“Sounds good,” she said through the door.
When we both had changed and gotten all the sand off us, we headed outside to the vineyard, holding hands as we walked. The sun was getting lower in the sky, and she looked absolutely gorgeous in the light. I was almost stunned by how much I was taken back by it. We talked lightly about the trip, about the inn, and she laughed loudly, replaying my face as I struggled behind them with the suitcases. Little did she know that was only a small portion of my struggle. We headed back to the house, hearing the sound of the dinner chimes that the innkeeper rang out over the vineyard. We were the only ones there for dinner, and there was a beautiful table set with candles and a knit cloth over the table. We sat down across from each other, putting our napkins in our laps as she served our appetizers and a beautiful display of the vineyard’s own wine. I was actually very impressed by it all.
Once the main course was served, the innkeeper scampered off, leaving us to have our privacy. I looked to the right over the hills and shook my head at the beauty. The sun was starting to set below the horizon, and the sky was a mix of fiery oranges and bright reds. It had to be one of the most beautiful sunsets I had ever seen, especially since I rarely saw them in the city. I reached across the table and took Sara’s hand, enjoying the quiet tranquility of the moment. The warm breeze blew across the vineyard, and I could see the bright streaks of mahogany shimmering in Sara’s hair.
I knew in that moment there was nowhere else on earth I would have chosen to be in that moment. I was right where I wanted to be, right where I was supposed to be. Sara looked over at me and smiled, her eyes twinkling brightly. I felt like an extremely lucky man to have met her. She was like an unexpected jewel in a rough situation. She started to speak but as she did, the innkeeper came out with a cart of desserts. Sara smiled, but I could see the lust in her eyes, and I realized she was as eager as I was.
Chapter 18
Sara
I was hungry. After that long drive, there was no doubt about that, but my mind was somewhere completely different. It felt like dinner was taking forever, and the only time I slowed down to stop and enjoy the moment was during the sunset when I noticed Ryan looking at me like he was the luckiest man on earth. It was a beautiful moment, a beautiful place really, with the grapes cascading over the hills and the sun setting right over them like they were being swallowed whole. It was probably the most romantic moment I had ever experienced. The rest, though, was almost painful. There was course after course with appetizers, soups, salads, main courses, and finally dessert. In between that, there were even more wine samplings. The innkeeper wanted to know how we felt about every single one, not like either of us was going to say something bad. You could tell in the woman’s eyes that it was her pride and joy. It was making me a bit dizzy, though, with all the booze on top of the martinis that had been served with dinner. Ryan was going to have to carry me up to the room if I wasn’t careful.
During the sunset, I couldn’t get Ryan’s hot body off my mind, and though I was enjoying the slow, romantic feel of it, about ten minutes in, I was ready to go. I contemplated telling him how I felt, how much I wanted him, how much I enjoyed being there with him. I started to open my mouth to say that when the innkeeper walked out with a tray of desserts.
“Everything is homemade, and please, feel free to try them all,” she said, sitting three plates down on the table.
“Thank you,” I said, forcing a smile.
I won’t lie. I rushed through dessert, and Ryan probably thought I was crazy, but I only wanted to get back to the room. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone, and I had really hoped we could have gotten it out of our systems when we got back. Unfortunately, dinner was served very quickly so we didn’t have time, though I was pretty sure I could have made it happen. I didn’t want to rush it, though, so I’d changed, and we’d gone for a walk instead. I knew if I had stayed in that room with him, we would have had an innkeeper knocking on the door, looking for us for dinner. Ryan watched as the woman walked back inside to get something.
“This is beautiful and romantic,” he said, shaking his head.
“But you want to get back to the room?”
“Holy hell, yes.” He chuckled.
