“This is heavenly,” I groan. “Just heavenly.”
“Look at that.”
I open my eyes and look over at Sawyer. He’s pointing up at something. I raise my eyes to the sky and see the first fat snowflakes drifting lazily to the ground. As we sit there in that boiling cauldron, more flakes fall. It’s not long before they’re coming down more heavily, the ground soon covered in a thin dusting of white. It’s so quiet and still. It’s pure magic. I could get used to the sort of peaceful feeling that envelopes me here.
“It’s beautiful,” I murmur. “This might be the first time ever that I’ve enjoyed the first snow of the year.”
Sawyer turns to me, a warm, genuine smile on his face. “It’s beautiful. But it’s still nowhere near as beautiful as you.”
“You’re so smooth.”
He gives me a leonine grin. “Yes. Yes I am.”
I smile and lean into him, pressing my mouth to his. Our kiss begins soft and tender but soon becomes hotter than the water we’re soaking in.
Chapter Thirty-Two Sawyer
The snow falls all around us, blanketing the world around us in a cloak of white. It gets a bit heavier and thicker with every passing minute, but I don’t get the sense this is going to be a bad storm. It’s likely just a light dusting and nothing more. I’ve always loved coming here simply because I enjoy the natural beauty of the place, but right now, it’s Berlin’s beauty that’s completely captivating me.
We share a soft, sweet kiss. One that rapidly turns heated. I run my hands down her back, relishing the feel of her body, warm and wet, beneath my fingertips. I push her against the wall of the spa, pressing my body to hers and kiss her even harder as my desire for her grows.
She reaches underwater and grips my cock, running her hand up and down my thick shaft with a sultry gleam in her eyes. I lean my head back and moan, losing myself in the feeling of her hand on my dick as she jerks me off under the warmth of the water. I turn my face up into the falling snow, enjoying the tiny dots of cold that melt against my warm skin.
I plant a line of kisses down her neck, drawing a soft moan from her when I graze my teeth against her shoulder. I slide my hands up her body and take her breasts in my hands, teasing her stiff nipples with my thumbs. Berlin grins at me and rubs her fingers against my back, sending tendrils of lightning through me.
I slide my hand down between Berlin’s thighs and tease her clit with my fingertips. She kisses my chest, swirling the tip of her tongue around my nipples, then gives me a firm bite. It’s surprising, but I don’t mind. The sharp pinch of pain morphs into pleasure, and my cock grows impossibly hard.
I wrap my other arm around her, pulling her even closer to me and slip my fingers into her warm pussy. She shudders against me, her eyes rolling back in her head as I tease them in and out.
“F – fuck, Sawyer,” she moans. “God yes.”
As I work her pussy with my fingers, I grab her by the hair and yank her head back. Leaning down, I kiss her neck, gently nipping at the skin as I continue my rhythm slowly and steadily. She grinds herself against me, taking my fingers even deeper, and kisses my neck. Then, as if impatient, she grabs my wrist and starts to thrust my fingers into her faster.
“You’re holding back,” she gasps.
“Holding back?”
She nods. “Don’t be gentle.”
I give her a wolfish grin. “Music to my ears.”
Gripping her by the hair, I push her over to the shallower end of the spa, turn her around and bend her over. She gasps when the cold air outside hits her skin, and then squeals when I slap her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. I slip down into the water behind her and slap her ass again, the crack echoing through the still night air.
Leaning forward, I plunge my tongue into her wet, sweet pussy. I lap at her wetness, relishing her taste. I slide my hand between her thighs, working her clit with my fingers as I continue to lap at her pussy from behind. Berlin pushes herself back against me, grinding her pussy against my face.
Soon enough, Berlin is moaning and thrashing wildly. Her breathing is ragged, and her voice is thick with desire. When I flick my tongue against her swollen bud, she throws her head back with a cry so loud; it practically shakes the snow off the trees around us. She starts gasping and moaning wildly, and I pick up the pace, teasing and taunting her. She struggles against me, trying to push her pussy against my tongue, begging me for more.
I oblige. I grasp both hips and pull her against me, suddenly picking up the pace. Berlin’s moans echo into the night as she comes. Hard. She shudders like she’s out of control as she looks over her shoulder at me, pure ecstasy etched deeply on her face.
She sinks down into the water and crooks her finger at me, beckoning me to her. I don’t need to be asked twice. I wade through the water and grab hold of her, my mouth finding hers. Berlin’s lips part, and my tongue swirls with hers, and she grips my cock again, stroking it hard. I press her against the wall, and she wraps her legs around my waist, squeezing me tight.
The head of my cock parts her soft, swollen lips, and I roll my hips, plunging deep into her. Berlin’s eyes grow wide, and she gasps and grins. Every single damn time, she seems surprised
