“Wow, this cabin sure is amazing,” Curtis said, looking around. “I mean, I knew there were luxurious cabins in the resort but I’ve never really been inside one.”
“It sure is something, isn’t it? Spacious and cozy at the same time.” ‘Romantic’ had been another adjective on the tip of Rachel’s tongue but she quickly stopped herself from saying it, afraid she would scare Curtis away and she definitely did not want to do that now that she got a second chance, which she realized she had been looking forward to.
“You can put your jacket over there.” Rachel pointed to a peg on the wall near the door, unable to avert her gaze when Curtis obeyed, slipping his jacket off so that he was only wearing his black turtleneck sweater. She had to look away, however, when he glanced in her direction.
“So, have you had other students to give skiing lessons to?” Rachel asked as she led him to the living room.
“Just two,” Curtis answered. Suddenly, he stopped walking, his head bowed and his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
“What’s wrong?” Rachel asked.
“I’m sorry about what happened to your ankle.”
“What are you talking about? It wasn’t your fault at all. If anything, it was mine because I…I…I forgot what you told me about slowing down.”
He looked up. “I see.”
“Please don’t beat yourself up on my account,” Rachel said. “Would you like a drink?”
“A drink would be fine,” Curtis said.
Rachel turned around to head to the kitchen, but suddenly, Curtis grabbed her arm. “On second thought, let me get the drinks, and you just wait in the living room.”
“Okay.” Rachel nodded, going ahead to the living room, where she sat on one end of the couch. Seconds later, Curtis appeared with a bottle of California Merlot and two wineglasses, which he set down on the table.
“Good choice of wine,” Curtis said as he poured it. “Did the saleslady help you with this, as well?”
Rachel shook her head. “I chose that myself. Being a businessman’s wife, or should I say ex-wife, required somewhat of a knowledge in wines.”
“I see.” Curtis handed her the glass before filling his. “How long were you married?”
“Three years, six months and eighteen days,” Rachel answered. “How about you? Have you ever been married?”
Curtis shook his head.
“Engaged?”
Curtis shook his head again.
“Girlfriend?”
“Not at the moment. I broke up with her a month ago.”
“Oh,” Rachel said, suddenly sorry she asked. Wanting to lift the mood, she raised her glass. “How about a toast to new beginnings?”
“To new beginnings,” Curtis repeated, raising his glass and touching it to hers.
In the minutes that followed, they stayed away from the topic of past relationships, Curtis talking about how he first learned to ski and about his past students and Rachel talking about all the places she had been to. They were deep in their conversation when abruptly, Rachel sneezed from a sudden chill.
“Are you alright?” Curtis asked. “Should I get you another blanket?”
“No, I’m fine,” Rachel answered. “I just need to get closer to the fire, I think.”
She reached for her crutches but before she could get them, she suddenly found herself in Curtis’ strong arms.
“Here, let me help you,” Curtis said, carrying her to the front of the hearth.
It was just a few moments but to Rachel, it seemed to stretch forever as she savored the feel of Curtis’ arms around her. When he set her down in front of the fireplace, she found herself unable to let go, her heart pounding and her own arms clinging around Curtis’ neck. He, too, seemed unable to let her go, his blue eyes piercing into her own dark brown ones.
For a long moment, they just stayed still, their faces inches apart, reminding Rachel of that time when she had nearly fallen and Curtis had caught her. Curtis had turned away that time, though, and just as Rachel feared he would repeat the same, she suddenly felt his lips on hers.
At first, Rachel thought that it was a dream or just her own imagination but then, she felt his tongue moisten her lips and felt his chest press against her breasts and knew that it was real. Without any hesitation, she parted her lips, letting his tongue enter to entwine with hers and when she felt his hands crawl under her sweater to caress her bare skin, she did not resist.
Though his tongue was fiercely demanding, his fingers were gentle, mapping out every inch of her skin that they could reach, yet both set her body on fire with equal intensity. When they pushed up her bra and fondled her breasts, she shivered, first from the cold, and then from the heat emanating from his skilled fingers as they squeezed her breasts and toyed with her nipples, causing them to harden.
Not content to use just his hands, he broke the kiss so he could move his mouth to her breasts, sucking on one and then the other, while his hands slipped under the sweatpants she wore and then her underwear, making her gasp when a finger brushed against her sensitive spot.
Seeing her reaction, he stroked that spot while he continued using his mouth on her breasts, causing her to writhe and moan in pleasure. Then, just when Rachel thought that it was already too much, his hand disappeared, taking off her pants and underwear. When those were discarded, he started pressing kisses against the insides of her thighs, then the back of her knees, which made her laugh since they tickled a bit, then, her ankles. He especially paid attention to the injured ankle, kissing it reverently, which for some reason, caused Rachel to blush.