At that moment, the woman came back outside and gave us a bottle of dessert wine to take with us upstairs. I smiled and thanked her, looking over at Ryan. He wanted me too. There was no mistaking it, and I felt a lot better knowing I wasn’t the only one struggling through the end of dinner. I also kind of liked that he was sitting there thinking about all the things he wanted to do to me when we got upstairs. It was arousing, and I couldn’t wait to see it. We sat there talking casually with the innkeeper, listening to her stories about the vineyard, the house, and how she came to own the place. It was all very enthralling, but I could have cared less. When the moment came to politely excuse ourselves from the table and wish the hovering, overly-helpful woman a good night, we took it. We walked quietly back into the house and around the corner. As soon as we were out of her sight, Ryan grabbed my hand and pulled me quickly up the stairs. We were moving so fast, we were pretty much jogging at that point.
We got up to our floor and stopped for a minute, out of breath from running up three flights of stairs. I really needed to remember to start working out more when we got back home. We walked over to the door, and he pulled the key out of his pocket, fumbling with it in the knob. I giggled, taking it from him and opening the door. He walked in first, and I walked behind him, turning and closing the door behind us. As I turned around, I looked at Ryan staring at me with heat in his eyes. He moved forward quickly and shoved me up against the door, immediately starting to kiss me. I breathed deeply, feeling his hands roaming all over my body as we kissed passionately. I was so hot, I could barely stand it. I wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck the hell out of him right there on the floor. I leaned my head up and looked at the ceiling as he trailed his lips down my neck, trying to slow myself down. I was on fire, hotter and more aroused than I had ever been with anyone in my life. I could tell he felt the same way as he moved back up and looked deeply into my eyes.
I reached up and brought his head back toward mine, feeling his mouth ravaging mine. His tongue swirled through my mouth, and I could taste the bittersweet red wine on his lips from dinner. We stood there against the wall, making out for quite a while, feeling the pressure between us building at every turn. He slowed his mouth down and ran his lips across mine, barely touching them. He moved over my cheek and down my neck, listening to the breath catching in my throat. I could feel the electricity shooting through my stomach and the heat boiling between my legs. He pulled back and looked at me seductively, moving his fingers to the side of my dress and pulling down the zipper.
I bit my bottom lip and reached up, carefully unbuttoning his expensive dress shirt. I pulled it open and looked at his hard, tanned chest, running my fingers across the scars and tattoos that covered him. I’d had no idea he had ink under there, but the mixture of the two was so hot, and he went from sexy man to hot bad boy really fast in my eyes. He reached down, grabbed the bottom of my dress, and pulled it up over my head, tossing it to the side. His hands moved to my back and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts spill out into his hands. I groaned, feeling his rough skin massage my tender breasts, and immediately, I needed more. I pulled his shirt off him and unbuckled his belt, taking time to undo the button and pull down the zipper. His cock was bulging beneath his pants, and I bit my lip again as I watched them slide to his feet.
He stepped forward and cupped my hot, wet pussy, rubbing his fingers over the satin of my panties. I moaned out, reaching down and grabbing onto his cock, my eyes widening at the enormity of it. He kissed my lips softly while he slid his boxers to his ankles before reaching out to do the same with my panties. As he rose back up and kissed my thighs, he stopped for a moment and gazed up at me. He dropped down to his knees and spread my legs apart, kissing my abdomen lightly as he slid his fing
ers through my folds. I moaned, leaning my head back against the door and closing my eyes as he pushed through my juices and pressed two fingers up inside of me.
I reached up and grabbed my breasts, feeling him begin to move them in and out of me over and over. He reached up with his other hand and spread my lips apart, lapping softly at my clit. I gasped, feeling the pure pleasure of it all, spreading my legs wider and running my hand down through his curly, blond hair. I could feel the heat burning inside of me as he started to suck harder on my nub, fingering me with an even, steady pace. I tried to move, but he pushed me back against the door, holding me there as he licked me further toward climax. I gripped down on the back of his head as he pushed a third finger inside of me, glancing up to see me scream out in pleasure. I began to move my hips, slowly at first and then picking up the pace. I ground my clit onto his mouth, feeling his warm tongue rub circles over it. I reached my other hand up above my head and groaned, wanting to feel him inside of me.
