by Mia Ford
As my hips began to move faster, he could sense that I was beginning to build toward release. He pushed his lips against my wetness and moved it like he was just kissing my mouth. I grabbed on to his arms as I moved my hips, wanting to feel him taste me, wanting to hear my juices mixing with his. Just the thought of it mixed with his hot breath and warm wet tongue pushed me over the edge and I came, moaning loudly and arching my back with pleasure. He groaned as he lapped the juices that spilled out of me, fingering me faster and faster as the waves of ecstasy ran through my body. That had to be the quickest he ever made me orgasm and it just made me want more. I could feel a smile wash across his face as he moved up my body and laid down to the side of me.
I turned my head toward him, our eyes meeting in full pleasure and lust. I pulled on him to climb on top of me but he shook his head, pushing my thighs apart and pushing his fingers between my legs. He stared deep into my eyes as he rubbed my pussy with his hands, skimming over my clit just enough to catch the sensitivity from the last orgasm. Our locked eyes made the moment extremely tense and I bit my lip as he massaged my mound, leaning his head down to suck on my breast as he moved. Each time he brought his head back up he latched onto me with his gorgeous blue eyes. His stare was intense and after a few moments, I could feel the pleasure beginning to rise again. My pussy was sopping wet and I spread my knees to the side as he leaned forward and began rubbing harder. It was obvious he was determined to give me multiple orgasms before even putting his cock anywhere near me.
“I want to watch you come,” he whispered.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes, arching my back as he leaned in heavily, slipping two fingers inside of me and moving them up and down with the rhythm of my hips. I breathed heavily as the orgasm began to heat up in my belly, pushing the covers to the side and letting my body open up to him. As the pleasure started to move through me I moaned loudly, opening my eyes and staring deep into his. He bit his lip and fingered me deeper, watching as I grabbed my tits and massaged them.
“Yes.” I moaned. “Oh God, don’t stop.”
“Mmm.” He groaned, watching me get closer and closer to my climax.
He wrapped one leg around mine as I writhed and wriggled underneath him, the building pleasure reaching its peak. I could feel every stroke of his fingers inside me as I leaned my head back and opened my mouth, gasping as the orgasm took hold. My hips moved in waves as he pushed his fingers deep and hard inside of me. I screamed out as the pleasure of his hands paralyzed me, pushing juices from my body and taking my breath right out of my chest. As I released my breath, I could feel my body shaking and I grabbed on to Dex’s face, kissing him deeply and passionately.
“Make love to me,” I whispered, looking in his eyes.
“With pleasure,” he said, rolling over on top of me and pushing slowly into my wetness.
I gasped as his huge cock filled me up and I released my legs, opening my hips so I could feel every inch of him. He pulled his hands up to my face and leaned in kissing me deeply as he ground over my body with his. The wind from the open window picked up and I could feel the cool air hit my moist skin, causing me to shiver. Dex reached down and pulled the sheets over our bodies and continued to move in and out of me, never breaking eye contact except to lean in and kiss my lips again and again. As he pulled his mouth from mine he sat up on his knees and fell back on his butt, reaching his hand forward and pulling me to a sitting position.
Dex reached his arms forward and grabbed my waist, pulling me in toward him until I was facing him with my legs wrapped around his waist. He reached down and pulled his cock up, sliding it deep into me and grabbing my ass. I moved my hips in a circular motion as he pulled me in and out, feeling his cock go deep inside and swirl around. The feeling was new and incredible and I instantly knew there was another round of pleasure coming for me. He growled as he pulled me in hard and pushed me back out, the heat rising as his pleasure increased. I could see his eyes grow dark as he stared at me, grasping my ass and pushing his cock deep inside. I put my arms down on his legs for leverage and swayed my hips around, feeling him fill me completely.
As our passion turned to lust, Dex pushed hard, pulling me toward him and groaning loudly as he exploded into orgasm. I could feel his cock pulsating inside of me as he closed his eyes and pressed his mouth against mine, stifling his moan. I grasped onto his legs, feeling his whole body tense as he expelled his thick seed inside of me. I kissed his face as his muscles began to relax and he opened his eyes, staring deeply into mine. Dex leaned forward and kissed me passionately, releasing his grip on my ass and grabbing my face with his strong hand. What had happened had deeply affected me to the point where I couldn’t shake that terrified feeling from the pit of my stomach. However, what affected me, even more, was how rocked Dex was emotionally. I could feel his love for me in every single touch. I had never felt more secure in our bond or more cherished than I did in that moment.
He leaned forward and laid me down on my back, pulling out of me and scooting up next to my body. I laid there staring up at the ceiling just enjoying being close to him. I could feel his fingertips trailing over my stomach and hips as he watched my face, thinking about something. I turned my head toward him and closed my eyes as he brushed the hair from my face and continued to stroke me. His hands were exactly what I needed and I couldn’t, even for a second, imagine what it was like not having him that close to me. He had been so fully affected by the events earlier that he was trying to show me exactly how much he loved me. We laid next to each other in silence, feeling our bond grow even more than it already was. The breeze from the open window cooled our bodies from the passionate love we just made. I yawned quietly and turned toward him, watching as his blue eyes glimmered while the back drop of the ocean floor danced across the walls.
