Kira felt his lips on her again, breathing hot air over her skin and through her lace panties. She can feel herself growing wetter. I want him so very badly. Her hands were free now that he was holding her hips, arching her upward to his waiting mouth, and she reached out, grabbing his hair, holding on. He inched her wet panties down, kissing as he went. The stubble of his rough beard tickled her skin. She shuddered as his tongue found her clit, flicking it, and she struggled not to come as he began sucking, pulling the electric nub. One of those powerful hands found its way into her soaking slit, working the exquisitely sensitive spot. Her legs shuddered and she fought to stay still. The electrical current coursing inside her grew, driving her into a frenzy. She moaned louder, unable to control the waves breaking over her. Her groin tightened and ached with sweet, riveting pressure building until she could not breathe.
“Mmm, come for me, Kira,” he ordered.
His command sends her over the edge as she ground fervently into his hand and mouth, pussy throbbing around his fingers, flooding them with her release. All the ache and tension of her long-delayed orgasm was so deftly delivered by his touch. He looked up at her, wild with need. He slipped her panties the rest of the way off and stood before her. I can’t believe this is real. Watching him undress is the culmination of every fantasy I have ever had, she thought fuzzily. His muscular chest. Those abs, the perfect V cutting directly into his jeans, those thighs. Kira couldn’t take any more waiting. Sitting up onto her knees, she ripped off his boxer shorts, freeing his massive cock. Oh, dear God! I hope this is real. If not, I don’t want to wake up till it’s over.
He stood there for a moment, gloriously naked. The sight of his perfectly sculpted body, so tall and rugged, revived Kira, instantly making her want more. Since seeing that bulge in her office, she had dreamed of this moment. Tenderly she stroked her hands down the expansive length, licking her lips, desperately wanting to put it in her mouth. She kissed him gently on the end, feeling a bead of sweet sticky cum form, and licked it off, looking up at him.
Stark stood, barely able to breathe, shocked…and driven crazy by her taking control. He looked down at her sweet face, now delightfully wicked, as if she had found a long-awaited prize. The gleam in her eyes as she looked up at him while slowly licking the tip of his cock took him made him lose control. “Fuck, Kira,” he growled. “I want that mouth around my cock.”
She obeyed. At that moment she would do anything he asked. Slowly at first, she began sucking at the tip, working the base with her hands, his deep moans letting her know she had him. Then starting at the foundation, she licked up the veiny throbbing shaft, taking him suddenly in her mouth when she reached the end. He gasped sharply, grabbing her hair. She loved having this effect on him. It made her hungry for more. She begin working up and down, finding her rhythm, ravenously sucking and working with her hands. His hips thrust to meet her mouth. He became bolder, holding her head in his hands, fucking her mouth. His growing moans fueled her to take him as deeply as she could. He picked up the pace. Kira sucked hungrily each time he pulled out of her mouth and she allowed him entrance again. She held on to the back of his muscular thighs, allowing him deeper access and control over the rhythm. His body stiffened, and he threw his head back.
“God, Kira!” Stark cried out and with one final thrust filled her mouth with hot cum.
The sweet, salty caramel cream shot out of him in his final moment of ecstasy. She sucked it all down greedily, licking the tip for every last drop. Mmm. She sighed, pleased and satisfied with her prize.
“You are one wicked little girl,” he said, smiling. Spent, he collapsed on top of her. “Don’t think for a moment that this is over. I am going to make you scream.”
Stark took a moment to put another log on the fire. He turned, and saw Kira wrapped in the blankets, the firelight dancing across her face and breasts. “Of all the places I have been, all the wonders I have seen pale in comparison to this moment with you.” He came back to her, taking her in his arms and began kissing her intensely.