As he picked up the pace with his fingers, I began to pant, looking down at him with an open mouth. I wanted to scream out, to say anything, but I was left breathless at the feeling. I grabbed his head with two hands and tugged upward. He kissed my clit one last time and stood up slowly, his fingers still inside of me. His face was just inches from mine, and he looked deeply into my eyes, pushing his hand up and down as the tips of his fingers fluttered wildly inside of me. I gasped and leaned forward, kissing his mouth and then pulling back.
“I want you,” I panted. “I want you inside of me.”
He smiled and stayed put for another moment before pulling his fingers out and reaching around me, grabbing me by the ass and lifting me up in the air. He pushed my back against the door and grabbed his cock, gliding it through my juices and pushing upward, deep inside of me. I groaned, rolling my eyes and throwing my head back, feeling his body pressing hard against mine. He thrust his hips forward, digging deep and stopping, rolling his hips against my clit. I gripped down onto his shoulders and gritted my teeth, feeling myself teetering on the edge of orgasm. He could see it in my eyes and began to pound me faster and faster until I was screaming out in pleasure. The orgasm erupted inside of me, sending waves of pleasure through my veins. I gasped, digging my fingernails into his skin and feeling the hot juices inside me flowing down over his cock. He looked deeply into my eyes and grinned, tightening his hold on my ass and pulling away from the door.
He carried me across the room and laid me down on my back on the bed, pulling himself over me, his cock still deep inside. Slowly, he picked up each of my legs, one at a time, kissing my thighs and laying my ankle over his shoulder. He leaned forward and pushed in deep, grabbing onto my tits and squeezing them. I tilted my head back and moaned, never having felt anything as amazing as he did in that moment. Then, he opened his eyes and started to thrust again, this time with force and vigor. Our bodies slapped into each other over and over, echoing through the room. I reached out to both sides and grabbed the comforter tightly in my fists. I looked up at his hard body, his muscles flexing and releasing with every push. He was the hottest man I had ever seen, and it only made me want him more.
He unhooked my feet from his shoulders and bent my legs at the knees, pushing down on them and opening me up wide. I bit my lip and reached up, running my hands through his hair. He put his hands on both sides of my face and began to pump his hips up and down. I could have kept going like that all night long.
Chapter 19
Ryan
I pressed my body down into Sara’s tight, pink pussy, feeling the warmth of her juices pulling me in farther. I had never felt something so amazing in my entire life, and though I wanted to take my time, I felt myself losing control. I fucked her hard against the bed, slowing down and pulling out. I leaned forward and kissed her lips, sucking on her lower one as I sat up. I reached down and rolled her over onto her stomach, pulling her ass up into the air. She looked back at me and bit her bottom lip, pulling a growl from my chest. I pushed my cock even deeper inside her, breathing heavily and listening to her deep moans. She reached between her legs and started to rub her clit, closing her eyes and wailing in pleasure. I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to hold on. I grabbed her hips and pumped faster and faster, feeling her body convulsing beneath me in orgasm. She moaned loudly, her pussy contracting tightly against my shaft. I pumped harder, nearly reaching my peak.
As she moaned out louder, dropping her hand to the bed and shivering from her climax, I pushed in deep and held it there for a few moments before pulling all the way out and jacking my cock. She turned over quickly onto her back and smiled at me, watching my hot seed blow all over her tits and stomach. She rubbed her hand through it seductively, and I shuddered as the last bit dripped out of my cock. I reached up and leaned on her knee, catching my breath and chuckling. She smiled up at me with those beautiful eyes sparkling, and I jumped up to grab a towel and clean us both off.
