Page 59 of His Good Girl

With a growl, I give her what she wants and fall on her pussy like a man possessed. I replace my tongue with two of my fingers, pressing into her warm center. My tongue works her clit with rhythmic flicks, while she grinds her pussy harder into my face and I fucking love it. I pull my fingers free, a perverse delight at the angry grunt I receive.

“Are you going to be quiet, or are you going to scream out, letting the driver know just how good I’m making you feel?” She whimpers again, lifting her pelvis, straining toward me. I lick her just once, from her tight hole to her clit, before latching my mouth onto her clit and inserting three fingers into her pussy. I suck and thrust to the same rhythm. Her strangled cry is muffled by the hand she clapped over her mouth. A rush of fluid fills my mouth, spilling down my chin. I lean back, not bothering to wipe away the evidence of her pleasure, just licking my lips. Lex shoots forward, grabbing my face and pulling me in for a kiss. My girl moans as she tastes her own release in my mouth, and fuck if it doesn’t turn my already hard cock to steel.

The next few hours go by in a blink; we spend most of it exploring each other's bodies. By the time we’re pulling into the chateau, we are both blissed out and sated. Pulling her from the car, I keep her hand in mine. I plan to soak in every touch this week in the bubble of the chateau and the mountain.

I had fallen in love with the chateau when I saw the pictures, but watching Alexis take it all in, blinking back happy tears, makes it even better. Our chateau is nestled to the back of the property, giving it a secluded feel. The wooden balconies are draped with small icicles and the windows glow with soft warm light.

“It looks like something from a fairy tale, Finn.” Her soft words create white clouds in the cold air, her nose turning red. I wrap my arms around her from behind, circling her waist, taking it all in with her. The Matterhorn rises in the distance, its jagged silhouette covered in the soft hues of lavender and blue from the sun setting behind it.

Inside, we’re hit with immediate warmth from the fires burning in every stone hearth. Rustic dark wood beams stretch across the ceiling, and floor to ceiling windows show off the spectacular views. Everything about this place has been made to feel warm and comforting. Lamps and sconces bathe the room in a soft amber glow. The furnishings are all plush and luxurious in soft creams, deep reds with hints of green. It looks like something out of a Hallmark movie.

The snow falls silently outside as the firelight dances against the chalet walls. Turning in a circle, Alexis soaks it all in, and I fall in love all over again with this amazing woman. Her golden hair sways as she spins and the smile that brightens her soft brown eyes instantly makes my heart soar. I can’t believe she’s mine.

“In the limo, you mentioned the chateau has a hot tub?” Her voice turns husky with desire as she eyes me.

“As a matter of fact, it does, right off the bedroom.” I nod to the hallway that leads to the master suite.

Tilting her head, she looks at the suitcases that the bellman had left by the door. “Since you packed for me, is there a swimsuit in there?”

I scoff at her comment. “No, Lex, I didn’t see the point in having you wear one when I intend to have you naked every second we are in the chateau.” Her cheeks flush with desire as she steps back, slowly unbuttoning her coat.

“Well, then I guess there's no need to unpack, let's break in that hot tub.” My cock strains against my pants as I watch her slowly undress before me.

We order dinner and lie on a soft white blanket in front of the fire. My hands never leave her, unable to get enough of the feeling of her of being able to touch her whenever I want. Watching her, the firelight casting a soft glow on her silky skin, my heart starts to race. It ricochets in my chest as her soft brown eyes meet mine. I can see it there, all the love and feeling reflecting what I know is in mine. I can’t pull my gaze away, and I know I can’t hold it in any longer.

Cupping her face, loving the way she melts into my touch. “I love you, Alexis. I love you so damn much it hurts.”

Her breath wooshes out and her eyes fill with tears. I’m holding mine, suddenly terrified of her response. “I love you too, Finn. I’ve come so close to saying it so many times when we’re together, then chickened out. I have never said those words to anyone, and I was so scared, but I do, I love you so much.”

Our lips meet as I pull her in, our chests pressed together so close I can’t tell whose heartbeat I'm feeling, both are racing. Too overwhelmed for words, I pick her up and we climb into bed. We spend the rest of the night making love, whispering promises to each other, drinking in the moment, one glance, one touch, one breath at a time.

