“Lean your hands on the tile and enjoy, Jacob.” He follows my direction and swears under his breath as I pump his cock slowly, steadily, and finally press my tongue to the base at the underside and lick along his thick vein to the tip. I pull him inside my mouth and sink down until I can feel him at the back of my throat, then move up and down, my lips firmly gripping him, milking him with every push and pull.
“Ah, fuck, love,” he whispers in awe. I look up into his eyes, so full of lust and affection, and I feel him harden even more in my mouth. I begin to jack him with my hand, and just when I feel his muscles quiver, he pulls away and yanks me to my feet. “I will not come in your mouth tonight, Gracie.” He kisses me hard, shuts off the water, and reaches for a towel. He dries me quickly, then runs the same towel over his body, tosses it aside, and lifts me back into his arms, cradling me against his chest.
“More dessert?” I ask with a smile.
“Fuck no. I need to be inside you.”
“Thank God.”
He laughs as he climbs onto his wide bed with me still in his arms and covers me with his large body. “You know, I wasn’t done sucking you.”
“Is that right?” He gets a new gleam in his eyes and suddenly reverses our position, turning me around so I’m facing his feet. He pulls my hips back until I’m hovering over his face. “Well, I won’t be left out.”
I circle his cock in my hand and lean down to take him in my mouth just as he laps at my core and we both moan in delight.
“Ah, God,” I whisper and sit up for just a moment, grinding my * on his face. “I’ve never done this before.”
He growls and gently pushes me back down, his hand planted on the center of my back, and I continue sucking him with a vengeance, pumping him with my hand and working him with my mouth. He inserts a finger inside me and I simply can’t take it anymore. I come hard, whimpering and panting. I reach over to his nightstand and pluck up one of the condoms he has set out, rip it open with my teeth, and sheathe him in it before crawling down his torso, and with my back still to him, sink down over him.
“That’s right, love. Ride me. God, look at your ass.” He cups my hips in his hands and guides me up and down. “You’re bloody beautiful, Grace.”
I brace my hands on his thighs and ride him hard, as though I’m chasing something that’s just out of my reach. Finally, I circle my clit with my fingertip and feel the tremors move through me as I bear down and clench him hard.
“Yes, come, Grace. Oh fuck!” He pushes hard up into me, lifting me up off my knees as he succumbs to his own release. I brace my hands on the bed between his legs and try to catch my breath, then shake my head and laugh.
“Holy shit.” Jacob lifts me off of him, and rolls me to the side so he can tuck me against him. He kisses my cheek, my neck and settles his lips against my ear.
“I’ll be right back.”
He moves from the bed and I can hear him in the bathroom, water running, toilet flushing. When he returns he scoops me back into his embrace and tucks me close to him. “Take a nap, darling. It’s going to be a long night.”
And a long night it was. I can’t believe I’m awake. Jacob fell back asleep about an hour ago after our last bout of vigorous sex. That man is a machine. I’ve lost count of how many times he woke me up, with either his tongue or his cock pressed to my core.
Not a bad way to wake up.
I’m leaving him today, going back to the real world. I know that I live only twenty minutes away, but it may as well be a world away. He’s a billionaire who owns a freaking ski resort. I’m a schoolteacher.
I’m not foolish enough to think that those two worlds can blend.
I manage to slide out of his embrace, pack my bag, and use the bathroom without waking him. I stand at the side of the bed and take him in, his gorgeous, messy blond hair with coppery streaks, his square jaw with that amazing stubble that feels great on the inside of my thighs. And his muscular body, naked from the waist up, the sheet covering his lower body.
I wish I could hear him call me darling or love one more time, or tease him by spewing out a bad imitation of an accent, but it’s better if I just go and avoid the whole awkward good-bye thing.
I tiptoe to the dining room and find a piece of paper and a pen and jot a quick note, dropping my purse to the floor with a loud clunk. I still and listen, my lip clenched to my teeth, praying I didn’t wake him.
I’m so fucking clumsy! Not hearing any rustling noises from the bedroom, I turn to the pen and paper and try to think about what I’m going to say.
Jacob,
Thank you for everything this weekend. It’s been an experience I’ll never forget. I can now cross have a hot affair with a sexy ski instructor off my bucket list.
Best wishes,
Grace
“What are you doing?” I whirl at the sound of his voice and cringe inwardly.
“I was just going to leave.”
He cocks a sleepy brow and shuffles to me, takes the note out of my fingers and reads it, his eyes hardening as he raises them back to me.