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lips. His hands slipped down between her legs and pulled her back, her ass tight against his open thighs, his hand warm on her pussy. He kissed her back, wanting nothing more than to take her clothes off and have his way with her, no matter how cold it was.
    “Wanna fuck?” she murmured into his mouth.
    “Here?”
    “I’ve never fucked in the snow.”
    He pulled her tighter against him. He had never done anything like that, even with all the ample opportunity that living in Iowa provided. The closest he had come to making love in the snow was stealing a kiss or two on a doorstep while the flakes came down around them. To take off his clothes—enough of them, anyway—and have sex in the freezing cold was just as new to him as it was to her.
    “Someone could see us,” he said, a last-ditch effort at sanity.
    “That makes it hotter, doesn’t it?”
    He grinned. “You’re going to get me in such trouble.”
    She climbed off the machine and turned to face him. Even under all those layers of toboggan and mask, he could make out her wicked grin. “Come get me.”
    He turned off the ignition as she took a step backwards. She took another step as he swung his leg over the snowmobile and stood up. By the time he took his first step towards her she was trying to run in the snow, sinking in almost to her knees, making a comical sight if he had ever seen one.
    “It ain’t like running on a beach, sweetheart,” he laughed, and started to chase her.
    He caught her not far from the snowmobile—his long strides overtook her smaller ones with little effort. As soon as he touched her, she twisted around and fell to the snow, laying back and looking up at him. Her coat was long enough to shield her from the cold wetness, and when she unbuttoned it and opened the sides, it was wide enough to protect him, too.
    “Come get me,” she said again.
    He wasted no time in kneeling beside her and working the zipper of her jeans. She wiggled out of them, sinking deeper into the snow despite the coat underneath her, and she set to work on his pants. She pushed them down to his ankles and then he was on top of her, their legs bare and freezing, the rest of them warm. He pushed into her and she thrust up, the warmth of her core enveloping him. The cold air rushed over his ass as he pumped into her, his cock warmed by her body, the rest of him already shivering with the exposure to a wind chill that was well below zero.
    The contradiction of cold and heat turned him on more than he had thought possible. He thrust into her until they were both breathing hard, then he abruptly pulled out and sat back on his knees. Rebecca watched as he slipped off his gloves and dug a hand into the snow beside them. Picking up a handful of it, he grinned at her before he pressed it against her pussy.
    The shock of cold almost drowned the passion. “Richard!”
    “Trust me.”
    He pushed snow into her pussy with his nimble fingers, then immediately slid his dick in behind it. The icy cold froze her for an instant before his warmth made the snow melt. He held there, felt the trickles of water slip down his balls, and waited until Rebecca’s eyes widened with the surprise of it.
    “I’m so sensitive,” she murmured.
    “You like?”
    “Do it some more.”
    He scooped up another handful of snow. He thrust into her a few times, making her hot inside, then pushed more snow into her. His cock followed the way the snow had gone, and this time he fucked her through it, making the snow melt.
    Rebecca was melting, too. She hadn’t expected playing in the snow to be so intense. She lifted up her shirt, reached out beside her and grabbed small handfuls of snow, and pressed them to her nipples. They started to melt immediately, even as her nipples hardened under the cold.
    “Make me come with it,” she begged.
    Richard scooped up more snow, this time leaving a handful of it on her clit as he plunged inside her. Her pussy tingled as the cold overtook her nerve