I did the same, watching how falling snow was reflected in the white bulb lights. So pretty. And then I looked at my companion.
An even better view than the snow.
His bicep muscles flexed as Parker raised the mug to his lips.
“You had the same idea as me?” I asked.
“Ripping off your bathing suit and having my way with you?”
“No,” I teased. “Coming out here.”
“I did,” he said. “Great minds and all that.”
I tilted my head to the side. “We really do have a lot in common.”
“Tell me what else you like to do in your spare time.” He took another sip. “Besides your art.”
“I like to read. And hang out with my friends. Eat Mom’s homemade meatloaf. Girls’ trips. Drink wine and vodka sodas. Hit the gym. Stuff like that.”
“Any outdoor activities?”
I thought about that one. “I did have a good time skiing today. I can’t believe I went on two intermediates.”
“I can. You’re a natural.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“How’s your cocoa?”
“Delish. Almost gone though.”
“Good.”
One second, I had a coffee mug in my hand. The next, it was gone. Parker put both of our mugs on the top of the tub’s flat surface and, on his way back into the hot tub, reached for me.
“I didn’t have straddling you in the hot tub on my bingo card when I decided to come on this trip,” I said.
Wrapping my arms around Parker’s neck, I adjusted my legs, finding it a surprisingly comfortable position. And one that told me exactly how much Parker wanted this as much as me.
“No?” He reached around my back, pulling me closer. “I did.”
With that, Parker kissed me.
Finally.
And it wasn’t just any kiss but one that consumed me, entirely. Our lips melded together, tongues both insistent, as Parker pulled me even closer. Not surprised to feel the straps of my bikini come undone and my bare breasts surrounded by water, I grasped at Parker’s hair just as he pulled back.
“I want to see that pretty face,” he said, Parker’s thumbs rubbing over my nipples. “When I make these hard beneath my fingers.”
“You are a dirty boy, Mr. Parker Scott.”
“And I’m gonna get a hell of a lot dirtier,” he said, playing with me. I pushed against his hands, wanting to feel them cover me.
Parker complied.
“Tell me,” I said, liking the verbal foreplay more than I could have imagined. Who would have thunk it? Nice Parker, a dirty boy.
“The second this hot tub turns off, I am going to lift you out of here, carry you to my bedroom and dry you off. I’ll make sure to save your sweet pussy for last so I can spend some extra time there. And then I’m going to make you come first with my fingers, second with my tongue and a third time?—”