“You know what I think we need?”
“What’s that?” I brushed his curls behind his ears and looked longingly into his eyes.
“A little sister for Seth,” he said, smiling.
I tilted my head back and laughed, knowing that he was serious about making our family as big as we could possibly handle. Love filled my chest at the thought of carrying a child with Dex by my side. It was hard going through it all alone with Seth and I knew that I wanted to share in that experience with Dex. He had turned into such an amazing partner and father, that there was nothing but agreeance in my tone. I was so happy that I almost wanted to pinch myself to make sure that it was real. Six years ago I stared up at this man thinking I would never see him again, and though life has been tumultuous, to say the least, it had turned out absolutely amazing. How could I not want to make another baby with this man? He was devoted, caring, loving, and the man I had been waiting for my entire life. There wasn’t even a spark of a doubt in my mind when it came to whether I thought Dex would be there for us. He was here, and we were a family, and that wasn’t going anywhere.
Before I could open my mouth to answer we turned toward the closed door, hearing Seth giggling out in the living room. I looked over at Dex and lifted my eyebrows, loving the look of adoration on his face. He pulled me up and out of the bed, reaching into my drawer to grab me a nightgown. We both dressed, trying not to laugh back at the adorable giggle coming from the other room. I cracked the door and peeked out, seeing Seth sitting with his back to us on the glass floors. We slowly opened the door and tiptoed out, wanting to see what was so magical for this little boy that it would fill him with laughter. As we stepped forward we noticed the crayons spread out around him and watched as he attempted to trace the swimming fish on the glass floors. I covered my mouth, stifling an awe and looked up at Dex who was doing the same thing. How adorable was that? Seth was trying to capture the swimming fish, and instead of getting frustrated at their movements, it made him giggle with happiness.
I reached down and grabbed two crayons off the floor and handed one to Dex. He looked down at the piece of colored wax in his hand and smiled big, understanding what I was suggesti
ng. We both moved around Seth and looked down at him as he froze, unsure of whether to run or just accept his punishment. I sat down on the floor and looked at his beautiful artwork. Seth watched as Dex sat down next to him and shook his head in approval.
“That’s a really beautiful picture,” Dex said, looking at the floor. “But I think it needs some of this.”
Seth watched with wide eyes as Dex began to draw on the floor as well. He was more than shocked that we decided to join in instead of scolding him for being creative. I watched Dex and Seth laugh as they chased the fish around the floor with their crayons. I had finally found exactly where I was supposed to be. Our family couldn’t have been any more perfect.
The Perfect Holiday
Blurb
She’s here for her Christmas holiday
But she might find more than just snow!
A baby is not even a part of the deal,
If only plans worked all the time!
Training the rich to ski and landing hot ski bunnies at every turn is my passion
This season again I am all ready for my next set of girls at Aspen
But one look at Bea and I realise, I’m in trouble…
Her beautiful looks, and those perfect curves steal my heart;
And one hot night of passion,
Leads to more than what I bargained for.
I am not sure I’m even ready for…this baby.
Chapter 1
A Few Weeks Before Christmas
Cameron
Traveling as a ski instructor all across the country, from peak season to peak season, was pretty much my dream job, and the most exciting life I could have picked for myself. I had loved to ski since I was a child, competing in Colorado competitions and really throwing myself into it. When it came to choosing a career, ski instruction was already in my blood, having started doing it when I was a teenager. I fell into freelance travel instruction on a whim, with my best friend Glen, and haven’t looked back ever since. This time of the year was my favorite, though, because we were instructing at St. Regis, one of the premier and oldest ski resorts in all of Aspen. This place had it all, from the ski bunnies to the top-notch services.
“Try not to be your normal self this time,” Glen whispered as we walked toward the Resort Manager, Pierre Bellsworth. “Remember where we are.”
Bellsworth was a tall man with perfect hair, perfectly groomed eyebrows, a perfectly pressed, extremely expensive suit, and a nervous twitch that I always found it hard to not chuckle at. We were only going to be at this location for a month, but they were desperate to have us here, the resort being three times as booked this Christmas than others. That was good for us since it meant we would receive extra-large bonuses before we left.
“Mr. Bellsworth,” I said, reaching out my hand for him to shake. “It’s so good to see you. I can tell this last year has treated you well.”
“Mr. Phase and Mr. Young,” he said, shaking my hand and nodding at Glen. “We’ve missed you here at the resort. Let’s just say my instructors never quite match up to your expertise.”
“Thank you, sir,” I replied. “We do our best to make sure that all your clients are well taken care of and have an absolutely amazing time on the slopes.”
“And that is why I always book you well ahead of time.” He smiled nervously. “They are setting up your lodgings, and the front desk will have your keys in just a few minutes. Please feel free to grab a drink at our Shadow Mountain Lodge.”
“Thank you, sir,” I replied, nodding my head and turning to walk away.
