himself into her as she was coming. His cock was hard again—and this time it was on a mission to send her whirling mindlessly into the universe. He picked up the pace, and she met each thrust, wrapping her legs around his waist as he plunged deep inside her. He sat back on his heels, pulling her upright and then sliding her body down onto his rigid shaft. She came yet again, burying her head into his neck, feeling his arms hold her tight against him as she exploded.
Time slowed and then stopped altogether. Neither of them moved. She became aware first of his heartbeat, the pulse pounding in his neck where her head was buried. She took a deep breath, then shifted her body experimentally. His cock, buried deep inside her, responded instantly. Locking her heels together around his waist, Claire leaned back and met Kyle’s eyes in the mask. Smiling wickedly, she began rocking herself back and forth, squeezing her muscles tight. His hands gripped her ass, guiding it up and down on the rigid shaft. He moved faster and faster, and Claire realized in shock that she was about to come again. Kyle looked straight into her eyes and then captured her mouth with his as he took them over the edge together.
He stayed with her for hours, holding her, cuddling her as she lay in his arms. At some point, Claire dozed off. When she opened her eyes, she was alone in the big bed, but there was a note on the pillow beside her.
Meet me on the terrace for breakfast at 9. Wear your jeans.
She smiled and stretched, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. I look like Scarlett O’Hara did the morning after Rhett carried her up the stairs, she thought. Sleepy, sultry, and satisfied. Hopping out of bed, Claire saw that her suitcase had finally been delivered by one of the faceless creatures that apparently roamed the halls of the lodge in the wee hours of the night, performing all the necessary daily tasks. She’d yet to see anyone cooking or cleaning, but the place was always spotless, and meals appeared in the dining room on a regular basis.
She headed for the bathroom and hopped into the shower. All her senses were heightened this morning. Claire was keenly aware of the stream of hot water pouring over her breasts and the touch of her fingertips on her scalp as she massaged shampoo into her hair. She put on just a touch of makeup, but she chose a red lipstick, much brighter than the safe, boring pink she wore at home.
Rummaging in her suitcase, she finally settled on the outfit she’d packed for the trip home—comfortable faded jeans and her favorite lightweight sweater. It was a soft turquoise, and when Claire put it on, she remembered how beautiful she’d felt in the turquoise dress Kyle had chosen for her to wear to the first night’s festivities. Slipping on a pair of walking shoes, she headed for the terrace.
The sun was out, but there was a chill in the air. The mountains all around them were blanketed with pockets of dense fog in the valleys. Distant peaks stood out above like faraway islands in a vast white sea. The terrace was full this morning. Claire saw Shari at a table by the log railing. She was with two of the men from last night—the football player and the one who looked like a computer geek. Shari was laughing at something the geek said. He reached over and held out a slice of bacon, and Shari ate it from his hand, then carefully licked each of his fingers.
Kyle sat alone at a small table overlooking the garden. Spring flowers were in full bloom below, a riot of daffodils and pansies in Easter egg shades filling a border along the edge of the lawn. Claire got a cup of coffee from the buffet in the dining room and headed for his table.
“Good morning.” His warm smile melted her heart.
“Yes, it’s a very good morning,” she replied, suddenly shy. This man knew her body more intimately than the man she’d been married to for nearly 15 years, and she didn’t even know his last name.
“I hope I
Time slowed and then stopped altogether. Neither of them moved. She became aware first of his heartbeat, the pulse pounding in his neck where her head was buried. She took a deep breath, then shifted her body experimentally. His cock, buried deep inside her, responded instantly. Locking her heels together around his waist, Claire leaned back and met Kyle’s eyes in the mask. Smiling wickedly, she began rocking herself back and forth, squeezing her muscles tight. His hands gripped her ass, guiding it up and down on the rigid shaft. He moved faster and faster, and Claire realized in shock that she was about to come again. Kyle looked straight into her eyes and then captured her mouth with his as he took them over the edge together.
He stayed with her for hours, holding her, cuddling her as she lay in his arms. At some point, Claire dozed off. When she opened her eyes, she was alone in the big bed, but there was a note on the pillow beside her.
Meet me on the terrace for breakfast at 9. Wear your jeans.
She smiled and stretched, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. I look like Scarlett O’Hara did the morning after Rhett carried her up the stairs, she thought. Sleepy, sultry, and satisfied. Hopping out of bed, Claire saw that her suitcase had finally been delivered by one of the faceless creatures that apparently roamed the halls of the lodge in the wee hours of the night, performing all the necessary daily tasks. She’d yet to see anyone cooking or cleaning, but the place was always spotless, and meals appeared in the dining room on a regular basis.
She headed for the bathroom and hopped into the shower. All her senses were heightened this morning. Claire was keenly aware of the stream of hot water pouring over her breasts and the touch of her fingertips on her scalp as she massaged shampoo into her hair. She put on just a touch of makeup, but she chose a red lipstick, much brighter than the safe, boring pink she wore at home.
Rummaging in her suitcase, she finally settled on the outfit she’d packed for the trip home—comfortable faded jeans and her favorite lightweight sweater. It was a soft turquoise, and when Claire put it on, she remembered how beautiful she’d felt in the turquoise dress Kyle had chosen for her to wear to the first night’s festivities. Slipping on a pair of walking shoes, she headed for the terrace.
The sun was out, but there was a chill in the air. The mountains all around them were blanketed with pockets of dense fog in the valleys. Distant peaks stood out above like faraway islands in a vast white sea. The terrace was full this morning. Claire saw Shari at a table by the log railing. She was with two of the men from last night—the football player and the one who looked like a computer geek. Shari was laughing at something the geek said. He reached over and held out a slice of bacon, and Shari ate it from his hand, then carefully licked each of his fingers.
Kyle sat alone at a small table overlooking the garden. Spring flowers were in full bloom below, a riot of daffodils and pansies in Easter egg shades filling a border along the edge of the lawn. Claire got a cup of coffee from the buffet in the dining room and headed for his table.
“Good morning.” His warm smile melted her heart.
“Yes, it’s a very good morning,” she replied, suddenly shy. This man knew her body more intimately than the man she’d been married to for nearly 15 years, and she didn’t even know his last name.
“I hope I
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