Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
They made sure we were happy, then departed, telling us there was a cocktail hour at the main hotel every evening from four to six if we wanted to join them. From the way Amy and Alex, as she insisted we call her, chatted, I had a feeling we would end up there tomorrow, as long as Mia was still okay. She, Holly, and Angela would be heading to the party soon, and Holly promised to watch out for her, although I wasn’t overly worried. Mia liked her friends, was excited about the thought of a sleepover with them and, with Holly and Angela there, wouldn’t feel strange.
“What do you want to do first, Chippy? Explore? Have a snack? Get naked in the hot tub?” I asked, hoping for the latter.
She laughed. “How about a quick walk, then the hot tub?”
“Perfect.” I wrapped my hand around hers. “Let’s go.”
It was a short walk to the main building, and we explored the many different aspects they had to offer. The resort had both an indoor and outdoor pool. Several hot tubs. I picked up a brochure, describing all the activities in the different seasons.
“We should bring Mia here in the winter. She loves to cross-country ski. I taught her last year.”
Amy peered over my shoulder. “Oh, they have nightly bonfires. Even in the winter. That would be fun.”
“And family cabins,” I mused. “We should definitely plan it.”
“I’ll ask Alex about it later.”
We walked back to the cabin as the sun began to sink. Amy shivered, and I grinned down at her.
“Ready for the hot tub, Chippy?”
“Yes.”
“Awesome.”
Ten minutes later, we sat in the swirling water, the steam vapors in the air around us. The view was equally beautiful from this spot, but even more so because of the woman beside me. Amy sat facing the edge of the hot tub, her arms draped over the side. Her skin glistened in the fading light, the solar lights dotting the landscape casting shadows around the tub. I handed her a glass of champagne and kissed her bare shoulder.
“It’s so beautiful here,” she whispered. “Thank you for bringing me.”
“My pleasure.”
She peeked over her shoulder at me. I was relaxed in the corner, enjoying the heat and bubbles. The view. The spectacle of her. She was far lovelier than the vista. Far lovelier than anything else I could think of. Her hair was up, exposing her neck. Her tattoo was bright against her creamy skin. She was sensuous in her simple beauty, making my body ache with desire. I smiled at her, taking a sip of champagne. She pushed off the edge, drifting closer. I tugged her to my lap, and she straddled me, our bodies aligning, slick and warm. I kissed her, our tongues stroking together in a slow dance of desire. Her nipples hardened against my chest, rubbing on my skin.
“Your pleasure,” she whispered, ghosting her lips along my jaw to my ear. “I want to feel your pleasure, Simon. I want to feel all of it.”
“I want to give it to you.”
She met my eyes as I tipped up my glass and gave her a sip of champagne. She gasped as I poured the last mouthful down her neck and followed it with my tongue. I set my glass on the edge of the tub and grasped her hips, pulling her down and letting her feel me.
“Hold tight, Chippy. This is gonna be a wild ride.”
“Perfect.”
I covered her mouth with mine, kissing her passionately. The cold air touched my shoulders and neck as I angled my head to go as deeply as I could into her sweet mouth. She tasted like champagne and Amy—a heady combination. She wrapped her arms around my neck, the heat of the water dissipating quickly in the night air. She moaned as I shifted, lifting her, then sliding inside her. The heat between us was intense. The steam from the water, the breeze that came off the ocean, the feel of her skin, some hot, some cold, all were distinct yet intertwined.
And the feeling of her. Of us. There was nothing like it. I would never tire of it. Never get enough.
Amy grasped the edge of the hot tub and began moving herself up and down. I gripped her hips, guiding her, making sure to hit her clit as we came together. I sucked at her cold nipples, listening to her gasps and moans, groaning her name. She began to go faster, her cries louder. I pulled her flush to me, cold and hot once again meeting and merging. I thrust hard and fast, feeling her tighten around me. She buried her face in my neck, muffling the low scream that burst from her lips. I slid my hand into her hair, holding her close as I bucked wildly, my orgasm cresting high and hot, and I succumbed to the mind-numbing intensity of it.