Chapter 10
DEVIN
Last night was beyond magical. Sure, it felt like my balls were about to snap off, and my cock had never been so sensitive. But watching Laila let go like that was life changing.
The feelings I have for this girl are getting stronger. Normally, I’d take it slow with a lovely young woman like her. Wine her and dine her for weeks before thinking about hopping into bed with her. But everything with us is accelerated since we’re effectively living together for several days.
As we enjoy our coffee and breakfast, chitchatting with my colleagues, I realize that the Laila situation is a bit like a stock that I'm considering investing in. It's all about timing. You can’t jump in too soon, but you need the energy still to be fresh. And you can’t wait too long, either.
At least, that’s how I’m going to put it when I try to find a way to tell her how I feel.
She joins me on the cross-country practice trail, which we take at a very casual pace. Laila is delighted to see fresh bunny tracks and some chickadees. I'm delighted that I get to spend the entire day with her and can’t wait to see what happens tonight.
When we originally agreed on this little ruse, it was clear our Valentine celebration was not real. So I didn’t think too hard about spending a romantic night with her. Now, though, I can’t wait for that to happen.
We clearly care about each other. And don’t get me started on the physical connection. I want this to be a relationship that lasts.
It feels like Laila and I belong together, which means I have to find a gift for our first holiday together so that she'll have something concrete to mark the occasion years down the road on our twentieth wedding anniversary.
A clump of snow whizzes by my head. "You stopped," Laila calls out. “Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Sorry. Just trying to figure out if those are squirrel or chipmunk footprints."
Laila glides over to stand right beside me. "Unless you're a professional tracker, I doubt you’d be able to tell the difference.”
"What makes you think I'm not a professional tracker? I might have a few secrets left, you know."
Damn, I love the way she laughs. "Sure. Tons of secrets. In your spare time I bet you're a spy.”
Leaning over, I clap my glove over her mouth. "Quiet, cutie. You'll blow my cover."
She laughs again as I release her, and I can't resist wrapping my arms around her. "Has anyone ever kissed you while you were wearing cross-country skis?" I ask.
She shakes her head seriously. "Mm. I don’t know. That sounds like something that would compromise the purity of this wholesome outdoor moment."
"True." My gloved thumb sneaks inside her scarf to run along the side of her throat. “But you should know that I’m thinking very wholesome thoughts about you at least some of the time.”
Her breath catches. “What about the rest of the time?”
“Those are thoughts I should maybe keep to myself a bit longer.”
She smirks. “What about that absolute honesty clause?”
“Shit.” Stepping back, I shake my head. “That’s going to bite me in the ass, isn’t it?”
“Yes. But that’s not the point.”
“Fine.” I straighten up and look her right in the eye. “I’m currently enjoying a full range of interesting thoughts concerning you. Including getting you a mug of hot cocoa before you freeze your cute butt off.”
Laila grins, tossing the part of her hair that is sticking out of her purple wool cap. She skis back onto the center of the trail, and together we head back to the chalet.
A short blonde woman is setting out a cocoa and dessert station. “You must be our chef, Rosa,” I say with a bow. “Your cooking is amazing.”
“Yes, thank you,” Laila chimes in. “Everything has been wonderful since we arrived.”
Rosa beams. “That’s so sweet of you! I love when Mrs. H. calls me back here for a few weeks now and then.” Her eyes twinkle. “Especially for a romantic occasion like Valentine’s Day. There’s a bit of magic in the air at this chalet.”
She darts off to what I assume must be the kitchen, and we grab some cocoa and sit on the loveseat by the fire. It’s peaceful to just be quiet together for a bit.
Laila is becoming more comfortable with me, which feels like a great sign that we might last beyond this weekend. Still, I’m not sure how to say that I’m already seeing us becoming a real couple.
“Wow,” Laila whispers. “It feels like we’re alone in this huge building.”
I rub my knee against hers. “You don’t get scared in big old buildings, do you?”
“Even if I did, I wouldn’t with you around.” She grins. “And definitely not in the library. Such a good, cozy vibe in that room.” Her gaze darts to the large antique clock on the wall. “I should take a quick shower before lunch.”
I chug the last of my cocoa, then stand up. “May I join you?”
I expect Laila to smack her fingers playfully on my arm. Or giggle. To assume that I'm joking, not realize how hopeful I am.
Instead, she stands up, looking up into my eyes. "Devin?" she asks hesitantly.
"Yes? I'm serious about wanting to shower with you. But I don't expect you to do anything like that so soon."
She blushes faintly, shaking her head. "That's not it."
"If you think I'm simply concerned about conserving water…
" My hand slips around her hip, gently caressing the curve of her ass.
"Of course I'm a dedicated environmentalist, but really, I'm just dying to see you naked. To touch you everywhere. To hear what little noises you might make when you’re soaking all over. "
Her breath catches, and her blinking becomes fluttery. Then she lifts her chin. "That's not it, either."
