You recieve news of an incoming snow storm, these mountains were already pretty harsh this time of year, and from the sound of it, it was about to get much worse. Preparing yourself to anchor down and wait for the storm to pass you started to pick up your pace ascending the mountainous area. A couple heading down the mountain told you that you were close to a camping site, so you should be reaching it any moment.

You finally spot it; A camping site nestled amongst the evergreen trees. There are rows of tents already set up, but one in particular catches your eye; a particularly flimsy looking tent with someone struggling to keep it upright in the growing wind. Curious, you head over towards them, taking care not to trip on any guy lines or lose your footing on the snow covered ground. As you draw closer, she sees it's a woman; tall, curvy and blonde; her medium length brown hair whipping around her face as she attempts to secure the tent.

"Excuse me?" You call out, moving closer to her, "Do you need some help with that?"

"I'm Sheva," she replies between gusts of wind, her soft voice barely audible over the howl. "These storms can be brutal sometimes... I should've known better than to try and set up camp alone." With a flirtatious smile, she pouts slightly as another particularly strong gust almost knocks her off balance.

"Ahmed..." you reply with a grin, stepping closer. "Well, Sheva... Looks like you could use some help from Ahmed." You gesture towards the tent in question. "I'm here if you need it."

"Thanks... Ahmed," she says softly, a hint of desire in her voice. Stepping closer to you and looping an arm through yours, Sheva allows herself to be led over to your tent. Her movements are sensual; hips swaying with each step, breasts heaving underneath her thin jacket as she struggles against the cold. Once inside, she sheds her jacket and unzips her windbreaker, revealing a tight black tank top that does little to hide her ample cleavage.

"So," Sheva begins with another sultry smile, taking a step towards you, "what do you think Ahmed?" Her hands slide up underneath your shirt, feeling the warmth of your chest through the thin fabric of your thermal top.

Her hands grasp your shirt, pulling it up and off her head, revealing long brown hair that tumbles down around her shoulders. Biting her bottom lip, she looks into your eyes as she begins to unbutton your thermal top, exposing more of your toned chest to the cool air. With each button undone, she glances back up at you, a mixture of desire and anticipation in her expression. Finally, she pushes the shirt off your shoulders, revealing your bare torso for the first time.

A gust of wind rocks the tent, causing them both to stumble slightly as they're thrown together even closer. Sheva seizes the opportunity, wrapping a leg around yours and pressing her thigh against your growing erection. Her hips grind against you, eager for more contact. "Mmm," she moans softly into your neck, "that feels so good... Ahmed."

She groans as you pull her closer, the heat between them almost unbearable. Her hands find your lower back, urging you forward while she arches her back, granting him better access to her breasts. She tilts her head back with a moan, her long hair spilling over one shoulder as she lets herself feel the sensation of your skin against hers, and how good it feels to know he wants this just as much as she does.

Her body arches into you as you touch her so intimately, moaning softly into your ear while rubbing against you in anticipation. Her hands trail up your back before gripping your shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath her fingertips as she holds on tight for support and to keep herself close to you. She could lose track of time like this, just enjoying the feel of Ahmed's warmth and the passion between them...

Her hips rock harder against you, seeking the friction she craves as your words send shivers down her spine. She wraps one arm around your neck and whispers hotly into your ear, "Yes... please..." Her other hand fumbles with the button on your jeans, eager to feel you inside her.

Her breath hitches as your fingers brush against her core, already wet and aching for release. With a muffled gasp, she thrusts her hips forward, desperate for the feel of you inside her. Her other hand finally gets the button undone on your jeans, sliding them down over your firm ass before tugging at your boxers, eager to touch and taste you. "Ahmed..." she moans softly, arching her back as he teases her, making it impossible for either of them to think about anything but the hot need burning between them.

