Blossom in Winter

by Melanie Martins

  Petra rolls her eyes but follows me nonetheless to the cable cars. We take a gondola and go straight to the top. The view from the ride is even more impressive. Looking through the glass window, Petra contemplates with a twinkle in her eye the magnificent mountains surrounding us, the fir trees spread across the slopes, the skiers below looking tiny… She looks back at me. I’m also enjoying the view: her.

  I bend my head slightly down and kiss her glossy lips. They taste like I predicted—cherry. My heart pounds faster with every touch—a reminder how blessed I am. We communicate with smiles and a sparkle in our eyes. She nestles her head on my shoulder as we wait to arrive. I smile before kissing her forehead. “Did I tell you how much I love you today?”

  She giggles at my question. “At least three times—the first in bed, the second at breakfast, and the third when we left home…”

  “Well, you can add a fourth to your list, then.” I kiss her once more. “You have no idea how much I love you, Ms. Van Gatt.”

  “I’m getting a slight idea.”

  I grin looking at the new run in front. “Here we are. Let’s have some fun.”

  Petra Van Gatt

  Mr. Van Dieren’s finally in his element, sliding at full speed down the black diamond run. And I’m frightened as hell! My body is paralyzed as I look down to the steep slope. The professional skiers passing by are not helping either. Oh God, I’m gonna crash in the middle! I bet Alex will laugh hard once my butt hits the snow. I feel like I’m seven all over again. Alright, you can do it.

  After taking a deep breath, I grab my poles and give a soft push in the snow to start my descent. I control the speed, slowly turn right to avoid some other skiers, and find myself smiling with joy as I overtake Alex, who stopped in the middle to chat with some skiers. Yeah! Who’s the best now? I’m skiing a diamond slope!

  As I reach flat ground, I stop and look around quickly. I see a welcoming coffee shop not too far away where all the skiers are heading. Where’s Alex? Of course, he’s still up on the slope chitchatting. I turn and see him waving at his buddies before he finally slides all the way down to where I am.

  “Are you alright?” he asks.

  “I’m exhausted.” Not really, but I want a break.

  “Already? We’ve only been here for half an hour.”

  “Can we get some hot chocolate with marshmallows from that coffee shop down there?” I point with my pole.

  He rolls his eyes. “Fine, Ms. Van Gatt. Let’s take a break.” I beam triumphantly, and I slide as excited as a kid all the way down to the chalet. We take off our skis and leave them at the entrance with our poles. We remove our snow goggles, gloves, and beanie hats before stepping into the cozy, warm coffee shop. I like this spot, with its wooden interior and fireplace burning. Some kids giggle and run around while their parents are calling and rushing after them…

  “Alexander?” While it’s not my name I hear, I look instantly toward the bar, following the sound of the female voice.

  “Sophie! Long time no see,” he replies excitedly.

  A blonde emerges from behind the counter and happily trots in his direction before hugging him and kissing his cheeks. Sophie seems to be in her late thirties with a lean and fit body and very few wrinkles, probably the manager or owner of the place.

  “Indeed! Wow. It’s been so long. What? Ten years, if not more? We’ve got so much to catch up on,” she adds, brushing his arm playfully. “What are you doing after eight p.m.?”

  “I appreciate the offer, Sophie, but I’m here with Petra, for her birthday, you know.”

  Finally, Sophie looks over slightly. Yes, I’m here! “Oh, your goddaughter, isn’t it?”

  We nod.

  “I do remember you coming here when you were as big as this.” She holds out a flat hand by her hips. “So, it’s your birthday?” I nod again. “Congratulations! How old are you now?”

  “Eighteen,” I reply, nerves flowing through my veins.

  “Oh, wow. Such a baby. My son is just two years older. Your godfather is the sweetest to bring you here, isn’t he?”

  “He’s great, yeah…” I mutter, yet my expression doesn’t match my words or Sophie’s excitement.

  She looks back at him. “So, no wife, no kids, huh?”

  “No wife, no kids.” He chuckles. “Always the same.”

