Blossom in Winter
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Alexander Van Dieren
Damn, my heart has never been so filled. She makes me fly without leaving this bed. I feel a sudden urge to taste her. To make her cum in my mouth. I remove the tray from the bed, lay down over her body, and start kissing her lips. I feel myself desiring her all over again. I move my mouth slowly down to her chin, her neck. Then I stop to lick her tits, her delicious pink nipples, sucking them wetly. She moans with pleasure and runs her fingers in my hair. The simple sounds coming from her mouth make me see stars and grow hard. My head moves slowly further down to her belly. I squeeze her waist while kissing her pelvis. She moans louder, her body wriggling nervously. She shivers as I delicately push open her thighs, kissing the insides of them.
“Oh gosh!” I hear her saying when I move down to taste her. Her body instantly bows. “Alex…” she gasps. But I proceed nevertheless, kissing and soaking her clit with my tongue, my saliva. I feel my brain intoxicated with dopamine. Her pussy tastes so sweet that it makes me go wild. I hear her moan again. Her breath is loud, her body trembling with every touch. She doesn’t realize the more she moans, the more it turns me on and the more I want to fuck her. I know that’s what she wants. But I’m not going to do it. First, I want to feel her at my mercy, tormented by desire.
“I need you inside,” she begs.
“Petra, you are very fragile, we should take it easy…”
“I don’t care, I need to feel you.”
But I ignore her and continue eating her out.
“Alex! I need to feel you,” she repeats louder, her tone more insistent.
I don’t protest further. Fuck, she’s too stubborn. I remove my boxers quickly. Leaning up on my knees, I start rubbing her clit with my cock. “Is this what you want inside?” I ask with a roguish smile as I observe her pelvis lifting, her mouth wide open, her body so needy for me.
“Yes, come inside,” she replies between panting breaths.
But I keep teasing her with my tip. “And why should I?”
“Because you are driving me crazy!”
“Are you mine?”
“All yours.”
“For how long?”
“Forever,” she nearly yells, craving her reward.
I spread her legs further and decide she is ready to get pounded again. I alleviate her torments, thrusting straight and deep. Damn, I forgot how narrow her little pussy is. “Did I hurt you?” I ask, instantly worried.
“No, keep going…” she breathes.
I heave a sigh of relief, but remain cautious nevertheless, pushing more gently. “You feel so good, Petra.”
She moans at me in reply. Then she bends her knees, supporting her ass with her arms to keep up with my rhythm. Despite her bleeding yesterday, she seems to be enjoying every single stroke.
Petra Van Gatt
It’s so hard to stop. The more we make love, the more desperate I am to feel him all over again. My body, my mind, my soul, my heart, everything is so addicted to him. We’ve spent countless hours in bed, yet time feels meaningless. Hours are just seconds. He’s perfect to me. He knows how to touch me so well, how to make me tremble, how to make me cum. After all, I’m not making love to a random guy, no, but to the man I will eventually marry. My heart always knew I would.
We’re resting in bed, cuddling and savoring the peaceful silence of the mountains. The last sunlight casting through the room makes everything even more sensual and mellow. His tongue is playing around my breast—he loves to see my nipples get hard at his touch—while my fingers are lost in his wild hair.
“We should have supper. Aren’t you hungry?” he asks, looking up at me.
“Indeed, I’m starving.” I make it sound like a naughty hint, but he ignores it.
“Should I order food, or would you like to try that fine-dining restaurant down in the village?”
My cheeks flush, and I smile softly. “I don’t think I’ll even be able to sit…” I confess.
“Really? That’s amusing…” He leans toward my face, close enough to make me feel even more drenched. “What are you feeling?”
“Well,” I start, clearing my throat. “It’s hard to explain. It’s as if my pussy has been violently used.” We burst into laughter. “But it’s a good feeling. She misses you already…” I insinuate while I nibble his bottom lip.
“Petra, I don’t want to have to take you to the doctor tomorrow because you are crying in pain. Today was already too much. You were still bleeding.”
