I consider myself an outdoors kind of guy—in the summer. But in the winter, I like nothing more than staying inside and reading a good book.
Ace, however, grew up skiing. He likes the mountain air, the speed, and the sweat you work up, even on a cold day. And since I can’t stand to be away from him for a couple days, I usually join him in the mountains.
So sure, I have to spend the afternoon on the slopes, trying to keep from falling. But when we get back to the cabin, we turn on the heat, take off our wet layers of clothes, and start the bath. When we first get in, we usually just hang out for a bit. Then he starts to rub my shoulders and kiss all the areas where I got bruised that day—which basically makes me like putty in his hands. On these nights, he takes the lead—and I’m fine with that.
I don’t know if it’s the fresh air, or if I just get turned on by seeing him gracefully glide down the slopes like a professional, but we always seem to have the best sex in the mountains. He may be better than me on the slopes, but nothing separates us when we’re naked together.