and licks. I could feel the heat of her own crotch as it pressed against mine, a fact that just made me want her even more. Our first time making love had been incredible – no, it was stunning, simply beyond mere words. I was already anticipating the incredible sensations of being with her this way.

"For a Ph.D. candidate, you sure have a rockin' body," I heard her moan, kissing her way down my abs and reaching the waistband of my pants. Me, a "rockin' body?" I didn't think so, but apparently running and hiking had its benefits. She undid the button, slowly pulled the zipper down, kissing the head of my penis through the thin fabric of my underwear. I twitched at the pleasure of that kiss. "And this..." She kissed it again. "Is... absolutely... amazing..." Each word punctuated by another kiss. I thought I was going to cum, right then, without her even getting my underwear off, but she just blew warm air around it, pulling my pants the rest of the way off.

"Unghhh..." The most words I seemed to be able to get out. "I, uh... I almost came from that..."

"Really? You like it?" She leaned forward and kissed through the fabric again. "Or do you just like seeing me do it?" This time, she pulled the waistband of my pants down and pressed her lips around the head of my cock. "Are you gonna' cum in my mouth again?"

I found it hard to form any words, as I had one seemingly continuous moan escaping my lips. I nodded furiously at her, a blush spreading across my face.

My cock popped out of her mouth, and she grinned. "Which question? All of them?"

My face turned a bit redder as I thought of her lips locking tight around my orgasm, not letting anything escape. I nodded again, still a bit unable to speak. She was a bit bolder this time, taking charge. I think I liked it.

"Well, Paul... cum in my mouth then." She pulled me into her mouth again, pushing a bit further down than before. It felt amazing, and I wasn't even sure what she was doing. The pleasure built in intensity, as I felt her tongue doing impossible things. At one point it felt like her tongue pushed against my slit, then flicked the underside and around the head, before pushing me further into her mouth. Her head began bobbing up and down, her hair getting a little bounce to it as it dried. Her emerald eyes were locked onto mine. I couldn't blink, I was captivated by her – the intensity with which she did these things, the smile her eyes seemed to have as she continued to slide up and down the shaft, never letting my cock slip from her mouth. The nostrils on her cute little nose would flare with each breath, each bob, up and down. I was a goner, and I'm sure she knew it. I felt that tickling intensity that signaled the oncoming orgasm.

"Ungh... ungh, Kat... Kat... I'm... guh... I..." Words strung together into nearly incoherent phrases, as I tried to warn her. She grinned, then pushed down hard, her hand grasping the base of my shaft, the other hand massaging my balls, as the first contraction hit me like a punch to my entire lower region. Each blast, a second apart, was so intense, so pleasurable, so wonderful. My hands had grasped onto anything I could, one hand gripping the back of the couch, the other on the edge of the seat. I could see her throat moving, swallowing, as my cum poured out into her mouth. As the waves of pleasure subsided, I think I finally found the ability to breathe, and gasped for air, feeling my pulse throbbing in my head. I watched her ease up, sucking as she went, so that she came off with a pop. She swallowed hard once more, then proceeded to lick around the entire length of me, from top to bottom, with these slow, luxurious-feeling strokes of her tongue. It felt like she was massaging it, praising it, something. I had no idea that pleasure like that existed. I finally closed my eyes, breathing hard still, and tried to mumble my thanks, about as loud as I could manage at the moment.

"What's that, baby?"

"Thank you."

She chuckled, a sound that still had a sexy quality to it. "It was," she paused with a huge smile, "my pleasure." She crawled slowly up to meet my lips, which I gladly accepted, kissing her fully. I remembered hearing from my roommate that he didn't like kissing his girlfriend after she gave him a blowjob. I couldn't see why. I could tell a subtle taste of myself was on her lips, but it was still her lips, her tongue and her passion I could feel in the kiss. I wasn't passing that up. Besides, I think I remember she kissed me after I did it to her. Seemed only fair.

"Uh... can I... um, do you now?" Wow, I sounded so awkward.

She grinned and giggled. "I thought you'd never ask." She pulled me with her, maintaining our kiss, and fell back on the couch cushions, pulling me on top of her. I realized I still had my underwear around my thighs, so I paused to pull them off.

"I, uh, still have these on." Once they were off, I crawled back onto her, kissing her lips some more. I felt my slightly soft penis press against her, feeling her wetness. Wow, that was hot. Hot enough that I felt myself getting harder. She did too, as she grinned and kissed me some more.

"We could... just skip... to fucking..." She whispered between kisses. I broke off from her kiss, grinning at her.

"Soon." I promised her. "But, uh, first I want to taste my little snowflake." I hoped it didn't sound too cheesy. I was hoping for endearing and sweet.

"Hmmm, then taste me all you want, Doc, but you may need to insert your probe for further testing." Kat's grin was another intoxicating quality about her. There really was so much about this woman that begged further studying, inspecting, and appreciating.

