Snow Day

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: RPF - I'm GOING TO HELL! But hey, I'll have fun.

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The show wouldn’t stop falling in Vancouver as the cast and crew made their way out of the mountains. Three feet was expected as David did what he could to maneuver the 4X4 down the mountain, Gillian by his side, they had car pooled on this specific day and he silently cursed Canada and couldn’t wait to get to LA. Not 100 feet from the cabins where they had been staying David swerved and hit a snow bank. The car wasn’t going anywhere and given they were late leaving there was no chance anyone else was around to help them. Continuing to curse Canada and snow, David got out of the Jeep, pulled up the hood of his ski coat and walked to the other side, pulling the door open so his costar could get out. Their best bet was to return to the cabin and wait for the snow to stop and for road conditions to improve.

David held her hand as they made their way through the blinding and stinging snow, digging out the key he thankfully had kept on him and opening the door. The cabin was almost as cold as it was outside and they were both shivering.

“I’m going to make some hot coco.” David said as he tossed his gloves on the table, “Why don’t you see if you can get the fireplace to work.”

“Sure.” Gillian said tossing her gloves off as well and shaking her head in attempt to rid it of the snow.

There were some logs still in the fireplace as she gathered them together and lit a long match, it ignited the logs and she stood back proud of herself, but still cold.

“This will probably be our last real winter.” She said blowing out the match.

“Thank God!” David cried from the kitchen as he started the tea pot of hot water.

She entered the kitchen and leaned against the counter, watching as he grabbed two mugs out of the cabinet.

“No more making snow men, returning to trailers and…” her voice trailed off at the memories of forbidden times of the past, “Guess I shouldn’t bring that stuff up now that you’re betrothed.”

David looked down at the wedding ring he was always losing and turned to face her, “You know she knows everything and doesn’t care.”

“Really?” Gillian replied shocked, “That’s…uncommon.”

“She’s an incredible woman and understanding, but only when it comes to you. If I look at any other woman she’ll come after me with a knife.”

“So, I’m…allowed.”

“If she’s not around…” he grinned, “And she isn’t here now is she?”

Gillian shook her head, “No, she isn’t.”

David smiled and turned back to the water, “Why don’t you set up a comfy spot in front of the fireplace.”

Gillian nodded and returned to the bedroom, grabbing the comforter and two pillows, and returning to the living room, placing them on the floor in front of the fireplace. She sat down and anxiously awaited his return.

David arrived a few minutes later with two mugs of coco with plenty of marshmallows. Smiling as he handed her a mug warning her to be careful because it was hot. She took a sip and then placed it on the coffee table behind her, “Maybe later.”

David nodded and placed his mug next to hers before leaning in and kissing her softly as his hands moved to the hem of her sweater, then under, kneading her breasts like a high school boy. Breasts he knew very well by now, but still felt so nice even over a cotton bra.

Gillian sighed against him as his fingers teased her nipples, sliding her tongue between his lips as her hands went to his jeans, unbuckling the belt and unzipping them as quickly as she could.

They parted and David lay down, watching her as she pulled his extensive hard cock out of the confines of the denim and slid her long fingers up and down it, watching him as he watched her, before she leaned down and took the cock in her mouth, loving the feel of it against the roof of her mouth and sliding it further in until it hit the back of her throat. He moaned his approval as she slid her tongue around the shaft; the salty taste of him intoxicating to the point she thought she’d come from the taste alone. Moving her hands to her pants she unzipped her jeans and continued to fuck him with her mouth as she pulled them off, needing to feel her pussy as she sucked him. Her panties came off next and she felt his fingers, instead of her own, on her heat, the silky sound as he slipped two fingers deep inside making her moan and take more of his cock into her mouth, sucking hard as she rode his fingers until she felt like she’d die without him inside of her.

Freeing him from her mouth she quickly straddled him and took hold of his massive hardness before slowly sliding him deep inside. It was a blizzard, they weren’t going anywhere and she wanted this to last. After holding him for a moment, letting her pussy muscles squeeze around him and loving the way his eyes rolled back when she did that, Gillian began to move her hips up and down, pulling off her sweater and then her bra as her motions began to quicken. He was so gorgeous and even though he belonged to another and found happiness with that other where she could not, she was glad to have these moments. It was just sex, he was her best friend, and they were fulfilling a human basic need. Pleasure. Probably the most important human basic need. Gillian’s fingers moved to her clit as her riding sped up, wanting to come so badly so she could drink her coco and fuck him again. As many times as possible until they returned to their temporary homes and could fuck some more. She was turned on constantly around him and there were times she rubbed her clit raw thinking about him deep inside her, licking her breasts, biting her nipples, moaning her name and as he came and the sound of those syllables leaving his lips made her come as well…crying out his name as her back arched and he filled her with his essence.

As always, they were quiet afterwards. Removed the rest of the clothing and drank their coco…hoping for three more feet of snow to fall.