A small gasp escapes her lips as your fingers finally penetrate her, thrusting deep inside. Her hips jerk forward, grinding against you even harder as she moans into the crook of your neck. "Ahmed... please..." she whispers, arching her back further as she feels you fill her up in this most intimate way. Her hands grip at your shoulders, nails digging in as she braces herself for the onslaught of pleasure that surges through her body, taking away all thought but for the warmth and desire coursing through her veins.

"Harder..." she moans out, bucking her hips against him. "Fill me up... Ahmed." With every word, another shudder of pleasure ripples through her body as he takes her, claiming her in this moment as his own. Her head falls back, long hair cascading down around them like a waterfall of desire, as she loses herself to the sensations coursing through every nerve ending in her body.

Her words are breathless, her body arching into his as he thrusts inside her. "Yes... harder..." she moans, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as he pushes deeper still, filling every aching part of her. Her hands clutch at him, clawing at his back and shoulders as she feels the tension building within her once more. "Ahmed..." she breathes out, voice barely a whisper now.

She gasps as he roughly pushes her down onto the bed, one hand fisting in her hair while his other holds her shoulder down. Her legs wrap around him tightly, urging him to go deeper still as she moans out her desire for this rough treatment. "Yes... Ahmed..." she whispers, gaze locked on his as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm. "Scream for me..." he growls, slamming into her with enough force that it drives the air from her lungs and leaves stars dancing behind her eyes.

She arches her back off the bed, nails digging into his shoulders as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her body tenses, and then relaxes in a long, shuddering orgasm that leaves her breathless and trembling. "Ahmed..." she moans softly, looking up at him with eyes filled with lust and adoration. She reaches

up to touch his face, her fingers trailing gently across his cheek before cupping his jaw. "I want this... I need you..." Her voice is raw with desire as she gazes deeply into his eyes. She pulls him down, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless once more.

Her hands roam over his chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath her fingertips as they move lower, exploring the defined planes of his stomach before skimming down over his hips and to his erection. She strokes him slowly, drawing another groan from deep in his throat as she takes him in hand once more. "How do you want it this time?" She whispers, lips brushing against his ear as she teases him with the promise of pleasure yet to come.

Her body arches into his again, pressing herself flush against him and grinding her hips

Her nails dig lightly into his back as she arches against him, her movements growing increasingly desperate. "Yes...," she breathes out, feeling the heat building inside her once more. Her hips grind against his, seeking release as he thrusts roughly into her, filling her up completely and leaving no doubt who he belongs to in this moment. The sensation of him coming inside her sends shudders of pleasure coursing through her body, and with a soft moan she collapses bonelessly onto the bed, her limbs spread wide as she lets out a long sigh of satisfaction.

Her breathing slows and deepens as her body begins to relax into the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Looking up at him through lidded eyes, she smiles sweetly, running a fingertip across his jaw before trailing it down between his chest and arm, teasing him with the feel of its coolness against his sweaty skin. "We should get some rest now," she whispers softly. "Tomorrow's another day." She nestles closer to him, her head finding a spot on his shoulder where it feels safe and warm, content for the moment just to be in his arms as they wait out the storm together.

"Mmm," she hums softly into his neck. "Such a lovely thought." With a yawn, she snuggles even closer to him. "I hope the storm passes quickly... I wouldn't want anything bad to happen while you're inside me like this..." Her words are slurred with exhaustion as sleep finally claims her, sending waves of contentment through every part of her. She closes her eyes and drifts off to dreamland, safe in the knowledge that they'll be warm and together for the rest of the night.

A content sigh escapes her lips as she snuggles even closer into his embrace. The warmth of his body against hers feels so good; it's like they were always meant to be this way. Her eyes close, and she lets the rhythm of his breathing lull her back to sleep, dreaming of the day when they could finally make this a reality...together forever.

No, no... I can handle this," she murmurs sleepily. "You just focus on getting warm and comfortable." Her hand idly trails up and down his arm, the contact grounding her even as it sends a pleasant tingle through her fingertips. She presses closer against him, enjoying the heat they're sharing. Maybe this could work... They could make this work, somehow. The thought fills her with a strange mix of hope and apprehension.