When that was done, he moved back up, stopping only when he reached the place between her legs that his fingers had been lovingly stroking earlier. At once, Rachel felt something snap inside of her and she clawed at the carpet to prevent herself from reaching her orgasm there and then. As it was, she only managed to hold out a few seconds, the feeling of Curtis’ tongue on hers too exquisite, before she felt her whole body exploding, her hands gripping Curtis’ curly brown locks as she came into his mouth.
After that, she was too out of breath to move so she just stayed still. She realized it was a mistake to stop, though, when she saw the look on Curtis’ face, seemingly tinged with guilt and doubt. Immediately, she sat up, kissing him, while her hands explored the bare skin of his chest that she had always longed to touch before undoing his pants so that she could wrap her fingers around the most sensitive part of him.
He was already hard and yet, his cock seemed to grow in her hand, throbbing as she stroked it. Like him, she was not content to touch, though, so she tore her mouth from his and gestured for him to come closer, straddling her so that she was propped up on her elbows and his cock was right in front of her.
She started by licking the tip of his cock, swathing it with her tongue, delighting in the shiver that went through him when she dug her tongue into the slit. Then, she wrapped her lips around him and hollowed her cheeks, taking him in little by little. He was larger than she was accustomed to and so she was unable to take all of him in but she wrapped her fingers around what she could not fit in her mouth and moved them together with her mouth in a slow yet steady rhythm, making him groan.
Suddenly, he withdrew his cock from her mouth, making her wonder if she had done something wrong. The look in his eyes, though, told her otherwise and so she did not complain, even spreading her legs in invitation. He accepted it, positioning himself between her legs and lifting her left leg up on his shoulder so that he would not risk injuring her ankle, then he slowly pushed himself in.
At first, Rachel felt a sting and so instinctively tightened around Curtis, who grunted. After a few seconds, though, she gave him the sign to continue and he did, pushing in until he was sheathed inside her all the way to the hilt. The feeling of having him inside her was better than Rachel had ever imagined that she could not prevent herself from immediately moving her hips, wanting to feel more of him.
Taking the hint, he started thrust
ing in and out of her, slowly at first and then faster, but still making sure he would not hurt her. Again, she felt the pleasure building up inside her, threatening to erupt, but she held out, wanting to take him with her when she reached the height of pleasure. That did not take long.
Before long, he picked up the speed of his thrusts, then gave a particularly deep thrust as he spilled himself into her with a loud groan. At the same time, she felt herself being swept away, trembling and tightening around him, milking him dry as she cried out his name.
It was a few seconds before he pulled out and a longer while after that before the shivers subsided and she was able to catch her breath. When she did, she turned to him, a smile on her face.
“I did not hurt you, did I?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Rachel shook her head. “In fact, I’ve never felt better in all my life. And you? How do you feel?”
“Great,” he admitted. “You’re quite something, you know.”
“Really?”
“Look, when your ankle is healed, why don’t I give you skiing lessons again?”
“For free?”
“Hmm.” Curtis scratched his chin. “Maybe I’ll give you a discount.”
Rachel chuckled as she wrapped her hands around his neck again, drawing him close. “I would love to go skiing with you.”
As she kissed him again, she felt that it was not such a bad thing to have been injured, after all, especially since she knew that a part of her had just begun to heal. In fact, Rachel was starting to think that it was the best thing that had happened to her, though there was a faint voice in her head telling her that things were just about to get better.
Up in the Night
by Alora Matisse
Themes: rough sex
I sighed happily as I closed the door to my new flat and tossed the keys on the sleek dining room table. It was a beautiful place in the heart of the city, all exposed brick and new stainless steel, floor to ceiling windows with sweeping views of downtown. It was the perfect mix of historic and modern. After years of living with roommates, it was amazing to finally be in my own place.
It was a little lonelier than I’d expected- Jon had come to see the flat with me the first time, and we had talked about where would would hang his photographs. Not two weeks later he had pulled out and vanished- last I heard he was on his way to Central America to ‘find himself’, or whatever that meant. According to my friends it meant have sex with bimbos and buy drugs. I chuckled at the idea of my flighty, artistic ex-boyfriend trying to flirt. It was hard for me to imagine him taking charge at all. I had always been the one in charge.
Shaking my head, I peeled out of my tank top and tossed it on top of a pile of boxes as I made my way to the bathroom. I had spent all day moving in furniture and boxes. The unpacking could wait, I needed a shower. The sports bra came next, freeing my full breasts. Posing in the floor length mirror on the bathroom door, I wiggled seductively out of my sweat pants and panties, giggling at myself. I examined my tanned skin in the mirror, frowning at some of the faint lines showing. Too bad the rooftop patio wasn’t private otherwise I’d be out there sunbathing topless. A mischievous smile quirked my lips. Well, technically there was no reason I couldn’t, if no one was around.