The feeling of his soft, sensual lips on hers, his tongue probing her mouth, gaining access and taking control was too much to resist. She surrendered completely. He pushed her leg aside with his and lay between her legs. She felt his massive cock fully hardened, pressing against her. He rubbed back and forth, the friction on her swollen and very sensitive clit sending her reeling. He put her hands far above her head once more and began to suck gently on her nipple, biting slightly. The combined effect was overwhelming. She was soaring, flying, her body weightless. She no longer felt the floor. His fingers worked their way into her tight slit, moving relentlessly in and out. The pulling and stretching made her even wetter. I’m on fire. She could feel another orgasm building. So close. And then she felt the power, the pressure of that huge cock enter her, filling her to capacity. The intense fullness threw her into a frenzied state, wanton and desperate to come again.
Stark groaned deeply as he finally worked his entire length in her. “You’re so tight.” For a moment all the world stood still and then he started to move, slowly at first, then gliding in and out. She felt her body holding him, tightening around him as he pulled out, then filled her again. His pace quickened and she was fully flying now. He glided back and forth faster…faster…. He lifted her hips, and the change of angle caused his thick cock to grind deliciously, stretching her in new ways. She struggled to breathe as her breath came faster. Kira held on desperately to his muscular back. Her fingers traced the tattoo. He truly is relentless. Her head fell back, and, giving in completely to the moment, she felt his power. He seemed to know her body better than any lover she’d ever known, better even than she did, meeting each desire with newfound pleasure. His groans became louder, more fervent, his thrusts more forceful, and his grip on her arm and hip tightened. A sheen of sweat glistened on both their bodies. As he continued his skillful exploitation of her sex, her elation was building to an uncontrollable explosion. Suddenly his body stiffened, his arms holding her to him tightly. The intense pressure caused her to cry out as she came, unable to control the shattering of her ravaged body and she lay a quivering mess, so very happy to be in his arms.
Stark lay there for hours, watching her sleep. She was so beautiful and she was his. For the first time in a decade he felt a sense of belonging.
CHAPTER 5
Sunlight streamed through the large windows as Kira finally awoke. She looked around slowly, getting her bearings. She wasn’t quite sure if last night had really happened or if she had dreamed it. She pulled the blankets up around her and looked at the freshly tended fire. She took a moment to process that she was no longer in the great room but was in an exquisitely soft bed. The thick comforters enveloped her, tempting her back into sleep. The headboard was deep brown leather, a remarkable contrast to the white linens. On the opposite wall was a small stone fireplace much more intricate than the one in the great room. On either side of it was a mahogany lattice holding small round logs, all cut the exact right size to fit in the lattice and the fireplace. She thought the effect was beautiful, like a piece of art. To her right was an expanse of large windows, allowing a clear view of the freshly fallen snow. The beautiful blanket of white appeared innocent and new this morning. She thought of how menacing it had seemed last night.
Last night! Oh what the hell did I do? How could I have let this happen! Kira looked around for her clothes. She had slept in one of his soft T-shirts. Mmm, this smells like him. Without realizing it, she hugged the shirt to her and inhaled. In the corner sat an oversized upholstered chair. Her bag had been placed neatly on it. Kira jumped up and grabbed it. Mercifully, the bathroom door had been left open so she didn’t have to go on a scavenger hunt. The bathroom was magnificent, all creams and whites, with heavy dark wood. She stepped cautiously on the marble floor, expecting it to be freezing but was pleasantly surprised to find it heated. As she started across the room, she gasped, catching sight of the unkempt tramp in the mirror. Her tousled ha
ir and sleepless eyes told the tale of last night’s endeavors. Look at you with your JBF hair. What the hell, Kira! How did you let this happen? But not only had she let it happen, she had wanted it to happen. She took the shirt off and let it drop to the floor. She stepped into the large glass shower practically the size of her bedroom, with multiple heads and nozzles. She stood in the hot water, willing the steam to wash away her transgressions. The heat of the water on her skin only reminded her of his touch. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t deny that he had moved her, touched her in ways no other man had. She had given over to him completely and he had taken her body places she had never imagined it could go.
After her shower she dressed quickly, the smell of breakfast and coffee reviving her senses. She walked down the beautiful stairs to the large rustic kitchen. The wood floors and ceiling gave a warm feel to the space. Stark had lit a fire in the kitchen fireplace as well. He stood in sweats, shirtless, making eggs and bacon. Kira realized she was starving. She settled on a seat at the large bar to watch him work.
