This sucks. I crossed my arms over my chest, fully aware that I sounded like a petulant child, but I didn't care. Our entire vacation was ruined, and we were stranded in Iceland, of all places.

I had no idea what this country had in store for us, but all I knew was that it was cold and icy.

Come on, said Dylan, hugging me from behind. I had been staring glumly out of the hotel window.

Watching the snowstorm isn't going to help things. Let's make the most of it. Let's open up everything

in the mini-fridge and get drunk. I had to admit, that did sound nice at a time like this.

I could daydream about warmer weather later.

For now, I just needed to cheer up by any means necessary.

My husband grabbed all the tiny bottles from the fridge,

while I found a shitty rumcom on TV.

We fell into bed together and drank down most of the Icelandic liquor. It didn't take long until I started to feel relaxed. While we were nestled under the thick,

fluffy duvet together, I slid my hand along Dylan's exposed stomach "'and down to his boxer briefs.

"'I ran my fingers across the outline of his cock,

"'making him moan in response.

"'Fuck, Ari,' he said quietly, shifting beneath the covers.

"'Looks like you're in a better mood, huh?

I chuckled in response and moved my hand so that it was inside his underwear now.

I began stroking his cock slowly, feeling him get hard for me. While I jerked him, Dylan pulled down his underwear so that he was totally naked. Do you want to suck it? He said. I did. I slid down his body until my face was only inches from his cock.

I stroked the base of him, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, and then I lowered my mouth

down the head of him. I swathed his shaft with my tongue and began shifting my lips up and down his length.

I loved the way he responded to me.

Even after three years of marriage, he moaned and grabbed my head, brushing back my hair

for me.

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