He thrust forward in one smooth motion, filling me completely from this new angle. The sensation was different. Deeper, more intense. I cried out at the overwhelming feeling of fullness.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he set a punishing pace. “Take all of me.”
I gripped the sheets, my arms shaking as he drove into me over and over. Each thrust hit somewhere that made stars burst behind my eyes. I could hear the sound of our bodies coming together. The bed shook beneath us with the force of his movements.
One of his hands left my hip, sliding up my back to fist in my hair. He pulled gently, just enough to arch my back further, changing the angle in a way that had me gasping his name.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice rough with exertion.
“Yes,” I managed. “God, yes.”
His other hand came around to my front, sliding down my stomach to find my clit. The moment his fingers made contact, I nearly collapsed from the intensity. He held me up with the hand in my hair, keeping me exactly where he wanted me while he worked my body with devastating precision.
“I want to feel you come again,” he demanded. “Come on my cock, Sylvie.”
The combination of his words, his fingers on my clit, and the relentless rhythm of his thrusts was too much. I felt myself spiraling toward another orgasm, my entire body tensing in anticipation.
“That’s it,” Kent encouraged, his movements becoming more frantic. “I can feel you getting close. Let go, baby.”
I shattered with a cry that was probably loud enough to wake the entire lodge. My arms gave out, and I would have face-planted into the mattress if Kent hadn’t caught me, one arm wrapping around my waist to hold me up while he chased his own release.
“Fuck, Sylvie,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering. “I’m?—”
He buried himself deep one last time, his body going rigid as he came. I felt him pulsing inside me. His grunts and soft curses filled the room.
Finally, Kent carefully withdrew and collapsed beside me on the bed. I immediately curled into his side. My entire body was trembling. That was way too much.
But oh so good.
“Give me a few minutes and we’re doing that again.”
I laughed. I wasn’t sure if he was serious. “I think I might need longer than a few minutes.”
“We’ll see,” he said. “You’re nowhere close to done.”
I didn’t know if my body could handle much more but he seemed to know my body better than I did.
“Tell me about your plans,” Kent said softly. “For the lodge. The tree farm. All of it.”
I propped myself up on my elbow to look at him. “You want to talk business right now?”
“I want to know what makes you light up,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “And thinking about this place makes you light up.”
I settled back against his chest, letting my imagination run wild.
“I want to restore the lodge to its former glory,” I said. “New plumbing in the older guest rooms, like you mentioned. But I also want to preserve all the original character. The wood paneling, the stone fireplaces, all of it.”
“What else?”
“I want to expand the Christmas events. Maybe add a Christmas market in December where local artisans can sell their goods. We could have live music, hot chocolate stands, sleigh rides through the tree farm.” I was warming to the subject now, my words coming faster. “And I want to start offering packages. Couples’ retreats, family weekends, corporate team-building events.”
Kent’s hand continued its soothing path along my spine. “Keep going.”
“I want to upgrade the rooms. Not change them, just make them more comfortable. Better heating, maybe add some luxury touches like heated bathroom floors and those fancy rainfall showerheads.” I paused, thinking. “And I want to build a few cabins. Upscale ones that we can rent out year-round.”
“That’s smart,” Kent said. “Diversify the revenue streams.”
I could feel myself getting more excited as I talked, the possibilities spreading out before me like a map. “And I want to modernize our online presence. Better website, social mediamarketing, maybe even partner with some travel bloggers and influencers to get the word out.”
