I jump as his knee jerks up between my legs, opening them wide. I groan again, feeling his hard length as it brushes against the cheeks of my ass. In an instant he is pounding inside my wet folds, thrusting deeper into me. His rough nails dig their way into my shoulders blades as my body rocks back and forth against the tiles.
“Snow…” I cry out as he sucks at my neck.
“Darcy, I’m coming… No, not here.”
His thrusts slow and he pulls out, leaving me gagging for more. Grabbing me between his arms, he walks from the shower, leaving the water to run, our glistening bodies dripping on the floor as we make our way back into the bedroom. He growls, throwing me onto the bed. I giggle as I bounce up and down on the mattress, and roll around in the soft cotton covers.
“That’s the swan fucked!” He laughs as I kick the towelling bird onto the floor.
With a cock-sure grin he stands at the base of the bed with his muscular thighs slightly apart. He gazes down. I chew on my lip; from where I lie, his cock looks immense.
“Make love to me, Snow,” I whisper as I sit up, lean forward and tease his glistening end with my tongue.
I feel his shudders.
“Fucking hell, Darc! Don’t, or I’ll come.”
With a playful grin he pushes my shoulders and I fall back into the soft pillows behind. Straddling me, his forearm slips under my back and he arches me up off the bed. I writhe beneath him as he coaxes his length inside, relaxing in the moment. As our hips move in sync, I turn my head, allowing his warm breaths to wash across my face. Feverously hot, I enjoy his invading hardness. My swollen sex takes his fingers, which he presses and rubs until I can take no more. Pleasurable groans explode from my lips as my body quakes and spasms in orgasm. My breaths subside, while his grow louder. I feel his whole body stiffen as he pulsates and spurts; I lie fulfilled, with a fountain of warm liquid inside me.
I gaze up at him and he smothers my mouth with hot kisses, our breaths mingling. He pulls himself from me, and lying in one another’s arms we close our eyes.
T he moment I open my eyes there is a wide grin sitting on my face; last night was amazing and it wasn’t a dream. I turn to snuggle closer to him, but the covers have been thrown back on his side. I stretch, then toss my legs over the bedside and sit up. I can hear running water from the bathroom, and the door stands ajar.
“Fancy some company?” I call.
Round two , I surmise, trembling at the thought. I stare towards the door, excepting his face to peek round at any moment. I’m not a little girl any more, I’m a woman. Tingling inside, I await his presence. I roll my eyes as the door closes without even a good morning or hello. I can’t help but think his name is so apt, since he changes like the weather.
Hearing a knock at the door, I grab a white towelling robe from a hanger in the wardrobe.
I unlatch the door.
“Room service, madam,” a deep voice calls out.
I look up at a middle-aged man dressed in navy trousers and a white shirt, who passes me a silver tray. I smile, taking it out of his hands, thank him and ask him to wait. Hurrying back into the room, I place the breakfast down on an oval table near the window. I grab a couple of pounds from my purse, which is buried at the bottom of my grey duffel bag.
“Here, thank you,” I say, placing the money in his upturned palm.
He peers down and it’s as though his eyebrows meet; then, without so much as a thank you, he turns and walks towards the lift.
“How rude,” I mutter under my breath, walking back into our suite.
“What?”
I glance up. How handsome he looks. Snow is already dressed in a shirt and grey flannel trousers. He is sitting at the table, with one leg crossed over the other, cutting into a croissant.
Sitting opposite him, I fidget with a serviette in my lap.
“He didn’t even say thank you for the tip,” I gabble.
“How much did you give him? Did you get
“Snow…” I cry out as he sucks at my neck.
“Darcy, I’m coming… No, not here.”
His thrusts slow and he pulls out, leaving me gagging for more. Grabbing me between his arms, he walks from the shower, leaving the water to run, our glistening bodies dripping on the floor as we make our way back into the bedroom. He growls, throwing me onto the bed. I giggle as I bounce up and down on the mattress, and roll around in the soft cotton covers.
“That’s the swan fucked!” He laughs as I kick the towelling bird onto the floor.
With a cock-sure grin he stands at the base of the bed with his muscular thighs slightly apart. He gazes down. I chew on my lip; from where I lie, his cock looks immense.
“Make love to me, Snow,” I whisper as I sit up, lean forward and tease his glistening end with my tongue.
I feel his shudders.
“Fucking hell, Darc! Don’t, or I’ll come.”
With a playful grin he pushes my shoulders and I fall back into the soft pillows behind. Straddling me, his forearm slips under my back and he arches me up off the bed. I writhe beneath him as he coaxes his length inside, relaxing in the moment. As our hips move in sync, I turn my head, allowing his warm breaths to wash across my face. Feverously hot, I enjoy his invading hardness. My swollen sex takes his fingers, which he presses and rubs until I can take no more. Pleasurable groans explode from my lips as my body quakes and spasms in orgasm. My breaths subside, while his grow louder. I feel his whole body stiffen as he pulsates and spurts; I lie fulfilled, with a fountain of warm liquid inside me.
I gaze up at him and he smothers my mouth with hot kisses, our breaths mingling. He pulls himself from me, and lying in one another’s arms we close our eyes.
T he moment I open my eyes there is a wide grin sitting on my face; last night was amazing and it wasn’t a dream. I turn to snuggle closer to him, but the covers have been thrown back on his side. I stretch, then toss my legs over the bedside and sit up. I can hear running water from the bathroom, and the door stands ajar.
“Fancy some company?” I call.
Round two , I surmise, trembling at the thought. I stare towards the door, excepting his face to peek round at any moment. I’m not a little girl any more, I’m a woman. Tingling inside, I await his presence. I roll my eyes as the door closes without even a good morning or hello. I can’t help but think his name is so apt, since he changes like the weather.
Hearing a knock at the door, I grab a white towelling robe from a hanger in the wardrobe.
I unlatch the door.
“Room service, madam,” a deep voice calls out.
I look up at a middle-aged man dressed in navy trousers and a white shirt, who passes me a silver tray. I smile, taking it out of his hands, thank him and ask him to wait. Hurrying back into the room, I place the breakfast down on an oval table near the window. I grab a couple of pounds from my purse, which is buried at the bottom of my grey duffel bag.
“Here, thank you,” I say, placing the money in his upturned palm.
He peers down and it’s as though his eyebrows meet; then, without so much as a thank you, he turns and walks towards the lift.
“How rude,” I mutter under my breath, walking back into our suite.
“What?”
I glance up. How handsome he looks. Snow is already dressed in a shirt and grey flannel trousers. He is sitting at the table, with one leg crossed over the other, cutting into a croissant.
Sitting opposite him, I fidget with a serviette in my lap.
“He didn’t even say thank you for the tip,” I gabble.
“How much did you give him? Did you get
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