Chapter Forty #2
The dad fussed over his son. Tristan broke the tension and leaned into Emme.
‘You’ve done well, you’ve really progressed.’ This time he didn’t sound patronising, he sounded genuinely impressed.
‘Thanks. Although I confess I’ve had a few more sessions with Milla now.’
Tristan nodded.
‘It shows.’
‘I’ve even started to enjoy it,’ she added, laughing. Emme looked at his lips and had to look away. She wanted to taste them again. She wanted them on her nipples so desperately.
‘Look, Daddy! The mountain is pink!’ the boy said.
‘I heard what you said to the group about the alpenglow.’ Emme said quietly. ‘I’d like to see it one day.’
Tristan leaned in closer.
‘I’d like to show you.’
Their lips so nearly met, but it was time to get off.
At the top Emme couldn’t have been more disappointed at the four eager faces awaiting them, but together they all snaked down the slope again, and Emme felt a surge of envy when Tristan guided Kelly, putting his hands on her hips to help her lean and turn.
Even though she knew he wasn’t looking at Kelly the way he was looking at her.
The chemistry was intense. Being near him was intense.
If she’d been alone with him on the chairlift, they would have kissed again for sure. The knowledge of it felt thrilling.
‘Right guys, let’s bypass this chairlift, go down the next slope, and take the cable car all the way back to town, yah? You need to see the famous diamanté gondola …’
‘A diamond what?’ Patrick asked.
Emme had heard about the diamanté gondola – kitted out with padded, heated seats. And because it was sponsored by a jewellery brand, the interior was studded with sparkling gems.
Only in Kristalldorf.
‘Only one in ten of the gondolas is diamanté, but the others are pretty plush too …’ Tristan explained.
‘Next slope is a trickier blue, some say it should be red, but I think you’ve got what it takes.’ He looked to Emme and nodded. Emme wasn’t certain, but Tristan Du Kok seemed to have a knack of making people feel competent and capable enough to achieve anything.
It took them a while – Shivam almost cried at the steepest point – but they managed to get to the bottom of the slope and the top of the gondola cable car station that would take them back to Kristalldorf.
‘OK, skis off, and skis and poles in the rack on the outside of the car!’ Tristan instructed, as the gondola swung around the carousel slowly enough for him to help each member of the party put their skis in the rack outside.
‘It’s a diamanté one!’ he said, as if he had arranged it, and he ushered the buyers in one by one, holding their hands to help them in as the gondola moved around a carousel. Just as Emme went to embark, Tristan put an arm across her body.
‘Wait,’ he whispered. She looked at him just as the doors seamlessly closed on the wine buyers.
‘What?’
‘We’ll see you down there!’ Tristan shouted to his group, who were all too awestruck by the diamanté gondola and the view of the Silberschnee from it to notice they’d been deliberately separated.
Tristan put Emme’s skis next to his on the external rack of the next gondola and ushered her in, then he followed. Making himself big so no one else would want to join them.
‘No diamonds,’ Emme jovially pouted, then smiled.
Tristan approached her.
Both of them prayed no one would enter their cable car in the next few seconds.
‘Doesn’t matter …’ Tristan shrugged casually.
The doors slammed behind him and they both felt the thrill.
‘You’re the only jewel I can see.’
Whether it was to exorcise thoughts of Tom or because her body was yearning like never before, there was no question about what was going to happen next. Emme felt sensational; her body tingled.
Tristan pressed a button next to the door and moved over to Emme. She could see his hardness in his black salopettes. She looked from his crotch to his face and raised an eyebrow. He was smiling back. He had the sexiest smile she had ever seen.
‘How long do we have?’
‘Long enough to make you come,’ he said, confidently.
Tristan held Emme’s face and they gazed into each other’s eyes before slipping their tongues into each other’s mouths. His kisses were even more electric in the daylight. Slow at first but soon their exploration was fast and frenzied. Emme broke away.
‘But what about?’
She nodded to the wine buyers, all marvelling, unaware, at the peak.
‘I’ve put the window tint on. We can see out the front but they can’t see in – and they won’t even know why.’
