Epilogue
Three Months Later
Melinda
We sat on the couch of Chris’ mountain chalet, now was our mountain chalet. I’d helped redecorate, and it was perfect. It was home. And to think—when I first spotted the ad for the job in Breckenridge, I’d had a feeling that I was going home! Though I'd been thoroughly tested and wanted to run away several times before it felt like home.
“We have thirty minutes to kill,” Chris nestled his nose in the crook of my neck, running his finger tips on the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.
“How much?” I tilt my head back while he licks and nips the column on my neck. My nipples bead in response and he must know instinctively because his hand comes up and cups my breasts, skimming his thumb back forth across the bead.
“Just in enough to make you come all over my cock.”
Those dirty words have never sounded sweeter. His hand cupped the back of my head and laid me down on the couch gently. Rocket growled and jumped off the bed, his nails clicking against the floor as he disappeared into another room.
“Sorry not sorry, Rocket,” I said as I wrapped my arms around Chris’s neck. Chris grinned right before kissing me in a feverish havoc.
We were in a hurry after all.
He hummed into my mouth when our tongues tangled, sliding against one another provocatively. He rocked his hips at the same time and his cock pressed against my throbbing clit under the thin material of my shorts. I broke the kiss and cried out when it zinged my body into a spasm.
“That’s what I like to see,” he said, kissing down my neck until he is at the neckline of my shirt. He shucks it off, leaving my breasts bare to him since I wasn’t wearing a bra. “Fuck yes,” he hissed when he saw there was no barrier between him and my tits. He kneaded them, massaged them, bit his lips as he watched himself play while still keeping a steady rhythm with his hips.
I was soaked. He could slide inside me without effort and have his way with me. My fingers clenched the material of his shirt and pulled it over his head. I needed skin to skin contact. My fingertips ran along the hard ropes of his muscle as his shoulder flexed when he bent down to take my nipple into his mouth. My back arched, trying to push it further into his mouth.
It took one hand and slowly moved the large palm down my body, causing shivers from the slight tickle sensation. He pushed my shorts and panties to the side and rubbed his fingers through my drenched folds.
“Mmm, so wet. Is this for me?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, pushing my hips down to try and have his fingers slip inside to ease the ache, but knew what I was doing. He held my hips down and pressed his thumb against my clit, causing more juices to flow out of me and wet his hand.
He growled. “Fuck, I can’t wait. I need to feel you now,” he leaned up and pushed his gym shorts down enough for his cock to pop free. It slapped against his to stomach, the tip red and angry with so much blood pumping it to full mast. A clear drop of fluid dropped down the crown and I wanted so bad to taste it.
He saw the look in my eye when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. “Later. Right now, I need to be inside you.” He ripped the condom open, tossed the wrapper on the floor and rolled the condom down his cock. He made sure it was secure around the base and then fisted the thick meat, guiding it between my legs. He didn’t take my shorts off. Chris kept them pushed aside and filled me up in one quick thrust.
“Oh, god!” I shouted, digging my nails into his skin.
He didn’t stop. He kept the pace quick and unrelenting. My breasts bounced and his arms flexed while he held my legs up, pounding into me with is strong pelvis. Chris mouthed kisses along my leg, brows furrowing because it felt so damn good.
“Melinda, fuck. You feel so good. I love this pussy,” he threw my legs down and held onto my hips, gaining support to ram his cock into me faster.
“Ah! Yes! Chris. That’s it! Don’t stop, don’t stop!” the plea came out as a broken sob because it felt so good. He hit my g−spot over and over again and that familiar fluttering in my lower abdomen ignited.
I was close.
“You’re going to make me come,” he said through clenched teeth, slamming into me as hard as he could.
“Fuck!” I screamed. This was the hardest he had ever been with me and I loved it. The faster he was, the harder he thrust, the quicker my orgasm came. “Chris!”
“I feel it. Come on, come for me. I can’t last much longer,” he said. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and did the thing where he tossed his head back, showing the thick cords of his muscles and moaned.
It was the moan that set me off. My vision went dark for second as my orgasm hit me, shaking my body, my inner walls clenching his cock with all my might, trying to milk him.
He planted himself, keeping his cock buried deep and trying to bury deeper with every squirt of come that filled the condom. He collapsed on top of me, pushing my hair from my forehead and kissed me softly.
“Now that’s how we should start every morning,” his breath puffed over my lips before giving me a gentle kiss.
“It is how we start every morning.”