"That, I can do." I set to work, hoping I could give her the kind of pleasure she gave me. I recalled what I did to her before, the slow buildup and priming of her body before even touching her. Perhaps if I repeated my method, the results may match.

I started by kissing her neck, much like she had to me, and licked near her ear. I decided to try whispering to her as I kissed around her neck. She seemed to like it a lot.

"When I first picked you up, I thought I had found a goddess or something." I felt her sigh. I used one of my hands to trace around her stomach, under her breasts, and between them. "You wore such an amazing outfit. It was so out of place. I actually thought you may have been an angel yourself, wearing something like that out there." I paused to kiss under her chin, across her collarbones, to the other side, repeating the same kisses and licks. "When you first turned towards me, your eyes were more beautiful than anything I'd ever seen before." I bit the bottom of her earlobe lightly.

"Ohhh, Paul..."

"And your face – so smooth and beautiful – reminded me of a perfectly carved statue." My hand caressed the tops of her breasts now, briefly passing over her hard nipples, making her tense up and moan lightly. "Then talking to you – that was the most magical part. Your mind seems to be the most beautiful part of you." I gently squeezed one of her breasts now, before twirling my fingers around her nipple, lightly pinching it. "Which says a lot, as you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

Her breathing increased, her chest rising and falling more rapidly now. "Oh God, Paul..." She was moaning, arcing her hips up into my groin now. I felt her wetness against my stiffening penis, so I thought I'd try and tease her, just a little bit. I moved my hips up and down, so that just the tip of my cock traced along her slit. When she gave a little "oh" of pleasure, I pressed my hips a little harder against her. I thought I could feel her clit touching the head, so I tried rubbing the length of my shaft against her.

"Oh, just fuck me... please..." Her hips were moving too, as if she was trying to capture my cock.

"Soon." I repeated my promise again. I slid my kisses down her chest to her nipples, latching onto one and squeezing the other. Her moans increased. I kissed further down, along her stomach, flicking my tongue into her belly button, then down her hips, just past her lips. I heard frustration in her groans now, as I moved my kisses and tongue down her inner thigh. I got to her knee, then switched to the other leg, tracing back up. When I reached her glistening slit, I breathed deeply, inhaling her rich aroma, then breathing across the lips of her pussy.

"Ahhh, Paul, lick my pussy..." I obliged her then, tracing my tongue along the outer labia, around the inside, pressing into her opening a few times. Her hips were moving slowly to my caresses and licks now. Her breathing had increased to a light pant. I knew I wanted to hear her moan and scream out in pleasure again, but I had really enjoyed hearing her beg me for release. I continued licking her everywhere but her clit, using my hands to hold her hips steady. When the panting increased, I used my hands to spread her pussy lips apart. I heard some frustration in her groans now, and looked up at her eyes to see her watching me. She was pinching and tugging on both her nipples now, caressing her own breasts. Her brow was furrowed, and she bit her lip.

"Oh God, Paul, don't tease me... don't tease... make me cum, please..." There it was – her begging, panting voice. It sent shivers down my own spine. I pushed one of my fingers into her slippery pussy, and attacked her clit with my tongue, flicking it around and pulling it between my lips. The reaction was nearly instantaneous. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... AHHHH!!" Her breathing stopped, she tensed up, her back arching up off the cushions. Her eyes were pinched shut, little whimpers over and over. "Uh, uh, uh, hmm, mm, mm, yes!" Once again, it seemed that my licking became too much, because she tugged on my hair to pull me up her body. Sliding up, I snuck a kiss on each breast before I found her waiting lips.

"How... was... that... my... goddess?" I asked between kisses.

"God, tasting myself... on your lips... is so hot!" Her hands roamed over my back, pulling on my ass again, just like earlier. "Fuck me, please... push into... YESSS!" She hissed as I entered her, pushing fully into her in one thrust. "Uhh, you feel so good in me!"

"Weren't you supposed to fuck me?" I felt emboldened, swearing – something I rarely did. But asking her that seemed to light a fire in her eyes, for she pushed on my chest, up and off of her. I slid out of her as she continued pushing until I was once again on my back. She crawled onto me, straddling my hips, grasping my cock and aiming it at her wet pussy.

"Then prepare to be fucked!" And with that, she slid down, all the way. She hissed with pleasure, and proceeded to grind her hips on me. It was such a beautiful sight, watching her hips roll back and forth, feeling her hot wetness sliding up and down my shaft. "Ah God, so good," she moaned. I reached up and cupped one of her breasts, feeling its weight in my hands. I rolled the nipple lightly between my fingers. "Paul, oh, Paul..." She was moaning as she rolled her hips in a steady rhythm. It felt so good; I didn't think I'd be this hard, this quickly after her amazing blowjob.