  “Well, in case you manage to free yourself up for an evening”—she leans closer to his ear— “you know where to find me.”

  He smiles back idly before rushing me to the outdoor terrace with a direct view of the ski slopes. We find a table in a sunny corner near one of the heaters. I’m still astounded by Sophie’s attitude. But I can’t blame her—after all, we’ve kept our relationship a secret.

  While looking intently at the many skiers sliding down the slopes, some dangerously fast, I can’t help but say, “Am I gonna be known forever only as your goddaughter?”

  He smiles, probably seeing that question coming. “They know us like that, just let it be. What’s important is us, not them.”

  “So for the rest of the world, society in general, you have no intentions of introducing me as your girlfriend?”

  “Petra, there is no need to feed gossip…”

  “It’s not about feeding gossip,” I snap. “I told Emma you are my boyfriend. I’m proud of it.”

  “Emma is your best friend. These people are nothing to us.”

  “So our relationship will always be kept secret?”

  “Let’s just say for people who don’t matter, they don’t need to know anything for now. They won’t see it the right way…”

  “How would they see it, then? I love you, you love me. Seems good enough.”

  “Well, they would find it…” He pauses, searching for the best word. “Inappropriate,” he manages to say, before taking a deep breath. “Not everyone is pure and loving like you. Most people would love to expose us, paint a different reality for the sake of making a few bucks.”

  I smile at him in understanding, but I feel tormented. How long will I have to wait before we can make our relationship official? Getting married will solve the problem. But I know neither Alex nor Dad will be keen to talk about engagement and golden rings at this point. “Too young” will be the usual answer. I sigh, saddened.

  He notices and lays his hand on mine. “Hey...” I blink at the sound of his voice. He gives me the stare. “Let’s go home. I’ll prepare you a hot chocolate with marshmallows.”

  I smile, radiant, picturing not only the hot chocolate, but something else just as hot inside.

  He goes to the kitchen while I’m still changing into a comfy pair of jeans with fluffy brown winter boots and a light-pink knitted sweater. As promised, I find a big mug with hot chocolate and marshmallows on the dining table and a fire already glowing in the fireplace. I grin and take a big sip as I look out the window. The sky has gone from light gray to blue with just some clouds finally clearing.

  “How is it?” he asks.

  I didn’t even notice him walking toward me.

  I smile, leaving some chocolate on the edge of my lips. “Fucking delicious.”

  Alex chuckles while looking at me. “Glad you like it.” He moves closer and wipes away the chocolate with his thumb, bringing it to his mouth. “Indeed, not bad.”

  I leave the mug on the sideboard beside me. “But…” Then I reach up to his lips, tasting them, and whisper, “Not as delicious as you…”

  Alexander Van Dieren

  I swallow hard at her words. How can a young eighteen-year-old sound so naughty? She’s such a paradox to me. “You are incorrigible, Ms. Van Gatt.” She bites her lip, her stare devouring me. Then she brings her hand to my chest over my gray sweater, giving me a starving look. Craving more, she traces a line with her fingers down to my abdomen, until she reaches my waist, her eyes dropping a bit lower. At that moment, she quickly unfastens my snow pants.

  While caressing the strands of hair at the edge of her face, I tenderly watch every mov
e—her lips parting in excitement, her gaze focused on the button and zipper, her hands trembling, her breath getting louder as she pushes the garment down my hips… Her heart begins thundering as I reach for her jeans, unfastening them at once and shoving them below her ass—enough to see her pink cotton panties with a white bow in the center. I strip off her sweater, looking hungrily at her beautiful tits. In a sudden move, I spin her around to face the table, and bend her over. Supporting herself only with her forearms, she grows desperate, moaning, while I pull down her panties. The view of her ass is magnificent, her skin spotless, pale, firm, and smooth to the touch. I grow even harder feeling how drenched she already is. Damn, she really was born to have my cock inside her.

  “Oh Alex, fuck me now,” she begs under her breath.