But I give him a cheeky, confident smile. One he’s never seen before. “You know…” I bite my lip. “There is another hole you haven’t yet explored…”
He gasps upon hearing this, and gets up from the bed at light speed. “Forget it, young lady. Way too soon to do that.”
“Why? Why not?”
“It’s…” He tries to find the words as he dresses in boxers and jeans. “Much more painful…” He ultimately replies. “You are too young to even think about it.”
I frown and shake my head, annoyed. I hate when he brings up my age. Such a lame excuse. “I’m sure with you I will be fine.” I devour him with my stare and I can’t help but smile—I love seeing him uncomfortable, vulnerable, embarrassed, lost…
“You’re being very naughty.” He briefly kisses my lips. Does that mean he likes it? “I’m ordering dinner—you have barely eaten anything today.” With his iPhone in hand, he leaves the room to make a phone call and order Italian. He knows I love Italian food. He comes back to find me still naked lying in bed. “Dinner should arrive within thirty minutes, Ms. Van Gatt. I’m going to shower. Pay attention to the doorbell.”
“I’ll go with you,” I declare, standing up.
He rolls his eyes. “With one condition: you have to behave. Otherwise I go alone.”
“Pfff… Fine.”
He turns the shower on. The water is so warm it starts evaporating. I step inside first. It’s slightly warmer than what I’m used to. I feel the first drops soaking my hair, my face, and my body. I shut my eyes, enjoying the heat. I hear him coming in from behind. He wraps his arms around my chest, bending just enough to place a kiss on my shoulder. I can’t help but lay my head back against him. He squeezes the tube to pour some shower gel in his palm, then starts gently rubbing circles over my tits to form a lather.
While he’s cleaning me, I grind my ass against his cock, provoking him. I bite my bottom lip in guilt and pleasure, feeling him. Oh... I can feel his heart pounding so damn hard and his warmth invading my neck.
Alexander Van Dieren
The idea she wants to try that hole is driving me crazy, but I’m determined to contain myself. She’s too young for that. I focus on cleaning her belly, ignoring her little game. I need more gel, but instead I feel her hand reaching for mine. She takes my middle finger, opens her mouth, and sucks on it. Dear Lord. My entire body shivers. My lips spread apart as I feel my finger in her warm mouth. Fuck, she’s such a naughty temptation.
“Try…” she timidly mutters.
Damn, I know exactly what she wants. After taking a much-needed breath, I decide to obey, bending her over, and she braces her forearms against the wall of the shower. I look down between her ass, and there it is. The holy one. I start to gently caress the entrance. My lips part in excitement. I feel my cock growing as I touch her, and her breathing gets louder. She then starts moving her ass around my finger, and I rub it between her movements. Damn, the simple fact that I’m exploring this part of her body makes me go wild. She moans with pleasure, and I’m getting fucking horny, but I know I’m not the only one—my finger naturally enters on his own. I gasp, looking down.
“It’s inside?” She knows perfectly well it is.
“Yes, now come here.” I grip her neck, forcing her to stand. I feel my finger going even deeper as she tries to stay upright. I suck her skin between deep kisses. “Does it hurt?”
“No…” she moans, rubbing the back of her head against my shoulder. I slowly thrust my finger deeper, my mouth wide
I swallow and shut my eyes to not lose control of myself. Yet, my cock’s begging to get inside, to give her what she wants. But I have to resist. I never expected her to enjoy this so much and be so comfortable with it. I start to understand better the reason she asked me to make that promise, the meaning of her words to “try everything.” Yep, Ms. Van Gatt is that curious. Burning with desire to challenge her further, I bring my mouth closer to her ear and murmur, “Do you think Ms. Van Gatt can handle a second finger?”
She moans at my question, speeding up her movements. “Ms. Van Gatt can handle much bigger,” she replies bluntly.
