open her eyes. Giving herself up
to the unusual sensation, she drifted into a comfortable slumber.
Zach couldn’t stop touching the hot beauty in his arms. He
played with the black strands of hair resting in his palm. Though his cock
ached for release, he wouldn’t wake her. The way she responded to him confused
him.
He’d had his share of lovers, but none had reacted to his
sexual skills quite the way she did. None had completely shaved their pussies
either. Hell, that was hot. He’d seen hairless labia in porno movies but never
in person. Bea’s differences didn’t end there either. None of his past women
had sex with him so soon.
It would be hard to split with her. He wasn’t sure that
three times would be enough, but he couldn’t let her get too close. For some
reason fate didn’t want him to have a permanent someone in his life and had
proved it with Danielle and Lisa. He would have to stay on guard. But there was
a sweetness beneath the professional distance Bea occasionally created. And
despite her obvious sexual experience, he found her naïve in a strange way.
It didn’t matter. He planned to enjoy this temporary
relationship for all it was worth and keep both his and her hearts out of it.
Letting go of Bea’s hair, he lay back next to her and pulled
the sheepskins over them. The warmth from the fire had transferred to the furs
and enveloped them in a warm cocoon. He glanced at the fireplace. Not much wood
left, but he sure as hell wasn’t getting up. They would be cold come morning,
but they could always have sex again to produce more heat.
He had worn her out. He grinned as he closed his eyes.
Despite a six-month hiatus from sex, he still had it. And he would use it every
chance he got.
* * * * *
Bea stretched, luxuriating in the softness that surrounded
her body until her toes slipped from beneath the covering. She yanked her foot
back under the…fur? She opened her eyes. Oh damn.
Zach had little issue with the cold. He lay on his back, his
entire torso and one knee exposed to the living room air. His chest rose and
fell in even rhythm. Grateful he still slept, she lifted his hand, which lay
possessively on her thigh, and wriggled out from under the sheepskins.
The cool air shocked her and she bent to retrieve her
clothes, but when she stood again, she stilled. The sight outside the living
room windows captured her breath. If “winter wonderland” were posted on
Wikipedia, the sight before her would be the perfect image. No words needed to
define it. The snow sparkled in the morning sunshine, twinkling on every buried
branch, rock and banister. The forest valley below proved at least three more
feet of snow had fallen overnight and only the sharpest incline escaped its
burden. The trees bent low with their loads, one white birch making a perfect
arch that reminded her of a wedding bower. She gazed at the scene, enthralled.
A hump of snow fell from its precarious branch and drifted in a sparkling cloud
to the ground. She shivered at the cold and turned to find the bedroom Zach
told her about.
His voice from the floor startled her. “It’s amazing, isn’t
it?”
She looked down at him. No, he was amazing, in so many ways.
Lying there on the sheepskins, his hands beneath his head, his biceps pulled
taut by his position, had her wishing for a different life. She loved it here
with him, but she had limits and the bulge beneath the fur was a clear
indication of what he had in mind.
“You have a beautiful place here, Zach. I’d love to stay
longer, but I have to go to work. I’m already late and it’s always crazy after
a snowfall. You know, digging out guests, helping them find other flights or
extending their stay, having the porch and walkways cleared…”
She paused, sensing his withdrawal. She tried a different
tact and gave him a knowing smirk. “Today is Thursday and as much as I’d like
to crawl in there with you, some of us have to work.”
His face lightened a little
to the unusual sensation, she drifted into a comfortable slumber.
Zach couldn’t stop touching the hot beauty in his arms. He
played with the black strands of hair resting in his palm. Though his cock
ached for release, he wouldn’t wake her. The way she responded to him confused
him.
He’d had his share of lovers, but none had reacted to his
sexual skills quite the way she did. None had completely shaved their pussies
either. Hell, that was hot. He’d seen hairless labia in porno movies but never
in person. Bea’s differences didn’t end there either. None of his past women
had sex with him so soon.
It would be hard to split with her. He wasn’t sure that
three times would be enough, but he couldn’t let her get too close. For some
reason fate didn’t want him to have a permanent someone in his life and had
proved it with Danielle and Lisa. He would have to stay on guard. But there was
a sweetness beneath the professional distance Bea occasionally created. And
despite her obvious sexual experience, he found her naïve in a strange way.
It didn’t matter. He planned to enjoy this temporary
relationship for all it was worth and keep both his and her hearts out of it.
Letting go of Bea’s hair, he lay back next to her and pulled
the sheepskins over them. The warmth from the fire had transferred to the furs
and enveloped them in a warm cocoon. He glanced at the fireplace. Not much wood
left, but he sure as hell wasn’t getting up. They would be cold come morning,
but they could always have sex again to produce more heat.
He had worn her out. He grinned as he closed his eyes.
Despite a six-month hiatus from sex, he still had it. And he would use it every
chance he got.
* * * * *
Bea stretched, luxuriating in the softness that surrounded
her body until her toes slipped from beneath the covering. She yanked her foot
back under the…fur? She opened her eyes. Oh damn.
Zach had little issue with the cold. He lay on his back, his
entire torso and one knee exposed to the living room air. His chest rose and
fell in even rhythm. Grateful he still slept, she lifted his hand, which lay
possessively on her thigh, and wriggled out from under the sheepskins.
The cool air shocked her and she bent to retrieve her
clothes, but when she stood again, she stilled. The sight outside the living
room windows captured her breath. If “winter wonderland” were posted on
Wikipedia, the sight before her would be the perfect image. No words needed to
define it. The snow sparkled in the morning sunshine, twinkling on every buried
branch, rock and banister. The forest valley below proved at least three more
feet of snow had fallen overnight and only the sharpest incline escaped its
burden. The trees bent low with their loads, one white birch making a perfect
arch that reminded her of a wedding bower. She gazed at the scene, enthralled.
A hump of snow fell from its precarious branch and drifted in a sparkling cloud
to the ground. She shivered at the cold and turned to find the bedroom Zach
told her about.
His voice from the floor startled her. “It’s amazing, isn’t
it?”
She looked down at him. No, he was amazing, in so many ways.
Lying there on the sheepskins, his hands beneath his head, his biceps pulled
taut by his position, had her wishing for a different life. She loved it here
with him, but she had limits and the bulge beneath the fur was a clear
indication of what he had in mind.
“You have a beautiful place here, Zach. I’d love to stay
longer, but I have to go to work. I’m already late and it’s always crazy after
a snowfall. You know, digging out guests, helping them find other flights or
extending their stay, having the porch and walkways cleared…”
She paused, sensing his withdrawal. She tried a different
tact and gave him a knowing smirk. “Today is Thursday and as much as I’d like
to crawl in there with you, some of us have to work.”
His face lightened a little
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