“Good morning there, sleeping beauty,” he chuckled. “I was beginning to wonder if you were going to get up. Would you like some coffee?”
“Yes, thank you,” Kira said appreciatively. The coffee smelled wonderful. She was shy, unsure what to say to this man she barely knew but who had been inside her. Seeing him there in the kitchen without his shirt brought memories of last night flooding back. She blushed, looking up at him.
He returned her stare with a kind and knowing smile. “That look is very disarming, Captain,” he said, his expression changing.
“Now, Sergeant, I imagine it’s quite difficult to disarm you. You are the weapons expert, after all,” she said playfully, referring to his position as 18 Bravo.
“It’s all about having the right tools for the job, ma’am,” he answered, grinning wickedly. “Now eat your breakfast so we can go skiing, unless you would rather see her arsenal—which can definitely be arranged.”
Yes, please! But there’s only one tool I’m interested in. Kira reined in her wayward thoughts. “I would love to go skiing. And, Stark, about last night, I…” Kira stopped. She struggled to find the words but her pained expression spoke volumes.
“Kira, don’t. Last night was amazing. I know we can’t do this. It’s crazy and it’s wrong, but can we have fun, just this weekend? I want to know you. Please.” His voice was tender and sincere, and she heard a trace of vulnerability that she couldn’t ignore.
“You do realize that if we get caught our careers everything we have worked for are over. Dishonorable discharge Owen, that’s nothing to scoff at,” she said, shaking her head.
“No one from base is going to see us here. Just for this weekend. Please.” His eyes were shining like a child.
Kira couldn’t believe her own foolishness, “Ok, just this weekend. Let’s go have fun. I have been dying to ski since I got to Colorado. But when we get back this is all over.”
Stark nodded in agreement but Kira suspected he was just patronizing her. They bundled up in their gear and Stark fit her into a pair of skis and boots from the ski room. Kira couldn’t help but notice the skis seemed brand-new, though the design was a bit dated. “These are great. Do they belong to the people who live here?”
Stark’s face fell. “They did. They were my sister’s…” and his voice trailed off as he fastened her lift ticket to her jacket. Quickly he changed the subject. “I had these lift tickets sent over this morning. We’re right on the slope so we can ski from here.”
Kira could tell this wasn’t a subject he wanted to talk about but she couldn’t help saying, “I would love to hear about her someday.”
“I don’t want to talk about it now. Come on, let’s go ski before you melt in all that gear.” He started out the door as he spoke. Kira followed him out and onto the snow. The crisp air felt glorious on her face and nose, and she felt a rush of adrenaline as they prepared their skis to head down the first run. Looking back at the house she was able to appreciate its full glory. The sun reflected off the massive windows. Twenty-eight inches of snow had fallen overnight and the thick blanket of powder gave a soft, billowy effect to the architecture. The wall facing them was mostly glass with a large stone chimney rising up out of the snow and climbing thirty feet into the air.
Kira loved to ski. She had done a lot of skiing with her father when she was younger and had worked as an instructor for children at a small resort during college. She laughed out loud thinking of how small that mountain seemed in comparison with the majesty of this one.
“What’s so funny?” Stark asked.
“I was just thinking of how tiny the mountains I’ve skied on seem in comparison with all this. They have always seemed so big to me.” She started onto the trail. Stark took the lead as they started down Cascade run. The powder was thick, but fast in places. She felt so alive. Watching him ski was incredible. Stark had been skiing these mountains since he was a little boy. He was so graceful and fast he appeared to be flying. Kira did her best to keep up. She felt the rush of the wind, the weightless feeling of finding her rhythm, gliding effortlessly down the slope. The world was so quiet as she glided over the powder, everything silenced by the blanket of white. The bright bluebird sky provided a stunning contrast to the white world. Tall pines whipped by in a blur of green. Her senses went into overdrive. The adrenaline, the weightless feeling of flying, watching Stark glide down the mountain…she thought of him gliding over her. She pictured him handling her with such skill and control. She was truly in awe of him and wanted him more than ever. He whipped his skis sideways, causing a large spray of powder as they neared the bottom of the mountain. “Are you doing OK?” he asked, smiling. She could see he was truly enjoying himself. She hadn’t seen such a carefree, boyish smile on his face since they had met. He looked so much younger and happy. Really happy. Kira couldn’t help but smile back.
