Schladming, Austria, January 23 #2
“Kat, I am going to come,” he moans, and I take him into my mouth, stroking his balls with my other hand, and suck hard. He comes with a whine, his salty cum filling my throat.
Not that this was my favorite beverage, but I swallow and lick my lips, knowing that now, he is entirely mine.
I look up to see his eyes glassy, one hand holding the door for support, the other in my hair.
“So, this is what you wanted to do every time I won?” he asks.
“I would suck your cock right there in the red chair, if I could,” I answer, smiling just a little, my jaws tight from the blowjob.
“And now what?” he asks.
I know it took him aback in Hintertux. Me knowing what I want. And taking it. He enjoys it, but feels his alpha male diminished with a sex-competent woman. Time to return the control. Let him feel like a winner again.
“Now, I′ll turn around like a good girl and offer you my pussy to fuck as you see fit,” I answer.
“Good,” he nods, and runs a hand through his hair. “But, let′s order champagne first.”
***
Thomas
Katharina is lying on her back, a strawberry in her mouth, hands above her head as if tied. I pour a little champagne from the glass into her belly button and smile as she shivers at the cold. Sure, a naked woman, strawberries, and champagne, such a cliche.
But who of you has done it, right?
I suck the champagne and eat the strawberry from her mouth, running my tongue along her lips. She′s trembling with anticipation, shifting her hips, her nipples like ripe cherries ready to be picked. I have a filthy idea that just fits the situation.
I take a strawberry from the bowl and glide it along her thighs, reaching her soaking pussy.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks, startled.
“Want to know how your taste goes with strawberries?” I answer and sink the strawberry between her slick folds.
“Hold it for me, will you?”
She does as she′s told and squeezes her cunt to hold the fruit in place. I bow and attack her lap with my mouth, discovering that her pussy taste goes excellent with strawberries.
Amazing, now I will always have a hard-on with strawberries around. What else can this woman ruin for me?
“I think I owe you an orgasm,” I mutter, and circle her clit with my tongue.
She arches her back and raises her pelvis hungrily, but I push her back in place with my hand, using the other hand to slide two fingers into her wet slit. Deep. In and out. She drives my fingers, squirming her back.
“Thomas, please,” she murmurs.
“Please, what? What should I do?” I ask, pulling my fingers out, and enjoying how her pelvis follows, unwilling to let my fingers go.
“Please, eat my pussy,” she purrs.
“That was very specific, Miss Berger,” I answer, and set to do as asked.
I open her folds with my fingers to get deeper with my tongue, working her clit with my other hand. She′s on the brink, I can tell from the way her slit clenches and pulses, perhaps, waiting on my permission.
“Come for me, Kat,” I mumble between her thighs, sucking her clit, and feel the pulsing in her pussy going wild, as spasm after spasm of her orgasm drives through her.
“Beautiful,” I smile, cupping her pussy possessively with my palm.
“But not enough, was it?”
Katharina is mine at this moment. Obedient, pliant. I love the change, well aware I tamed her myself.
I reach for a condom on the nightstand, tear it open with my teeth, eyes never leaving hers.
She tries to get up to help put it on, but I push her down, opening her legs wide. I know why she gave me such a blowjob; she was staking a claim. Now, it′s my time to claim her.
Her pussy is still pulsing from her orgasm, still wet and soft as I slide slowly inside her.
“Gosh, Kat, you feel perfect. It′s like your pussy was meant to fit my dick.”
She′s lost for words and only whines, her head thrown back.
Good, I managed to render Katharina Berger speechless.
She wraps her legs and arms around me, so I can push deeper inside her. I move slowly, with deliberate thrusts, measuring the rhythm, and enjoy the way she squirms and whines, visibly pleading for more.
I need to get deeper.
I turn her around and push her back gently to the bed as she attempts to get on her knees. She squirms as I open her legs and slide my cock deeper inside.
“So good,” I groan. And a few faster thrusts later, I can feel her pussy clenching on my dick.
“Come for me, baby, come again,” I say, reaching under her with my hand, finding her clit. I want her to come on my dick, to come while I fuck her.
And she delivers, her orgasm is longer this time, her pussy clenching my cock tight as she screams my name, and in two more violent thrusts, I am done and feel the pleasure spilling from me.
I collapse beside her, grinning like I just stole Schladming itself. She’s flushed, wrecked, perfect.
“So, Miss Berger,” I murmur against her hair, “was that professional enough for you?”
She laughs, shaky, but doesn’t answer. And I know I’ll spend the next race chasing that sound harder than any gold medal.
I trace the line of her ribs with my fingertips. “So, the term still valid?” I ask. “Only after wins? Because…”
“Shut up, Thomas,” she says, voice soft. “Don’t spoil this.”
I do as I am told because spoiling the moment is the last thing I want to do.
What is the first thing, though?
What do I expect from this arrangement of ours?
I know I want to own not just her body but her soul as well. Yet, can one even own a woman like this? A woman like Katharina would not wait patiently for me, like my mother waits for my father every Christmas.
I roll onto my back and hug her as she snuggles at my shoulder.
I don’t do relationships because they steal one’s focus, blunt the edge. Can I afford to change that for her?
“I said don’t spoil it, Thomas,” she says with a sad smile.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“I know what you’re thinking, you’re so obvious. Can’t you see? I’m giving you a perfect way out. For both our sakes. No ties, just this funny deal.”
“One more condition, though,” I blurt. “I don’t want you to fuck anyone else.”
It comes out harsher than I meant.
She rises slightly, leaning on her elbow. “I don’t think you’re in a position to lay that claim, Mr. Kern,” she says, shaking her head.
“Then, I think, I will fuck you until sunrise to spoil all men for you.”
She laughs, quiet and incredulous. “I’ll take that.”
But the perfect night just got a little darker.
And for the first time, I realize the danger I got myself into.
Because Katharina will steal my focus with the Olympics around the corner.
This is the worst timing to fall for a girl.