She looks back at her friend, “You have fun, Lana, but I’m gonna head to bed.”
Then, she looks at me and winks.
“Party pooper!” Lana whines back.
Then, I follow Genevieve inside. She takes my arm and leads me to the bedroom. I just know, when I leave, I won’t be the same. This woman just looks like her vagina changes lives, but I’m ready.
She closes the door, making the room mostly dark, apart from the moon shining in from the window. The space feels like a hideaway from the outside world and Gen is my safe haven. We’re shy at first, but we let the alcohol work up the courage for us.
“So, are you going to show me how to ride that mountain?” She asks with such apprehension.
“Are you scared to learn, Snowflake? Or are you ready?”
Her eyes widen and she looks up at me with a smirk.
“I’m ready,” She says. I give her a small nudge so she sits back on the bed.
“Okay then,” I say. Then, I bend down to her ear, one hand on the bed, the other on her inner thigh and whisper, “Open your legs for me, let’s see how ready you really are.”
I get down on my knees and lick my lips.
She obliges like the good girl she is. Right now, I’m just thankful she wore a skirt. Easy access.
I go to feel for some panties, but what I feel is even better: straight skin. She’s practically begging for me. She knew she wanted this. My smile grows. I look up at her.
“You’ve been holding out on me, Snowflake. You knew you were going to get fucked tonight, huh?”
Her eyes bulge.
“That’s okay. As long as you know I’m in control.”
As the words come out of my mouth, I’m starting to wonder if I’m really the one in control here, or if it’s her. She did go commando afterall. This chick’s playing mind games with me.
No, I shake that thought from my mind. It’s me. I just have to prove it.
I stick my fingers in my mouth and give them a good suck, leaving them moist. Then, when she gives me a small nod, I take that as my cue to dive in. I jam my two fingers into her tight pussy and she lets out a whimper. God she’s sexy. She’s slippery and wet, just like the slopes.
“Look how wet you are for me, do you like when I talk dirty to you, my little snowflake?” I ask.
She just nods her head.
“Speak,” I spit out.
“Yes,” She screams.
“Good. Now lay on your back,” I demand.
She does as I say and I move my hand up on her belly button, moving upwards inside her shirt. I find her breasts and free them from her bra. I cup the left one with my left hand while I continue to move my right fingers in and out of her. Her insides feel so nice and warm.
I use my left hand to play with her nipples. They were already hard when I got there. I can’t tell if it’s from the cold or me. I use the two fingers covered in her juices to rub over her clit. The second I start that, she starts to moan quietly. I take it she’s shy, but I wantto hear her. I want to hear her scream my name over and over until she’s coming on my hand.
“Say it, darling, tell me how it feels,” I encourage her.
“Aspen,” She says out of breath. “It feels so-”
“Yeah?” I ask, while continuing to rub her.
“So good!” She barely gets out.