53

ALEXIS

In hindsight, planning a big New Year’s Eve out at a club just one day after international travel was not my best idea, but it’s our first one together and I want to ring in the new year with Finn. Switzerland was better than I ever could have imagined. Finn taught me to snowboard, and I only yelled at him once, which I think is a win. I had skied a few times over the years but never snowboarded, and once I finally got the hang of it, I found it was so much more fun than skiing.

When we weren’t on the slopes, we were exploring all the little towns within an hour radius of the chateau. Inside the chateau, well, we indulged in anything and everything we could think of. I laughed when I finally opened the suitcase Finn had packed for me and realized he didn’t pack a single pair of underwear, only lingerie to sleep in, most of which got destroyed when we went into an animalistic frenzy desperate to get to each other.

The highlight, of course, was Finn telling me he loved me. His words healed the deep wounds in me, piecing together the heart that had been shattered too many times. He’s free with the use of it and my heart swells each time. I still can’t quite believe it’s real, and I’ve pinched myself more times than I can count. But it’s real, and I'm getting to love this man out loud.

As I stand in front of the large mirror in the hotel suite we rented for the night, I study my face. Gone are the wary eyes of a girl too afraid to let anyone in. I feel bold and confident, and so grounded when he’s around. The club we’re going to isn’t too far from Finn’s place, but we want to be able to stumble to bed and not worry about getting a ride on this night.

I turn this way and that to see all angles of the dress I chose. I haven’t let Finn see it yet, wanting it to be a surprise. It’s the same cut and style as the one I wore to the bachelorette party that started all of this. The only difference is instead of black, it's a glittery gold that shimmers when it catches the light. I feel sexy as hell in it, my core already throbbing as I remember that first night we danced together. A little squeal bubbles out of me from the excitement coursing through me like a live wire.

“Lex.” I spin, finding Finn in a perfectly tailored black three-piece suit looking as handsome as ever. His sandy brown hair is styled in the disheveled surfer guy look he knows drives me wild. Instead of his usual clean shave, Finn opted for a little stubble, knowing I love the feel of it when he’s between my thighs. My pussy clenches at the sight of him.

“You look incredible,” Finn breathes, his eyes roam my body, making me squirm with anticipation. The easy smile on his face is replaced with a cocky grin. Prowling toward me, his eyes darken with hunger. I’m already wet and he hasn't even touched me, but the way he devours me with his eyes has me rubbing my thighs together. “Looking like that, I might not let you out of this room, baby. I just want to bury myself in you.”

Smiling and biting my lip, I do a slow spin, and when I'm facing him again, I slide the draping fabric to the sides, exposing my breasts to him. That does it. Spinning me to face the bed, he bends me over and fucks me fast and rough, and I’m here for it. It feels so fucking good I almost consider taking him up on his offer to stay in tonight.

Only slightly later than planned, we walk into the club. An attendant meets us with the signature cocktails for the night, along with a couple of shots. We both down the shot and grab a cocktail before moving deeper into the club. As the alcohol hits me, I look down and wonder if wearing six-inch fuck-me heels was the best choice. Oh well, they make my legs and ass look insane, so it’s worth it. Plus, I know Finn won’t let me fall.

He pulls me out onto the dance floor, drinks in hand. He snakes his arm around me, holding me flush to him, his leg fitting between mine. We dance and grind to the music, lost in our own little world. I don’t even notice all the people around us, just Finn and the feel of his hands on me and the look in his eyes.

We dance until my feet are killing me, then he takes me to the booth he reserved for us. It’s toward the back and perfect to step away from the packed dance floor. We order another round of drinks and some food. While we wait, Finn peppers my neck and shoulders with kisses, nuzzling me, and all around making me feel like the center of his world.

I’m two seconds away from saying screw it and mounting him right there in the booth, when the music cuts off and the owner of the club takes the stage. “Less than one minute to midnight, folks. Grab a complimentary glass of champagne and meet me on the floor to ring in the new year!”