He pulls off his tee shirt, as if reading my mind. “It doesn’t weird me out,” he says. “It turns me the fuck on, Aspyn. Last night in the hot tub,” he tells me as he unzips his jeans, shoving down his boxers along with them. I whimper at the sight of him as he strokes himself, standing naked before me. “I wanted to spin you around, to squeeze your big round tits, and fuck you. Hard. That’s what I wanted.”
“And why didn’t you?” I pant, my pussy wet as I watch him stroke his shaft. I run my hand to my wet lips, my finger on my clit, a pulsing button of heat.
“Because I didn’t want to scare you off.”
“You wouldn’t have,” I tell him, our eyes fixed on one another as we touch ourselves.
“I see that now. I thought you were too innocent for a man, a real man — but you’re not, are you? You know what you like, and how you like it.”
I nod as he presses me down on my back, leaning over me. His body is so defined, muscular and capable — ready. “I only know what toys I like. Not what it feels like to be touched by a man. By you.”
“Do you want to know, Aspyn? What it feels like to have my mouth against your dripping cunt? To have my cock between your ripe tits? Is that what you really want?”
I nod. “It’s all I want, Cole.”
He runs his hand over my pussy, and I swear to god I could die right here and now. My heart pounds as he touches me, as he looks in my eyes.
“Fuck, you are all I want, Aspyn. All I’ve ever wanted.”
I’ve known this man all my life — and I know he is funny and kind, and forgiving. Generous and nurturing and smart. He loves my family, and gets along with kids, and he likes me. Really likes me.
It’s everything. I know my sexual desire for Cole is strong, but I know it’s more than that. I already love him for the man he is… but the idea that we might be sexually compatible too? It’s everything. He is everything.
“Are you okay, is this all right?” he asks, his fingers inside me, touching me and teasing me.
I nod, knowing how wet I am, wondering what he thinks of that. “It’s perfect. But…”
“But what?” he asks, his hand stilling as my knees drop open. I want to give all of myself to him.
“Am I okay?” I ask nervously. “Does my pussy feel good? I’m the only one who has ever touched it.”
His eyes widen. “Does it feel good?” He lets out a long breath. “Oh, Aspyn, it feels perfect. Tight, and so damn wet. Juicy. And—” He lowers his mouth to my pussy, his tongue running up and down me, licking my cunt. I close my eyes as another “Christmas Miracle” winds its way up my spine.
“Oh, oh, Cole,” I moan, threading my fingers through his thick hair. “Oh yes.”
He doesn’t hesitate, he licks me so nice and good — better than my “French Man” vibe ever dreamt of. His tongue flutters over me, he breathes warm air against me, and my toes curl, my back arches, my core so damn tight I feel like I could burst, and then I do. He adds a third finger to my pussy and I gush.
I drape my forearm over my eyes as my pussy is taken by the man of my goddamn dreams. He finger fucks me into oblivion, until there is nothing left of me to give. The orgasm washes over me, sending goosebumps to every inch of my skin and I’m a goner. Hook, line, and sinker. His. And he knows it. He must. I am his.
Chapter Twelve
Cole
She’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. A virgin who has a playful side. Who is not just open-hearted, but open-minded too. I love everything about her — her work ethic and her commitment, her passion and her kindness. Her devotion to her family, and the fact she knows her priorities, knows who she is — I love all of it.
But to learn she is also sexually charged with a passion for more than the slopes? To realize this snow bunny is ready to really play? Damn, my cock has never been so fucking hard, my heart never so damn full.
I want to please Aspyn, make her come, sure, but also satisfy her to her core. When I walked in here and saw her riding a dildo I knew she had a wild imagination, and the fact she wants me to explore that with her? Damn, this is the best Christmas gift any man could ever receive.
“I know you love those toys of yours, but I hope my cock can please you even more fully.”
She smiles up at me as I lean over her. Her hands running over my chest, her tits so round and full. “It will. I know it will. When I saw you in the shower last night I—”
I cut her off. “You saw me?”
Her cheeks turn pink. “I did. After the hot tub… I was coming to my room and saw that the bathroom door was open and…”
I groan. “You saw me jerking off?”
She nods. “Don’t be embarrassed. It was sexy. Why do you think I was exhausted this morning? I was up all night getting off to the sight of you…”
“And this morning?” I ask. “Your mom said you weren’t feeling well?”
She lets out a tight laugh. “This morning I saw you naked — and your cock…” She covers her face with her hands. “Cole, you were so hard. Do you know what that did to me?”
I chuckle, pulling her hand away. “You stayed off the mountain, your favorite place in the entire world, so you could touch yourself while thinking of me?”
She presses her pouty lips together. “Don’t go getting a big ego.”
I laugh, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her nose. “How could I not? Damn girl, you must really want my D.”
“Speaking of Ds,” she says softly, exhaling, “I’m not supposed to date.”
“I know, or drink or do drugs,” I say, wrapping her in my arms, running a hand over her smooth skin, her creamy ass. Her legs wrap around me, and I know she feels my cock against her.
“There’s no rule against having sex,” she adds. “Technically.”
“You’re an adult now,” I say, stroking her cheek, kissing her again. And again. And again. “You might be old enough to make your own decisions.”
“In that case, I decide I want this,” she says. “I want you. Tonight.”
Chapter Thirteen
Aspyn
After spending so long thinking and dreaming about my first time, it’s finally here. Finally happening.
And I’m not scared one bit.
I feel awake and alive… like I could set a record for the Alpine Team and more. In Cole’s arms I feel invincible.
“You’re so sexy,” he tells me, kissing me again. Softly, like I am precious. And tears prick my eyes as I realize that to him, I am.
His words are gentle and kind, just like he is, and we could take this slow, but neither of us want that. We’ve been wanting this for a long time. And whoever came up with the phrase absence makes the heart grow fonder was one hundred percent correct.
I’ve missed this. Wanted this. And there was a tiny part of me that wondered if I had blown my crush on Cole out of proportion — feared that I’d see him again after all this time and that things would have changed.