Chapter 12 #2
She takes it, stepping over the edge, her body gliding against mine as she settles between my legs, back to my chest. The water laps at her breasts, turning her skin rosy.
I trail a strawberry along her shoulder, dipping it in crème fra?che before offering it to her lips.
She bites, juice dribbling down her chin, and I lick it clean, my free hand sliding down her belly to part her thighs under the water.
My fingers find her clit, swollen and begging, circling slowly as she arches against me, her ass grinding back against my hard length. "Feel how ready you are," I growl in her ear, slipping a finger inside her tight heat, feeling her walls clench around me. "But we're just getting started."
She arches further, her slick walls fluttering around my invading finger, a soft whine escaping her lips as I add a second, stretching her gently, my thumb pressing firm circles over her clit.
The water sloshes with her movements, warm waves lapping at our skin, her nipples breaking the surface like pink pearls.
I nuzzle her neck, tasting the salt of her skin mixed with the floral steam, my cock nestled hard against the cleft of her ass, pulsing with every grind she gives.
"God, Graham," she breathes, her hand reaching back to grip my thigh, nails digging in as her hips rock instinctively.
I curl my fingers inside her, stroking that ridged spot that makes her gasp, her body tensing like a bowstring.
She's close already. I can feel it in the way her pussy clamps down, greedy and wet.
"Not yet," I murmur, slowing my pace to a torturous tease, withdrawing just enough to make her whimper in protest. I reach for the champagne flute on the tub's edge, the glass cool against my palm, and bring it to her lips. "Sip this. Let it fizz on your tongue."
She turns her head slightly, eyes hooded and dark, and takes a slow pull, bubbles dancing over her lower lip.
Some spills, trickling down her chin to her chest, and I follow the path with my mouth, lapping it up, the crisp, tart effervescence bursting on my tongue as I suckle her breast. She giggles then – a light, breathless sound that bubbles up unexpectedly, her body shaking with it against mine.
"That tickles," she says, voice husky, but her laughter fades into a moan as I nip her nipple, rolling it between my teeth.
"Good," I growl, handing her the glass fully so I can use both hands – one returning to her core, fingers plunging deeper, the other tracing up to pinch her other breast. The giggles return in spurts, mingled with gasps, as I work her higher, the water turning turbulent with her writhing.
Her free hand splashes, sending droplets flying, and she nearly drops the flute, but I steady it, guiding another sip to her mouth. "Drink while I make you come."
Her pussy tightens at my words, and I thrust my fingers faster, palm grinding against her clit.
She shudders, champagne sloshing over the rim as her back bows, a cry ripping from her throat.
Her inner muscles spasm around me, wave after wave, her juices mixing with the bathwater, her giggles dissolving into sobs of pleasure.
I hold her through it, kissing her shoulder, feeling her pulse race under my lips.
As she comes down, panting, I ease my fingers out, trailing them up her belly, leaving a slick path.
"That's one," I whisper, my voice thick with need, cock aching to bury inside her.
She twists in my arms, water cascading off her curves, and captures my mouth in a kiss that's all tongue and champagne tang, her hand dipping below the surface to wrap around my shaft.
Her fingers stroke firmly, thumb swirling over the head, pre-cum slicking her grip in the warm water.
I groan, hips bucking into her touch, but I pull back, standing and lifting her with me in one fluid motion, water sheeting off our bodies like liquid silk.
The air chills our skin, raising goosebumps, but the heat between us burns hotter.
I wrap her in a plush robe from the heated rack – Egyptian cotton, monogrammed with the resort's crest – before scooping her up, carrying her to the king bed.
The linens are crisp and cool under us as I lay her down, the fire's glow painting her in golden hues.
She sheds the robe, spreading her legs invitingly, her folds glistening, clit still swollen from her release. I grab the champagne bottle from the trolley and drizzle a thin stream over her breasts, watching it pool in her navel. "Taste me," she murmurs, eyes sparkling with mischief.
I oblige, lowering my head to lick the bubbly trail from her skin, sucking an oyster from the platter and feeding it to her with my fingers, her tongue swirling around them suggestively.
She laughs again, the sound turning throaty as I position myself between her thighs, my cock nudging her entrance, the head slipping through her wetness.
"Slow," she echoes my earlier command, but her hips lift, urging me in.
I push forward inch by inch, her tight heat enveloping me, walls still quivering from her first orgasm.
She's exquisite – velvet and fire – stretching around my thickness until I'm seated deep, our bodies locked.
I pause, savoring the fullness, then begin to move, long, deliberate thrusts that drag along every nerve.
She wraps her legs around my waist, nails raking my back, and I angle to hit that spot again, grinding my pelvis against her clit with each drive.
Her breaths come in hitches, building to moans, and I reach for a strawberry, dipping it in caviar and crème, pressing it to her lips mid-thrust. She bites down, juice bursting, and giggles through the mouthful, the vibration humming through her body to where we're joined.
"Fuck, Willow," I rasp, pace quickening as her laughter fades to pleas. I hook her leg over my shoulder, deepening the angle, pounding harder now. She comes again in a sudden and fierce way, her pussy milking my cock in rhythmic pulses, back arching as she cries out, fingers twisting in the sheets.
I don't stop, flipping her onto her hands and knees, entering from behind in one swift plunge.
Her ass presses back against me, cheeks flushed, and I spank lightly, the smack echoing with her surprised giggle.
Champagne forgotten on the nightstand, I reach around to rub her clit, thrusts relentless, feeling her build once more.
Sweat slicks our skin, the room filled with the wet slap of flesh and her mounting whimpers.
"Come with me this time," she gasps, pushing back to meet me, her walls fluttering anew.
I grip her hips, driving deep, the pressure coiling tight in my balls.
She shatters first – her third orgasm ripping through her, body convulsing, a gush of wetness coating my cock.
It's too much. I follow with a guttural roar, spilling inside her in hot spurts, vision blurring as pleasure crashes over me.
We collapse together, tangled and breathless, her giggles bubbling up again as I nuzzle her neck. "Three times," she murmurs, turning to kiss me lazily, tasting of champagne and salt. "You're insatiable."
"Only for you," I reply, pulling her close, the fire crackling softly as snow continues to fall outside.