Sheletsme, her body softening, opening, trusting me again. Relishing her unique taste, I lick her soft lips, the sensitive patch of skin just under her clit, and grin the moment I feel her give in and comb her fingers through my hair. The sounds she makes take on a delighted quality, like she finally accepts that she isfucking beautifuland this is her due; and that, more than anything, is the hook for me.
This is the ultimate act of sensuality.
There is nothing better on this earth than the way Ally Montrose whimpers, moans, clutches her own breasts and pinching her nipples to increase the intensity. And when she groans and arches her back as she reaches the apex of the pleasure I’m giving her, once, twice, three times… This is a late Christmas gift I wasn’t expecting, and it’s the very best one.
If there’s anything in the world sexier and more powerful than Ally’s cunt, I haven’t seen it.
***
We are too warm. Too loose-limbed. Too entangled.
Let it never end.
Yesterday, with its snow angels, shower steam, cabin rules, the kind of hungry, completely-connected-to-each-other sex I didn’t realize was possible, and the lazy intimacy I’ve spent twelve years pretending I didn’t crave, has done something strange to my insides.
I keep waiting for the crash. For Ally to panic, or regret what we’re doing, or the moment she looks at me and decides we made a terrible mistake.
It doesn’t come.
Instead, she steps into the bathroom as I’m running the big claw foot tub for a morning bath, steam curling around her ankles, and says, casual as coffee: “Share?”
My brain bluescreens. “Share?” I echo, trying not to stare at the way the hem of my towel clings to her thighs.
She lifts a brow with a smirk. “Unless you’re suddenly shy.”
Shy? I would spend the rest of my life naked in this cabin with her.But sure, let’s call it shy.
“Nope,” I say, voice lower than intended. “Just checking you actually want that.”
Her smile curves slow and wicked. “Get in the tub, Woodruff.”
I obey with a dirty grin.
The water is nearly scalding, delicious on sore muscles. I sink in with a groan, the tub huge enough for two if we sit close. Very close.Deliciously close.
She drops her towel without ceremony, and my brain short-circuits again. Ally really does have a body to die for, tight and supple in a way that speaks of discipline and devotion to her sport rather than adherence to beauty norms; I know that any pleasing aesthetics are secondary for her, coincidental, and that if her sport demanded she weigh four hundred pounds, she’d do it. And I’d love her body just as much.
Stepping into the water, she eases herself down between my legs, her back to my chest. My arms move around her automatically, drawing her in, like my body is reacting on reflex. I can feel her skin against my dick, and it’s… God, it’s some kind of wonderful.
She lets out a sigh that dissolves directly into my bloodstream. “Unnnfff, this feels good,” she murmurs, stretching her legs along the porcelain, head tipping back onto my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I say, kissing the damp skin just below her ear. “It does.”
We sit like that for a long, lazy while. My hands drift under the water to her stomach, her hips, the curve of her thighs; nothing urgent, just longed-for connection. She traces the veins on my forearm, the shape of my wrist, my ribs, the scar on my shoulder from a horseback stunt that went wrong in season two.
It feels unreal. Too tender. Too…easy.
“This doesn’t feel like a mistake,” she says suddenly, surprising both of us.
Darling, you read my mind.I tighten my arms around her. “It really doesn’t.”
“But itshould,” she goes on, kicking up a little wave with her foot. “We’re stuck here, we’re technically former family, we’reabsolutelygoing to get judged into next year, and everything about this is… messy.”
“And?” I murmur against her neck.
I feel her relax as she smiles. “And I can’t bring myself to care right now.”
I smile into her skin. “Cabin rules.”
