We spent the day playing together in the snow, feeling fun and free on the second day of our honeymoon. The weeks leading up to the wedding had been magical, but exhausting.
It was fun, flirty and playful and we relished the opportunity to touch, be close and enjoy each others company, a week of perfect moments and time to grow closer together.
After a day of play in the snow, we were starting to grow cold and tired and imagining the warmth of our cabin, a night snuggled up in front of the roaring fire, drinks in hand and snuggled close under a warm blanket.
But the scenery was stunning, it was a weekday and the roads clear of traffic, the resorts all but empty so we decided to take the long road home. With each corner we went deeper and deeper into the mountains, exploring the quiet roads and the stillness after fresh snowfall feeling more adventurous and free in this alpine wonderland.
As I drove further, my hand rested on my new wife's thigh, I could feel an electricity in the air, the same giddy flirtations that had always been the foundation of our passion for each other. Her thigh felt amazing under my hand and I began to slowly caress it, moving further and further up her until I was gently nestled between her legs, feeling her warmth, her softness and the object of my desire.
I wanted her. It washed over me with an urgency. I needed to be with her, close to her, kiss her, feel her soft body against mine. I placed her hand on my thigh and with her searching hand knew she was feeling the same. I felt her gently caress my inner thigh, working her way up slowly but with purpose between my legs, she felt my hardness and let out an audible sound of appreciation for how much she excited me.