Holy shit. How can she switch from an innocent girl to a delicious slut like that? I know she wants me to lose control, and I love her for that. I take a deep breath and bend her over again. While keeping my middle finger inside and remaining motionless, I delicately add my index finger to her entrance. Her body contorts at my touch. She moans, excited, scared, weak, impatient. I trace a line of kisses on her back, and while rubbing my finger at the entrance, I feel her ready to welcome it inside. I’ll go slower with this one—I don’t want to hurt her. I wet my lips and realize she’s touching her clit to keep up with the challenge. I fondle her tits with my other hand and thrust my index finger deeper. She gasps, whines briefly, bites her lip, and continues to breathe out, while rubbing her clit even faster. Despite being harder than she thought, I know she can handle it. I shut my eyes and can’t help but picture something other than my two fingers inside her ass. Fuck. She whimpers as I push deeper, now moving in and out. And the more I do it, the more I feel the urge to cum. I gently remove my fingers from her, putting them into my mouth, and suck them. Then I touch myself while caressing her back still bent before me… Oh Petra, you’re my little slut, aren’t you? I can’t help but groan loudly and cum on her skin, just like I did in Rio.
“Was it painful?” I ask.
She stands up, turns to me, smiling radiantly, and wraps her arms around my neck. “No, it was so good…”
I smile with pride before pressing my lips against hers. “Not sure if you know, Ms. Van Gatt, but someone has been ringing the door for five minutes. I need to go.”
Petra Van Gatt
I dress in a cozy oversized white knit sweater and my most comfortable floral cotton panties, and go to the dining room. I stand leaning against the wall, my arms folded across my chest, entertained as I watch him juggle between the kitchen and dining table with cutlery and plates in hand, preparing the dinner setting, opening the food packages, pouring the pasta into a main serving bowl, and filling a pitcher with water.
“Please, enjoy staring.”
“I should record this,” I chuckle.
“Why?” he asks, placing the cutlery on each side.
Oh boy. If he knew how hot he looked in his black denim jeans and gray Henley, with his stubble, and his strands of thick hair falling on either side of his striking blue eyes—“You look great,” I just say. “I’d make a fortune sharing it with the tabloids.”
“Very funny, Ms. Van Gatt.”
I move closer to the table and check what he ordered. “Why so much food? There are only two of us…”
“Well, I don’t know if the food is good or not. I hope the spaghetti alla bolognese is alright, at least.”
I shake my head in amusement. “Always so picky…” I realize it’s the first time we’re having a private dinner together in his house. Instead of face to face, we sit beside each other— Alex at the head of the table and I on his right side. I observe him, marveling as he puts some salad on my plate. I can’t help but picture what living together would look like. I don’t feel eighteen inside, but so much older. Maybe due to the father who raised me, maybe the strict education I got, maybe my love for Alex, maybe my own personality… One thing is for sure: I don’t fit the eighteen-year-old stereotype. While my friends dream of big careers, financial freedom, parties, power, and hooking up, I dream of living with him and spending every evening like this one.
“I have something to ask you,” he declares, looking at me.
I blink at his voice. “Sure, what is it?”
“Would you like to join me for Christmas at my family estate in the Netherlands?”
I didn’t see it coming. My eyes widen, and I try hard to keep my mouth from doing the same. I swallow instead. “You want me to meet your family?”
“Well, I know yours. So I think it’d make sense for you to know mine.”
“But…” I look down, pondering. “How are you going to introduce me? As your girlfriend? I’m not sure about that… Plus, I promised Mom I’d spend Christmas with her.”
“What if you just join me for the dinner we are hosting the evening of the twenty-fifth? You could stay overnight. If it makes you feel more comfortable, your father is attending, so I’ll introduce you as his daughter.” Since he feels me hesitating, Alex reaches for my hand, holds it tight, and looks intently at me. “I would like you to meet my mother, Margaret. She knows about us.”
I gasp in surprise. “Your mother knows? What does she know exactly?”
“Everything. She’s very much looking forward to meeting you.”
I’m still baffled but try to articulate properly. “Very well. I was going to leave Rotterdam on the twenty-sixth, but I guess I can leave a day earlier.”
Alex smiles radiantly. “I’m very glad. I’ll send a driver to pick you up from your house.”