I came back to the bed and pulled myself in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and holding her tightly against me. It felt so perfect, so right, and I never wanted to let go of her. Back in New York, I was a healthy young man, sleeping with my fair share of women. Never in my life, though, had I ever slept with someone like Sara. She was gorgeous in ways I didn’t know someone could be, and just the sound of her moans during sex made me want to come all over myself. She had bewitched me, and I didn’t mind in the least. In fact, if she asked, I would beg her for more because whatever she was doing, it was reeling me right in.
I had just had sex with her, just gotten through the first of hopefully many times that I would be making love to this woman, but I still wanted more. My cock wasn’t really in agreeance right at that moment, but I could see many all-night sexual encounters with her in the future. I honestly felt like I could make love to her for days, wrapped in those blankets, looking out over the vineyard and still want more. I felt like a teenager again with a libido off the charts, but I knew it wasn’t me doing it. It was her.
When I had gotten my breath back, and my heart had slowed down, I rolled onto my back and she turned over, laying her head on my chest, her body close to mine. I pulled the covers up over us and ran my hand through her hair, smiling at her. There were no words between us, but I didn’t think any words really needed to be said. Sara fell asleep right there on my chest, breathing deeply with her leg intertwined in mine. I watched her sleep thinking about how beautiful she was until I, too, finally gave in and drifted off.
In the morning, the light shined through the windows and across my face, waking me from my sleep. I looked down. Sara was still cuddled in my arms, her hair wild and all around her. She hadn’t woken yet, but that was okay because I was more than happy to wake her up. I leaned forward and began to gently kiss her face, one small peck at a time. I moved over her forehead and down to her cheek, pressing my lips lightly against hers. She groaned, smiling but not opening her eyes. I moved over, kissing her lips and feeling her kiss me back. She lifted her hand up to my face and pressed her mouth firmly to mine, running her tongue across my lips. It was sensual and hot, and she rolled over on top of me, straddling my waist and kissing me wildly. I could feel my cock immediately get hard again, pushing against her back as she ran her tongue over mine, passion in her kiss.
I pulled my hands up her thighs and over her waist, pushing down on her. She moaned into my mouth, her body grinding against mine. I loved that she was so passionate, so erotic in nature. Everything she did was like a seduction, or at least that was how I saw it. She reached one hand up and pulled her hair back beginning to rock her hips against my skin. She breathed deeply into my mouth, and I rolled her over on her back, our lips still closely locked. I pulled back and looked into her eyes, smiling.
“Well, good morning to you too.” I chuckled.
“Mmmm,” she said, kissing me again. “Good morning.”
“We have to get going on this getting ready thing, so why don’t we roll this over into th
e shower?” I said.
“Sounds hot and steamy.” She giggled, biting her bottom lip.
I growled, shook my head, and pulled myself from the bed. She watched me with a sexy smile as I disappeared into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and got in, feeling the hot water running over me. Just moments later, she got in behind me, running her hands down my chest and gripping my cock tightly. I groaned, feeling her hand sliding up and down it, wanting more and more. I turned and picked her up by the waist, setting her up so she was standing with her legs spread on both sides of the tub. I started to finger her, watching her throw her head back and growl. I watched, stroking my cock as she climbed further and further toward orgasm. Just as I thought I had her there, there was a knock on the door. She let out a deep exasperated groan, and I chuckled, jumping out and seeing who it was. I cracked the door slightly and poked my head out.
“Hi,” I smiled at the innkeeper.
“Good morning,” she said snobbishly. “I wanted to let you know that breakfast will be ready in ten minutes.”
“Gotcha,” I said, nodding my head and closing the door.
“She summons,” Sara said, standing in the bathroom doorway in a towel.
“That she does, milady,” I said with a bow.
She smiled and pulled out some clothes, figuring we should get down there before the woman came back. Breakfast was delicious, and she made all the best stuff from pancakes to muffins. It was very much needed after the vigorousness of the night before. I didn’t even realize how starved I was until I sat down at the table.
“Okay,” Sara said, eating some bacon. “What is the difference between a snowman and a snow woman?”
“I don’t know.” I chuckled. “What?”
“Snowballs,” she said already laughing.
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