Closing the glass door behind me, I turned on the hot water and sighed happily as it rinsed the sweat and grime from my skin. The bathroom and bedroom were the only rooms I had made sure to unpack and arrange, knowing I would be happy I had. The rest of the flat could wait until tomorrow. It felt like I spent hours under the water, just enjoying the spray before I finally turned off the water and stepped out. I wrapped a fluffy towel around my body and twisted my hair up in another to help it dry. Wandering through the maze of boxes toward the kitchen, I decided that a glass of wine and Chinese take-out was the perfect way to spend my first night in my new place. I dialed up my favorite place, then opened the bottle of wine my best friend had given me as a little housewarming gift.
Forty minutes later I was dressed in a camisole and shorts, the air in the apartment just cool enough to make my nipples evident beneath the thin fabric. I flashed a smile at the young man delivering my food, delighting in the attention. It was nice to know that I was still desirable, even though Jon had left me. It did a little bit to soothe the ache I still felt when I thought about him. The TV wasn’t hooked up yet, so I went out and sat on the cold cement of the tiny balcony just off my bedroom. It was peaceful so high up, watching the cars pass beneath and somehow removed from the busy chaos of the city.
After a while I realized that I had stopped eating and all the food had gotten cold. With a yawn I took it back into the kitchen and shoved it in the fridge. Grateful that I had made my bed earlier in the afternoon, I flopped into the cool cotton sheets and snuggled into the pillows, more than ready for a good night’s rest. The moment I closed my eyes though, things seemed to go horribly wrong. There was a thud somewhere beneath me and I opened my eyes, wondering if it was just a fluke.
Then there was a bang and a clatter like something falling over. I rolled onto my back, and as the noise began to increase in frequency I wondered if I should go down and check if it was a fight. Above the noise of banging a loud moan suddenly echoed up the walls. Flushing with embarrassment, I scowled and rolled back onto my side, folding my pillow around my head and trying to block out the noise. It would not be muffled though.
“What the hell are they doing, breaking the walls down?” I muttered crossly. The question had been rhetorical, but once I said it out loud my mind began to wander. What were they doing to make so much noise? From the moans, it must have felt incredible. I closed my eyes, letting my hand loose from the pillow. The moans were getting louder, almost screams and running so close together they were almost one noise. My hand skimmed down my body, sliding beneath the elastic waist band of my shorts and brushing lightly over my shaved mound.
I shivered, listening to the thump of a body slamming against the wall- the way it echoed, he had to be shoving her up against the wall. I could almost feel my own back pressed up against rough brick, a hot, powerful body against my front. My fingers slipped lower, finding my folds already slick with desire. The few weeks since my break up with Jon felt like an eternity sexually. I hadn’t really wanted to just pick up a guy for a one night stand, so once he left I’d turned celibate except for my own hands.
I let out a soft moan of my own as I rubbed my fingers slowly around the hard nub of my clitoris, my other hand slipping up to tweak on of my nipples through the cloth of my camisole. I imagined the man’s mouth on my breasts as he fucked me against the wall, all need and desire. Lifting me with strong hands until my legs wrapped around his waist, held up completely by him, impaled on his thick, throbbing shaft. I rolled onto my back, shoving my shorts down my legs impatiently and kicking them off so I could touch myself more easily, moaning softly at my fantasy combined with the erotic soundtrack from below.
The cool air and my own warm fingers made a startling contrast and I ran my fingertips over my nether lips and clitoris. Then I slowly plunged two fingers into myself, back arching at the shallow penetration. Curling my fingertips slightly as I pulled them out, I felt them drag over the slightly rough spot on my inner wall and the sensation made me thrash, pumping my fingers in and out of myself greedily until my body clenched and spasmed, leaving me shuddering and unable to control my hand- or any other part of my body for that matter. The voice below rose into a yell of passion, this time combined with a more masculine voice that was somewhere between a roar and a groan.
Then it was quiet. I slept.
I spent the next morning unpacking. By afternoon I was getting restless and decided that a well-deserved break was in order. I showered quickly and dragged on jeans and a tank top, throwing my purse over my shoulder before I trotted out. I headed for the stairs instead of the elevator, humming softly to myself as I walked down. Distracted, I didn’t notice someone else on the stairs until I ran into them
on the landing in front of their door.
“Oof! Sorry.” I shuffled back and looked up at the man I had run into- tall, broad shouldered, with dark, curling hair and a play boy smile. I pegged him as a womanizer immediately, and it only took me a moment to realize that the apartment he was in front of was the same one I’d heard noises from the night before. A soft blush colored my cheeks at the memory.
“It’s alright. Are you the one who just moved in to the flat upstairs?” He asked. I nodded.
“Yup, that’s me. Victoria.”
“I’m Alex, it’s a pleasure.” He shook my hand warmly, perhaps lingering a moment longer than it should have. His smile was boyish and charming. “How are you liking things so far?”
“Well enough, though the nights are noisier than I expected.” I arched an eyebrow as I pulled my hand back. His grin just grew, unabashed.
“Things can get pretty loud around here. It’s all just a good time though.” He gave a slight shrug.
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