“I’m great!” she managed between breaths. It had been a long time since she had skied this hard and it was work. Amazing, exhilarating work. “This is incredible! The powder is perfect! What a kickass bluebird day!!” She couldn’t get over the perfection of the weather and conditions. The storm had isolated them. Out here it was like they were the only two people in the world. No need to worry about rules and past hurts. The only thing that mattered was each other.
“Let’s head over to the Two Creeks lift so we can start on the way to the top of the mountain. I want you to see the top of the world.” He grinned again.
“You lead, I’ll follow.” I would follow you anywhere, she thought, but this time the thought didn’t scare her as it did before. And they were off into the snow, gliding in and out of each other’s tracks like a high-speed but effortlessly graceful ballet. They found a rhythm together, forming a flawless pattern in the snow. When they reached the lift Stark was beaming. As they sat on the cold seat of the lift he turned to her. “Give me your poles. I have something to help warm you up.” He took her poles and placed them carefully under his leg. She loved how cool his brown ski pants looked. Damn, even in ski gear you are so fucking hot! She grinned, thinking he looked like a Burton ad. She imagined lusting over him in a magazine. But he’s here with me. Tonight, you are mine.
Stark took a small silver flask out of his Burton jacket. “Some fine Kentucky bourbon to warm you up.” He smiled, took a swig, and passed her the flask. She was careful not to drop it with her gloved hands. Kira put the cold flask to her lips and took a long swallow. The strong liquid warmed first her mouth, then spread to her body. Like his touch, the whiskey ignited her. She took a second drink before handing it back.
“Is that Maker’s Mark?”
“Yeah, I’m impressed. I wouldn’t have taken you for a whiskey girl,” he mused.
“Just what kind of girl were you expecting?” She wasn’t sure if she should be insulted or flattered.
“I don’t know, exactly. Girly, I suppose. I don’t mean anything bad— just not many girls drink whiskey
or ski like bats out of hell.” Stark struggled to find the right words. He was so impressed and surprised by her. How could he tell her she was blowing him away? Stark sat staring at her soft face, so tiny and pure, but tenacious. Her fiery spirit and drive excited him. His mind drifted to last night, the sight of that beautiful innocent face looking up at him as she took his cock in her hands. Licked the tip. He felt himself growing hard at the memory of those eyes looking up at him. When she’d taken him in her mouth, he had been so shocked he couldn’t breathe. Indescribable pleasure had coursed through him. He knew he would take that memory, that fantasy, with him forever. No matter where in the world he was sent, that one moment would be with him always. Stark had been with many diverse women, some very experienced in many things, like Paige. But never had he encountered someone like Kira. He throbbed suddenly, needing her. Get ahold of yourself, you idiot! Stark came back to reality, took another swig of the whiskey, and passed it back to Kira. He watched her luscious lips fit around the flask longingly.
Stark put the flask away and handed Kira her poles as they approached the end of the lift. “When you get off, head to the right so we can take Adams to the Alpine Springs lift.” Kira exited as told and followed Stark down another blue run, her confidence building as she followed him. The Alpine Springs lift was faster and shorter. Once on the lift, she had a chance to see the mountain and the valley below. As they rose higher and higher, she sat, astounded, by her surroundings.
“This is so gorgeous.” She happily basked in the beauty of the landscape. From the lift she could see out over all of Aspen and Snowmass, the distant mountains surrounding the valley below. “This is truly amazing…” Her voice trailed off. She was at a loss for words to describe the incredible landscape below: the snow-covered Rocky Mountains, the green of the valley far below, the perfect bluebird sky, and the crisp white of the slope below. She turned to Stark, who was staring at her.
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