Then I copy what he’s doing, I remove his long sleeve and am left staring at his firm pecs and abs. I can barely make them out in this light, but I’ve felt them and if they look as good as they feel then I’m sure they’re amazing.
He puts his face between my boobs and squeezes them towards his face, suffocating himself. I mean, that wouldn’t be a bad way to go. Aspen Davis, death by tits. Every man's dream. After he escapes my breasts, he bends down and undoes my pants. I stand still until he reaches my ankles and I step out, careful not to fall.
I go to take my pants off, but he stops me. “Let me.”
I move my hands and he slides them down my legs, then kicks them across the room. He does the same with his pants, leaving him bare with only socks and underwear left. I however am still decently covered up. I have a bra, leggings, socks and underwear on. I bend down to remove my leggings. I do this slowly and catch him staring at me like I’m putting on a show.
Now I’m left with the same amount of stuff as him plus my bra. He stares at me, licking his lips. He’s the predator and I’m the prey. I’m just waiting for him to pounce. Our staring game feels natural, yet long. He disrupts it by lifting me up allowing me to wrap my long legs around his waist. He moves us over to the bed and sets me down gently.
“Hold on,” Aspen says. In one swift motion he removes my panties, exposing myself for him. He licks his lips again and bends down to kiss my pussy. At first I think he’s going to eat me out, that would be two times in one night. But he surprises me when he walks away from me. What is he doing? He walks around the other side of the bed so that he’s closer to my head. Then he crawls on the bed… yes, crawls and kisses my lips, then my breasts, then my belly, then my cunt.
Now I’m face to face with his cock and I do the only thing I know how when I’m in this scenario.
I open wide.
When he feels my hot breath on his dick, he takes that signal and fills my mouth while simultaneously licking my cunt. His knees are propped on both sides of my head, allowing him to thrust in and out of my mouth easily. With every thrust I gag, he’s too big for my mouth, but I’m no quitter. I take it like a pro and allow myself to focus on breathing through my nose while he does this. It’s just hard to focus when he’s giving me some of the best head of my life. I know I say this every time, but I swear, each time keeps getting better and better.
It’s like he’s figuring out my clit and its needs with each attempt.
Practice makes perfect.
“There you go, now you can’t make any noise so our friends can’t hear you,” he says quietly.
Fuck, that was hot.
I’ve never been super into giving anyone head until I met Aspen. He’s unlocked a new passion of mine I didn’t know I had. I start to hit my climax and Aspen knows it so he begins to thrust faster and harder into my mouth so we can climax together. My mouth feels numb and so do my legs from shaking.
I’m about to—
“Ahnmmmhh,” I moan. I can’t really make any noise, his dick is lodged too far in the back of my throat.
As soon as I climax, I feel my mouth fill with his liquids. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel his warm insides fill up my mouth. He takes his dick out and I swallow like a good girl. He climbs off of me and right when I think we are done he asks me…
“Ready for round two?”
My eyes widen because most men I’ve hooked up with can’t keep up with me. They usually lay on the bed like a dead fish acting like they just ran a marathon. Let alone ask for a round two.
“I was boen ready,” I say with a smirk on my face.
So he spreads my legs open and examines my cunt in all its red, sore glory. He licks his lips and slides his dick in.
We both go to town.
16
Aspen
It’s nearly eight in the morning when I wake up, the early sunlight casting soft lines across the floor of the cabin. Shit. I really need to get to work.
I don’t even remember falling asleep. Everything about last night is a warm blur—like the perfect downhill ride where you’re not thinking, just feeling. Genevieve’s laugh. The way she looked at me like I was the only guy on the mountain. Her hand is in mine under the covers. I stretch and shift slightly, careful not to wake her.
She’s lying next to me, sound asleep, her hair spilling over the pillow in every direction. Her cheek is squished against the blanket and there’s a slight pout to her lips, like she’s still dreaming. I can’t help but stare. She looks like something out of a snow-globe dream. Soft, still, perfect. Like the kind of snowfall you pray for all season and can’t believe you actually get.
How did this happen? How did she get under my skin so quickly? Every time I’m with her, I feel like the best version of myself. Like I could give up everything, quit everything just to hold on to this feeling.
Reality’s already creeping in and I know I’ve got to go. The resort is counting on me. I can’t just bail, but it physically hurts to pull away from her right now. I want to spend the whole damn day here, making breakfast, talking about everything and nothing, memorizing the way she tucks her knees up when she sleeps.
I find my clothes from last night wrinkled in a heap on the floor, and slip them back on. Before I leave, I lean over and press the softest kiss to her temple. She doesn’t stir, just sighs in her sleep and rolls over slightly.