Once I finish my plate, I stand up from my seat, walk toward him, and sit on his lap, nestling against his chest. I love to feel his body heat, his scent, his heartbeat. I’ve always found it so comforting. So I close my eyes and fall asleep.
Chapter 22
Aspen, December 7, 2019
Petra Van Gatt
I wake up with his lips deliciously caressing my shoulder, placing soft kisses there until they reach my neck, where they start sucking my skin so greedily that it makes my entire body shiver. It’s so good waking up with him spooning me. I realize I’ve spent the last few nights sleeping either on his chest or nestled in his arms. I wonder how hard it will be to adapt to my big empty bed back on Park Avenue. I can feel his warm breath near my ear as he nuzzles my hair. “Good morning,” he whispers.
Somehow, those two words sound so sensual and erotic from his mouth. I bite my lip, hungry for more, but he can’t see it. I recall how we didn’t make love last night, since I’d fallen asleep on him.
I start rubbing my butt against his pelvis. “Hmm… You’ll need more than that to wake me up…” I mumble, my eyes still closed.
He chuckles, but my ass teasing his cock is enough to feel him growing hard and long against me. “You are right. Forgive me.” His hands push my panties down, fondling my thighs. I twist at every touch. While sucking my neck, he grabs my waist tight, nestling his own legs against mine, and I squeal, feeling his first sharp stroke. “Is it better now?”
Oh God, having him inside me has become my new fixation, a powerful and uncontrollable craving—a terrible desire I’ve never experienced before. “Yes,” I pant. This is where you belong. I’d give anything to wake up every morning like this.
His hand moves down slowly until it reaches my pussy.
“Ahhh…” I moan lustily, while his fingers are rubbing my clit.
His breath comes out in short, heavy gasps, matching my excitement. Damn, my pussy is soaking; I feel his cock diving so smoothly inside. “Oh, Alex…” He keeps running his fingers over my clit in a circular motion, but more insistently. “I love it so much when you touch me,” I cry, barely containing an immediate orgasm. Dear Lord, his fingers know so well how to play with me and get me there in a heartbeat. I contort my entire body to resist cumming now, but it seems he has decided otherwise. “Ahhhh!” I close my eyes at the intensity of it. “Fuck…” He savagely grunts near my ear in response. “Cum in me,” I beg him. His pace accelerates. He tightens his grip on my waist, pounding into me harder and faster. His groans of pleasure set my mind bursting, sending me into pure ecstasy. I can’t help but moan louder, crying, “Oh! Cum in me now.” He keeps groaning behind me while ramming farther in. “Ahhh!” I feel his cock hardening and throbbing. He gives one last deep push with all his strength, and I’m brought to an earth-shattering orgasm the moment he makes my pussy his by filling it with his seed. “Oh fuck, why are you so damn good?”
I hear only his exhausted breath near the shell of my ear. “Because I love you,” he whispers.
Alex decided it was time to leave the house and get some exercise, but this time on the ski slopes. I haven’t been skiing for quite a while, but I do recall the basics. We rent some gear and hit the smallest and easiest ones first. While I feel like a World Cup champion on the green circle as I master these slopes, Alex acts like he’s on the bunny slopes. “Petra, let’s hit the runs on top. This is just too damned boring!”
But I joyfully protest while going down a short slide. “I love this run! Didn’t fall, not even once!”
“Well, of course. This is just for kids to get started.”
He takes a quick slide down to where I am, in an attempt to convince me further. But once he reaches me, he suddenly becomes mute.
Alexander Van Dieren
Why did we even leave the house? Her mouth can do so many better things than talk about skiing. Before I can press my lips against hers, I remember that Aspen is full of New Yorkers. I have just spotted two hedge fund managers with their kids. Most of my entourage usually come here during this time of year with their families, and mainly to this run to play with their children and teach them some moves before hitting the bigger ones. I take a deep breath and try to calm my starving desire to kiss her. “Let’s hit the big ones now. I’m sure you’ll be alright. If you fall, you know how to stand up.”
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