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The thought paralyzes me, takes everything I thought I had under control away from me.
“I should wait until she’s done. Then switch cabin rooms,” I reason to myself, murmuring like a madman as I start to pace, picturing her naked.
Those hips I held, with sheets of foaming water.
Her thick chest glistening as she washes…
I groan loudly, tearing off my ski suit and boots, feeling the thick hardness of my own arousal all over again.
Needing her more than ever.
Wanting to see her fine body as it was intended.
Greg’s awful singing passes through the walls and I remember he likes long showers.
I wonder if Serena’s the same.
In seconds I’m at the only door separating her cabin from mine, internal doors in case we get snowed in I guess.
I raise my knuckles to knock, but hear my other hand trying the handle, hoping she’s left it unlocked.
The click of the barrel makes me groan louder.
Good girl.
My heart is like a dance beat in my chest and I have to fight hard to swallow.
The door closes gently behind me, but it’s a shaking hand that lets it go.
I can feel my cock straining against my jeans, pulsing harder with each step I take towards the bathroom door which is ajar on the other side of the cabin.
Steam’s billowing out and I catch a few hummed strains of a song I don’t know.
Far more melodic than her old man though.
I shouldn’t be in here, but then again why does it feel like the most natural thing in the world?
Why did she leave her door unlocked and jump straight in the shower?
I stop suddenly, my weight making one of the boards creak loudly under the carpet.
But she keeps humming, and if I listen hard enough, I can still hear her dad’s muted singing all the way from here.
With no real plan, I have just my instinct. The need to see her, the fucking unbelievable thrill inside at the prospect of watching her naked.
I want so bad to stroke myself while I do it but remember my promise.
It’s all for her, and it’s all or nothing. I won’t waste a drop of my seed until I know I can bury myself balls deep inside her while she screams my name.
Coming on my dick as it twitches inside her.
Ah, fuck. This is harder than I ever thought possible. How can she make me so hard and I haven’t even seen her yet?
Her humming stops suddenly, and I hear her own breath shudder from inside the bathroom, echoing off the walls.
“Carter?” she asks aloud, her voice trembling.
I feel relieved but also worried now. I don’t want to scare her.
I’d never hurt Serena.
“Carter?” she asks more firmly and I take a bolder step, getting close enough to see her fuzzy flesh-toned reflection in the mirror through the glass shower screen.
“Uh, yeah… Just me. Sorry. I didn’t know you were-” I start to tell her, hearing my own voice cracking a little.
Making me feel like a god damned teenager, but what I have for her is all man. One hundred percent, and I’ll make sure I pleasure her so she knows it.
“After…” she says again, and I feel my heart sink after skipping three beats.
I guess it’s going to be after forever if we carry on like this.
“I’ll come back after,” I say softly, turning to go until I hear the shower screen opening.
“I-I mean, it’s after now, Carter,” she stammers, another sound escaping her like she’s losing control.
Falling.
Spinning on my heel and pushing the door open, I catch her nakedness as it falls against me.
Her low whimper and shaking tells me she’s about as close to coming herself as I am.
“It’s after… now…” she gasps, reaching up for me as I embrace her, our mouths locked as I groan, pulling her hard against me.
Feeling her soft nakedness and wishing we could be a thousand miles away from this place.
“Oh, Serena,” I groan. “I want you so bad… just tell me you want this?” I ask, grasping her hand and pressing it hard against my dick, growling softly when I feel her automatically stroking it up and down.
“Carter,” she gasps, sounding like she’s hyperventilating. “It’s all I want, you’re all I want.”
Chapter Nine
Serena
Hearing Carter talk about board games and roasting wieners is the last thing I want to think about.
Feeling his hands on me, through my ski suit. Kissing his cheek, feeling his eyes on me before and after we went skiing.
That’s what I want.
I want more of him.
I want all of him, and I want him to want all of me. All the parts I can’t even accept. It’s a big ask, but I just feel it inside.
I just know it.
If he wasn’t interested, then why grab hold of me like that, why keep reminding me of my promise for after?
