He’s almost fully naked, and I still have my dress on.
Something about that power dynamic fuels me as I work my way up and down his cock.
My God, it tastes fantastic.
He’s clean, but there’s still a masculine musk to it, tempered beautifully by the cool March air and the snow surrounding us.
I remove my mouth and stroke his cock for a few minutes. I can tell by the twitches of his abs and the scrunching of his balls that I’m getting him close.
But we’re not even close to being done yet.
I stand back up and kiss him. Pretty soon, he’s cupping my left breast, tweaking the nipple with his thumb.
I turn around and he unzips my gown. I shimmy out of it quickly, revealing my light-blue lace bra and matching panties. I hang my dress next to his shirt on the nearby lantern and before I turn back around to face him, he’s unclasped my bra, letting my breasts fall forward. He immediately takes one nipple into his mouth, swishing his tongue around my areola.
I bite my tongue to keep from crying out.
Meanwhile, his free hand wanders south. He reaches under my panties and slides over the slick folds of my pussy. He teases the slit for a moment, circles my clit, and then finally—finally—inserts a finger.
I let out a silent gasp. He releases my breast and grabs the waistband of my panties with both hands, ripping them in half and leaving me in only my pair of heels.
Those panties weren’t exactly cheap, but I couldn’t give half a damn right now about them. Now that I’m almost completely nude, I take a few steps backward toward the stone bench and lie down.
The coldness of the snow stings for just a moment, but the heat of my body neutralizes it almost immediately. Harrison kicks his slacks and undies off his ankles—he still has his dress shoes and socks on—and climbs on top of me, hovering.
He leans down to my ear, nipping at it like I did in the restaurant ten minutes ago, and whispers huskily, “You’re so damned beautiful, Bianca. Your skin is almost as white as the snow you’re lying on, and your body… I’ve never been with any woman like you before.”
“I’m all yours, Harrison,” I murmur, arching my back.
He takes the cue and, after a few pumps to his dick, he enters me.
The heat of him against the cold of the snow—the extremes are too much for me, and I orgasm the moment his dick brushes my clit. Again, I bite my tongue to avoid crying out.
My climax spurs him on as he pumps into me. He starts slow and steady, but soon accelerates, the whole time rubbing up against my pubic bone in a way that makes me see stars.
I’m no longer on a snowy bench. I’m in a tropical paradise surrounded by palm trees, ocean waves, and fruity beverages. The sun is beating down on me, making me perspire just enough to give me a dewy glow.
And then I’m on the surface of the sun itself, fully enveloped by its heat.
Harrison continues thrusting into me, and soon a second orgasm is stirring.
This time I can’t help it. I cry out as I shatter beneath him.
“Fuck!”
Harrison brings his hand over my mouth.
We both eye the back door that leads to the courtyard, ready to jump off the bench in case someone barrels through.
No one does.
Harrison turns back to me and begins plowing me again. He keeps his hand over my mouth, though, and for good reason. Soon orgasm number three has me in tatters.
Then four.
Five.
I’m not even trying to stifle my moans anymore. Harrison’s hand muffles most of it. But I don’t care if anyone hears me. This is the most pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