"Sorry. Go ahead."
Her hands slowly slide up my chest to meet around the back of my neck. "I guess I just…" She looks around to make sure we're completely alone. "I need to know…um… Is there a chance you might call me on Monday?"
I’m an ass.
I should have said something the second I was sure that, on my side at least, this relationship would extend beyond this weekend.
I wrap my arms around her, squeezing her close. "Oh, beautiful, please don't think this is just for the weekend. I mean, if you want that to be the case, it can be. It’s up to you. But after I drop you off on Sunday night, I'll be texting you within an hour with ideas for dates later in the week."
I grin at the way she smiles up at me. "I know this is a strange start to our relationship, gorgeous, but I think it's going to be amazing."
"I've never met a guy as open as you are," she laughs, then suddenly freezes when a guy in work jeans walks by us with a friendly nod.
"I think he's the handyman here," I murmur. "It's fine."
Laila looks up at me fearfully. “I'm just terrified that I'm going to mess this up for you. That I'm going to screw up and make you lose your job."
"I’m sorry, baby." I tip her chin up with my finger. "I didn't mean to put so much pressure on you. I think we're doing okay so far. We just have to survive until noon or so tomorrow, then we take off. What could happen in twenty-four hours?"
Her eyes light up with a saucy twinkle, as her fingers tighten in the back of my hair. "Good point. Now, what was that about a shower?"
“That’s my girl.”
Ten minutes later, I'm staring at the most glorious vision in the world: Laila, completely naked, with her hair tied up in another sexy, messy topknot.
Her back is against the glass tiles of the shower stall, one ankle hooked over my shoulder as I grip her hips, staring for a moment at her luscious round breasts before dropping my eyes to her perfect pink pussy while the hot water sprays around us.
I lean forward, letting my mouth and tongue explore every curve and fold, every point that makes her gasp louder.
I’m extremely aware of two distinct sides of myself. One is watching Laila’s eyes as they become dreamy and soft. Bonding with her. Caring for her. Hoping that she will allow me to do this as often as possible for the rest of our lives.
The other side of me is an animal, savagely devouring her soft flesh, imagining how it would feel to drive my length all the way inside her, studying the look in her eyes and hearing her breath catch as I thrust deeper.
My cock is hard as stone as I work a finger deep into Laila’s pussy. She’s so tight, but very wet.
My tongue flutters across her clit as Laila's hands grip the side of my head. "I won't let you fall, beautiful," I murmur, my lips brushing against her skin. Her blinking through her wet lashes is erratic as she stares at me in disbelief.
“We’re so comfortable together," she murmurs. "I like the way you just take hold of me and…"
I swish my tongue in a figure eight pattern over her clit until I feel her fingernails pricking my scalp. "Know what you need? I'm doing my best."
Her eyes blaze. Slowly I add a second finger, and her hips begin to roll in time with my gentle thrusts.
Can Laila tell that caring for her is turning me on just as much as the view of her flushed throat, peaked nipples, and the way her tongue keeps darting across her plush bottom lip?
She's so sexy that a huge part of me wants to lock us in this room for the rest of the weekend and forget all about the initial reason for being here.
Laila’s breath picks up, and I hold her in place as she quivers.
My tongue presses harder, fingers moving faster as I watch her belly cave, her shoulders twitch, and her mouth fall open.
She grips me hard as her moaned cries echo off the tiles, barely covered by the water bouncing off our sides.
I can taste a fresh flood of her juices, and after her climax ends, I lap up as much as I can.
Laila carefully sets her leg back on the floor, still trembling. I stand, holding her close against me and turning my back to the water. "I've got you, baby."
"Kiss me," she murmurs. "Kiss me while you’re coming."
I'm already devouring her soft lips as I register the second part of what she said. And that her soft, warm hand is eagerly stroking my length.
"Laila," I choke, “I've been trying to ignore that since we got here."
"I know, and that's not fair. I don't know what I'm doing, but—"
"Yeah, you do," I rasp, holding her against me with one arm while my other palm steadies myself on the tile. "That's perfect, baby. Just a bit faster."
She strokes me as quickly as she can, rubbing her thumb over the tip with each pass. My mouth crashes to hers, kissing her hard and deep as a low groan consumes me.
My thighs tense, knees nearly buckling as I erupt, thick white splashes of come covering Laila's belly and hips. Her delighted little cry makes me spurt even harder, then I surge against her, my elbow on the wall to hold me up.
When I’m able to focus again, I see she's grinning from ear to ear. Then she steps back, glancing down at the white streaks dripping from her skin. "I think I'm gonna need a second shower to clean up from the first one," she giggles.
I wash her carefully with the herbal soap the chalet provided. Every caress of my hand against her skin makes me feel like we're fusing together. Like this was meant to be.
I can’t wait until we’re away from my coworkers and this charade is over so we can begin our real life together.