With another sigh, she lets herself drift off to sleep once more, trusting in his strength and resilience to see them through this storm...and whatever comes after it.

Her breath hitches softly as she feels the words in her chest. She can't help but wonder where this is coming from; why he would ask such a thing. Yet somehow it doesn't feel unwelcome, just...curious. "I think," she begins slowly, choosing her words carefully, "that if it made you feel good and connected to them, then that's what matters." She pauses for a moment before adding, "As long as we're together in the end, isn't that all that truly counts?"

Her fingers curl into his shirt, grasping at the fabric like a lifeline. Deep down, she knows there's more to it than that; she can feel the tension building between them once again...the same tension that had been so strong before they'd slept. Is this what he means by experience? Or is there something else driving him forward now?

Her heart skips a beat as his words register in her sleep-addled brain. The image that accompanies the question makes her cheeks flush and her lips part, but before she can formulate a response he's speaking again, his voice rough with emotion. "I... I mean," he stumbles over his words, struggling to find the right thing to say, "do you think we could..." His hand hesitates before moving lower on her body, fingertips teasing at the edge of her underwear.

Her breath comes faster now, and a shiver runs down her spine as she feels his touch so close to where he wants to be. "Yes," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper, "if that's what you want..." Her hips shift against him slightly, seeking contact even in this half-awake state.

He groans softly at her response, fingers moving faster

Her hips press harder against him now, seeking his touch deeper. With a sigh, she arches her back off the bed, letting out a soft moan as he fingers tease at her sensitive folds. Her body tenses beneath his hands before relaxing again with a shuddering gasp as pleasure washes over her.

Her fingernails dig into his shoulders and neck, clawing at him in time with the building rhythm of their breaths. "Ahmed..." she whispers his name on a moan, arching her back higher, offering herself to him completely. With a forceful thrust of his hips, he pushes two fingers inside her, filling her up even as she feels the heat of his cock press against her opening, aching for entry.

Her head falls back, long hair spilling over the pillow as she lets out a breathy moan. Her legs wrap tightly around him

Tired...? she gasps as he thrusts deeper, her fingers digging into his shoulders in reply. There's no room in her mind for anything but the intense pleasure coursing through her body right now; she could never get enough of him. "Ahmed..." she breathes out, feeling herself growing closer and closer to the edge once more.

His other hand comes up to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, sending another wave of desire crashing over her. She arches into his touch, moaning wordlessly as their rhythm grows faster and wilder. Her hips circle frantically against him, desperate for release, for the feeling of him filling her completely and claiming her as his own once more.

Her nails scrape roughly across his back in time with each thrust; he groans into her neck at the sensation, urging her on even as he pushes deeper

Her voice is hoarse from moaning as she writhes beneath him. "No," she gasps, her body tensing as the pleasure reaches its peak. "Never..." Her hips buck sharply, demanding more of him, while her fingers dig into his shoulders with a desperation that matches his own. The tension coils tight within her, building to an almost unbearable intensity before finally snapping and releasing in a shuddering orgasm that leaves her trembling and gasping for air.

Her muscles clench around him, urging him on as she comes apart in his arms. "Ahmed..." she whispers, arching her back off the bed and gazing up at him with eyes full of love and desire. Her fingers slip into his hair, tugging gently as he finally finds release, burying himself deep inside her as their bodies quiver

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him spill his seed into her. With a soft sigh, she collapses bonelessly onto the bed, spent but satisfied. The afterglow of their passionate encounter radiates through her, leaving her limbs heavy and languid as she relishes the warmth and comfort of his body against hers. Her fingers card idly through his hair, tracing patterns on his scalp as he catches his breath beside her. "That... was incredible," she murmurs softly, voice still raspy from pleasure.

With a yawn, she curls closer to him, seeking the warmth of his skin against hers. As their bodies cool down, her fingers drift lower on his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipples and teasing him with the promise of more to come. "Maybe we should take a nap," she suggests, knowing full well that