  Her words electrify my whole body. God, I love seeing her so hungry, so horny and desperate like this. I pull my cock out and hold her tight by the waist, finally giving her what she has been begging for with the first hefty stroke into her delicious pussy.

  She squeals with pleasure, relieved to feel me inside—exactly where I belong.

  I pound her repeatedly, with more insistence, more urgency, rocking lustily back and forth. Her tits balance over the table, following my rhythm. I hear the slapping sound of her ass against my pelvis. “Fuck, you are soaking, Petra.”

  And damn right she is. I feel her entire body in a trance. “Ahhh, faster… Ohhh… Harder, harder,” she begs with her slutty little voice. Jeez, how did she even pull that off?

  I narrow my eyes, and with a grunt, I obey her orders, shoving hurriedly inside. Fuck, my mind goes wild and I need more. Devoid of any control, I lean forward and push the back of her neck down, forcing her to fall completely on the table, losing any support. I love to see her at my mercy, totally dominated. My hands grab her ass firmly, mounting her lustily like a beast. I rock as deep as I can into her, wishing to get farther in somehow. At that instant, our eyes shut with the intensity of our pleasure, I push one final time as deep as I can and let out a long, wild groan while pumping my cum inside. Then, nothing but the sounds of our heavy breaths and the warm feeling of my orgasm in her.

  Exhausted, I drop my head down on the table beside hers, lay my hands on hers, and rest there for a while, enjoying her heat.

  We hear only heartbeats.

  I lift my head up enough to kiss her left temple, near her closed eyes, and as I’m getting my breath back, I murmur, “You drive me insane.” I kiss her once more. “So insane.”

  Recovering my senses, I quietly push up and look down at my cock still inside her. I pull it out very slowly, then pull my pants and boxers up again.

  She doesn’t take much longer to fasten her jeans and pull on her sweater. And before I can say or do anything, the little miss grabs her ski gloves, trots to the door of the terrace, opens it, and runs outside.

  I’m perplexed but put on my gloves and my coat, taking hers with me, too, before I follow her out.

  As I reach the outdoors, I find Petra already down the stairs in the yard, gathering as much snow as she can.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “We’re gonna build a snowman, but this time one of my size!”

  “Last time, it was also your size.”

  “It was tiny!” she snaps, rolling the snowball to become bigger and bigger.

  Hell, we just made love, and all she’s thinking about is to make a snowman?

  “Are you gonna watch me all day?”

  I blink and find myself grinning. “That’s a good option.”

  I walk down the stairs to the yard, the ground covered with snow, open her coat wide so she can slip into it easily, and help her form another snowball, this time for the upper body.

  She seems as excited as the first time she came here.

  “We need one more for the head, two small ones for the feet, and two tree branches for the arms,” she notes.

  “Does he really need feet?”

  “Yes, don’t be lazy, let’s go.”

  I roll my eyes while forming another snowball for the head.

  Petra does the small ones for the feet and puts them one beside the other. She smiles, proud of how the snowman is finally taking shape.

  I take the ball for the head and put it on top. She brings two skinny branches and puts one on each side.

  “Alright, we need to get him a nose, two eyes, and some clothes,” she instructs, before running inside the house. A few minutes later, she comes back holding a carrot, a beanie hat, a scarf, and two black olives.

  “You know, it’s usually two buttons, not olives…”

  “Didn’t find any buttons, Mr. Van Dieren. Olives should do the trick.” She looks intently at the face of her snowman, puts the carrot in the middle, and draws him a big grin. Then she gently thrusts the olives into his head, and her lips lift victoriously, seeing them holding still. She wraps the scarf around his neck and puts the hat on top. Her face radiant, Petra contemplates her snowman as a work of art.

  “So? What do you think? Not bad, huh?”

  In that instant, my eyes lost in hers, I feel my heart imploring me to talk about what I’ve had in mind since the day I had that dream, since the day I talked to Roy, and since the day we arrived. Fuck, stop. She just turned eighteen. Give her some time. “I’m so fucking blessed to have you here, Petra.” That’s all I manage to say.