Emme pressed herself against Tristan and felt his hardness against her, rubbing her in just the right place.
She couldn’t slide off her jacket and salopette braces fast enough, as Tristan unbuttoned the poppers at the waist of her new lilac trousers. They continued to kiss feverishly as he rolled down her trousers, SKIMs and knickers, and stroked her wetness with his finger.
‘Oh my god!’ she groaned. She so wanted him to finish what he’d started in the shop.
He slid his finger in his mouth to taste her and groaned himself, before slumping to his knees and parting her with his tongue.
‘No time,’ she said. ‘I want you inside me.’
Emme lifted Tristan’s jacket and unbuttoned his ski trousers, feeling his rock-hard cock tethered inside.
‘Oh my god,’ she gasped as he silenced her with another kiss and she stroked the long velvety contours of him as she released him from his Calvin Kleins.
‘Do you have a condom?’
She was not going to let this fuckboy inside her without one.
‘Yes … yes …’ he said, grappling one from his trouser pocket.
He tore off the condom wrapper and expertly rolled it onto his cock, while Emme smoothed her hand along its hardness just to check it was all in place.
She was so wet, she couldn’t wait. And then she felt it.
Hard and warm and moving deep inside her.
Slowly at first while she opened up, then frantically as she rocked, her pulsating body vibrating with the hum of the gondola.
Tristan pushed her base layer top up and then her bra to reveal her breasts. He kissed her sweet nipples and seemed in a rush to get to know every curve of her, he wanted to make her come fast, and he could feel it building.
Emme was flushed and breathless as she rode him, pulling his face back up to hers and kissing with increasing intensity.
‘Oh god!’ she cried, as he thrust deeper; she rode him harder, until she bit his lip as she came, faster than she ever had, with a raging, helpless moan that surprised her.
All the stress and tension of the past few months rolled through her body and down this beautiful man’s cock.
She turned to face the Silberschnee as she rode the wave of her most exquisite orgasm ever, pressing her cheek against Tristan’s as they both looked out at the mountain’s pink peak.
Her body shuddered in bliss.
‘Oh my god,’ she sighed again, kissing his face, his perfect face. It was the most electric and intense sexual experience of her life. Tristan looked at her in awe.
Emme raised herself up and off him and flipped over, her knees firmly placed on the heated seats as the ground was getting closer.
They could make out the figures of people who had decided to ski all the way down back to the village.
Faces emerged into sight as Tristan plunged into Emme from behind and with just a few delectable strokes, unleashed himself inside her with a groan.
With only seconds to spare, Emme and Tristan had their clothes on and zipped back up as the gondola doors dramatically opened. Emme stepped out reborn.
‘Well that was a little bit special!’ said Kelly the New Yorker. ‘Did you get diamonds?’ she asked Emme.
‘We had it all,’ Emme said, cheeks flushed, as she looked to the gondola behind. To her relief it was empty. But if there had been people in it, they would have seen Tristan Du Kok fucking Emmeline Eversley, all the way home.
‘Right, dinner!’ Tristan said, as they stopped outside the Anna Maria.
Not here, of all places, Emme thought. She really didn’t want to risk seeing his girlfriend.
She wanted to go home and have a shower. The Harringtons would be home from Thun soon and she didn’t want to look as flustered as she felt right now.
Shivam, Kelly, Patrick and Justin thanked Tristan for a wonderful ski lesson, and they all agreed to reconvene at 8pm for their final evening dinner.
‘Want to drop your skis and boots at mine?’ Tristan asked Emme. ‘Less distance for you to carry them?’ he said it neutrally, as if he were helping out an old friend.
‘Oh it’s fine, I can put them in the Harringtons’ locker when I pass it. Thanks.’ They stood hesitating for a second, safeguarding their secret.
‘It would be nice to do that again some time …’ Tristan said, disarming her.
‘It would.’ She smiled. It didn’t have to be weird, this didn’t have to be anything.
Emme needed the fun, the release of another man, to remind her that she was wanted and needed.
The sting of Tom’s marriage would soon fade if Tristan looked after her like that.
And then Emme leaned in to kiss Tristan goodbye, and he backed away.