I walked swiftly across the floor, trying to get out of the way of the massive influx of guests entering and exiting the lodge. I looked around at the ornate décor and marble floors that created a warm, but grand appeal to anyone entering the resort. What I loved most about this place was the concierge service that took care of everything, including delivering the guests right to us at the top of the slope. There were no worries for us at this resort.
Glen and I walked into the lounge and took our seats at the bar, ordering two beers and relaxing into the chairs.
“You handled that well,” he said, nodding.
“I’m growing a bit, I suppose,” I replied with a chuckle. “Besides, I have to know how to handle all aspects of this, so when you finally find that girl you’ve been looking for and decide to bolt on me, I can continue on.”
“Pfft. Although that sounds nice, I don’t even know where to start.” He laughed.
“Look around you,” I replied. “This place is packed full of hot little ski bunnies, ready to let go on their vacation away from reality. Take your pick, bro.”
I met Glen at a ski instruction conference when I was just twenty years old. That meant we had been putting up with each other for eight long years, something that was a feat for me, since I tended to be a bit of a loner. He was smart, attractive, with a square jaw line and that toothpaste commercial smile, but his heart was soft like cotton. He had gotten on a kick about finding true love, and I was just trying to ignore it.
“Yeah, they’re all absolutely gorgeous,” he said, showing signs of thinking too much. “But don’t you think that we’re getting too old to be sleeping around? I mean, I’m really starting to think that it might just be time to start thinking about settling down. I just want—”
“Glen,” I said, interrupting and smiling over at a hot girl in the corner, who was flirtatiously twirling a cherry from her drink around in her ruby red lips. “If you acted as much as you thought, you’d have women begging you for your attention. I can promise you, now is not the time to settle down. It’s just the beginning of the Aspen snow season, man, and I’m looking at my future right now. At least, my very near future in my suite. What do you think? You think I can bag that in under an hour?”
“You’re seriously hopeless.” He chuckled, looking over his shoulder at the girl in the corner.
“Hopeless, but man, I have a good time.” I laughed, slapping him on the back and starting to walk over to the girl.
She was sexy, with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and big pouty lips that she had put my favorite color of crimson lipstick across. Freckles speckled her cheeks and nose, and she was wearing stretch pants and a very low-cut sweater. Her snow boots came up to her calves, and white fur fluffed out at the top of them. She was the definition of snow bunny, and I could feel the vacation vibes emanating from her as she sipped her drink and smirked at me.
“Hey.” I smiled. “Would you mind if I sat?”
“Not at all,” she said in a soft, sexy tone.
“I’m Cameron,” I said, reaching out my hand.
“Myra,” she replied. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“That accent,” I said, holding onto her hand. “Very southern.”
“I’m on vacation.” She giggled. “I’m from Alabama. Huntsville to be exact.”
“Well, I love a girl with some southern charm,” I flirted. “And how are you enjoying your time here, Miss Huntsville, Alabama? A bit colder than Alabama, I’m assuming.”
“I thought I was going to freeze.” She laughed. “I find it much more enjoyable to be inside with a hot bath and a fireplace.”
“Even though I’m a ski instructor and tend to find my enjoyment in the snow,” I said. “Being in a hot bath next to a fireplace with you sounds much more appealing.”
We sat there talking for a while, and the martinis were definitely flowing for this sexy girl. Glen tapped his watch every time I looked over at him. At exactly fifty-eight minutes before my hour was up, I figured I had lost my bet, but I’d already invested too much time to not see it through. To my surprise, just as that thought crossed my mind, Myra leaned across the table and perched her lips next to my ear, grasping onto my thigh.
“Why don’t you come up to my room and let me take care of you?” she whispered, grasping onto my cock.
“I like the sound of that.” I smiled, glancing over at Glen.
I stood up, adjusting myself
, and handed the bartender my card, telling him to leave it with the guy at the bar and he would sign for the drinks. I reached down, took the girl’s hand, and pulled her toward the elevator. She stumbled a little and giggled before climbing in the elevator and biting her lip. She watched me walk in, shaking my head and laughing. As soon as the doors closed, she was on me, her lips crushed against mine, her hand rubbing heavily against my hardening package.
We stumbled out of the elevator and to her room, where she tossed open the door and walked inside. I closed the door and locked it behind me. She tossed her bag on the floor and pulled her sweater over her head, laughing. She beckoned me toward her with a curl of her finger. I smiled and did as she asked, closing the distance between us. She kissed my lips a few more times and unhooked her bra, letting her big, fake tits bounce out. Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees, looking up at me as she unbuckled my pants and let them fall to the floor. She pulled my boxers down to my knees and tightly grasped my hard cock.
I groaned and threw my head back as her big lips slid over the tip. The feeling of her warm tongue swirling around the head shook me to the core. She slid her mouth down and around the shaft, pushing her head all the way to the base before pulling her head back. The suction in the back of her throat threw me completely off balance. I groaned loudly, looking over in the full-length mirror, and I watched her titties bounce and jiggle and my cock slide in and out of her mouth. My hands went down to her hair, and I pulled it back into a ponytail, holding tightly as she slobbered hard on my dick.