  She blushes, lowering her gaze, then reaches up to my lips for a lingering kiss. “Me too.” She looks back at our snowman. “We should update our picture in that frame.”

  “Indeed, hold on.” I go back inside for a few minutes and return with a tripod and my camera. I place the tripod into the snow at the perfect distance to get everything in the frame, and mount the DSLR on it. I set the counter for fifteen seconds. “Alright, picture time.” She stands to the right of our snowman, and I move behind her, leaning a bit down near her shoulder, an arm wrapped around her waist. And we smile, holding our new five-foot-seven buddy. Click.

  Chapter 23

  Aspen, December 11, 2019

  Alexander Van Dieren

  “It’s our last night here,” she declares in a serious voice while we lie in bed, her head on my chest.

  “I know...” I caress her strands of hair, trying to forget the terrible fact that I won’t sleep with her tomorrow.

  She raises her head up and looks me straight in the eyes. “I want to do it tonight.” Fuck, she is so stubborn, even in bed.

  I know exactly what she’s talking about. “And I said no, Ms. Van Gatt.”

  “But why? Why are you so against the idea?”

  “I’m…” I look briefly away before facing her again. “I’m afraid of hurting you.” But she doesn’t seem convinced. “Sometimes it’s hard to control myself.”

  “Why don’t we just try and see? If I can’t handle it, I’ll tell you.”

  I sigh loudly, shaking my head. “I have never met someone as stubborn as you.” She smiles, thinking she’s won. But I decide to scare her further. “What if you tell me to stop and I can’t control myself and do it anyway?” I know this should be enough to make her back out.

  “I don’t mind.” I raise both eyebrows. “My idea, my risk.”

  I shake my head again. She has no idea what she’s talking about. “Petra.” I reach down to take her hand and put her flat palm on where I’m already erect. “This is not two fingers…” Damn, I have to breathe out of my mouth as I picture it inside her ass.

  “I know”—she grows desperate—“but I really want to feel you…” She pulls this off with such a sweet little voice that I shiver madly.

  I kiss her lips and caress her cheek with the back of my fingers. But I don’t say a word. She affects her most innocent face, batting her eyelashes. “Please?”

  I laugh, quite flattered. If I recall properly, only my former subs used to beg me to fuck their asses. Wow. I tremble at the thought that Petra might actually want to become one. Fuck, does she? It’d explain quite a lot…
I take a much-needed breath, trying to brush such thoughts away. But damn, her curiosity never ceases to amaze me. “You’re very naughty, Ms. Van Gatt. You know that, right?” She blushes at my compliment, smiles, and bites her lip with a starving look. Jeez... “Very well,” I breathe out. Her face beams with joy. I reach for my pillow and place it on her side. “Turn over and lie with your belly on here.”

  She obeys, lying on her stomach on the pillow. Her head down, she bends her arms, legs driven wide apart, her ass ready for me. “Will I also bleed?”

  I have no idea. I hope not, but I prefer to prepare her for the worst. “If I go fully inside, maybe. But it might be too painful.” Raising up on my knees with her legs in between, I take the lube from the nightstand. “I’ll just put the head in tonight.”

  I put some gel on my fingertips and start rubbing them around her anus. I feel her getting nervous but impatient. While I massage her, I can’t help but feel apprehensive about what I’m going to do. Anal has always been my weakness, my Achilles’ heel. I take a deep breath, put some more lube on my palm, this time for my cock, and caress her opening with the tip. She shifts her pelvis at my touch. “Do you really want to feel it inside?” I ask in a whisper, just once more.

  The question is enough to drench her.

  “Oh yes,” she moans between breaths.

  I keep circling it slowly around her entrance.

  Her impatience growing, her body trembling, I bend my chest over her back, my elbows supporting me. I reach for her left hand and whisper, “Here. If it hurts, squeeze my hand and I will stop moving until it feels better.” She holds me tight. I nibble the shell of her ear and ask in a voice barely audible, “Do you love me?”