“Fuck me, baby,” she gasps. “Fuck me now.”
I thrust my hips, pumping my cock into her warm wetness. She grabs hold of my upper arms, her nails digging into my skin as I fuck her. I slam myself into her, the water from the spa sloshing out onto the deck, which sends clouds of steam billowing up to the heavens.
Berlin’s breath is growing ragged. I feel her body tensing up around me, but the expression on her face is one of absolute bliss. I feel her squeeze her inner muscles around my cock, which sends white-hot bolts of ecstasy shooting through me.
“You feel fucking amazing,” I whisper in her ear. “I love being inside of you.”
She whimpers, and her body quivers as I plunge my staff into her. She rakes her nails across my back, and I draw in a sharp breath. My body crackles with a carnal energy that lights up every cell in my body. I can’t get enough of this woman.
Taking a step back, I sit down on the bench and spin her around before pulling her onto my lap. Berlin presses her back against my chest, then reaches down and grips my cock again. She rubs the head of my dick against her swollen bud and presses herself against me harder, nestling the head of my length between her soft lips.
I kiss her neck as she starts to slowly slide down, impaling herself on me. I cup her breasts, rolling her stiff nipples between my thumb and forefinger, then give it a firm pinch, drawing a sultry groan from her lips. Berlin presses herself back against me, writhing on my lap as she thrusts herself up and down on me. Reaching down with one hand, I rub her clit, making her cry out.
Feeling my cock sliding in and out of her wetness sends shockwaves of tingles through me. She’s so incredibly tight and slick that I’m having trouble holding off the inevitable explosion that’s coming.
Berlin’s moans are getting louder, her breath growing more labored. She continues thrusting herself up and down on me. Harder and faster. I feel the pressure building up within me and know we’re both plunging headlong toward the precipice of bliss.
She turns her head and runs the tip of her tongue along my lips, leaving trails of fire in its wake. My body thrumming with an intense sensual energy, I stand up and turn around, bending Berlin over the edge of the spa again. With one hand, I hold her down against the deck, and with my other, I grab her hair, yanking her head back.
“Hurry,” she pants. “I’m so close, and I need your cock.”
I step forward and drive my pulsing cock back into her. Berlin cries out in elation. I rear back, nearly slipping out of her, and drive into her again. Our bodies crash together with a sharp noise as water sprays out onto the deck. I press my fingers into her hips as Berlin pushes herself back against me, taking my staff deeper into her.
I feel Berlin’s pussy growing tighter, squeezing my shaft harder, and one final thrust pushes me over the edge. I throw my head back and let out a moan I’m sure they heard back in Manhattan as my cock pulses and then erupts inside of her. As I shoot ropes of my thick come deep into her pussy, Berlin lets out a scream that matches my own in volume. She quivers and writhes beneath me as I fill her up.
Berlin turns around and wraps her arms around the back of my neck, pressing her mouth to mine. Her eyelids are heavy, and she giggles with a loopy exultation.
“God, I needed that,” she smiles.
“That makes two of us.”
I sit down on the bench and pull her onto my lap again. We lean back and let the swirling water warm and soothe us as we bask in the golden afterglow that envelops us. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold onto her tight. This feeling of warmth, of closeness between us, is intoxicating to me.
I feel for Berlin in ways I’ve never felt for anybody before. She’s constantly in my thoughts – no matter what I do, I can’t get her out of my head. I’m always looking for ways to make her happy. It seems like lately, her happiness is the only thing that matters to me.
She looks at me with nothing but love in her eyes, and it makes my heart swell. The snow continues to silently fall around us, and the steam from the surface of the spa rises. It’s breathtaking and only adds to the beauty of the night.
As Berlin curls herself into my lap, I stroke her hair and think that things can’t get any more perfect than they are right now.
Chapter Thirty-Three Berlin
“I love it up here,” I say. “I think I want to move here.”
“I’ve thought about it,” Sawyer muses.
His statement surprises me. “Really?”
He chuckles. “Why does that surprise you?”
“You’re a city boy,” I note with a shrug. “I don’t think you’d be happy living anywhere else.”
He nods. “Yeah, but I could get used to it up here, I think.”
We walk hand in hand down the sidewalk, peering in the shops we pass. Allen Street is the main drag that cuts through the center of this small slice of paradise. It looks like something straight out of somebody’s idea of small-town life. Mom and Pop shops line both sides of Allen Street – the only exception to the apparent ban on corporate America being the Starbucks on the corner of the one cross street. Because, of course – Starbucks manages to weasel in everywhere.
The snow from last night didn’t stick, and although it’s still cold – the temperature on the electronic bank sign reads thirty-nine degrees – it’s not unpleasant. But even
