Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(89)

“Oh gosh!” I hear her saying when I move down to taste her. Her body instantly bows. “Alex…” she gasps. But I proceed nevertheless, kissing and soaking her clit with my tongue, my saliva. I feel my brain intoxicated with dopamine. Her pussy tastes so sweet that it makes me go wild. I hear her moan again. Her breath is loud, her body trembling with every touch. She doesn’t realize the more she moans, the more it turns me on and the more I want to fuck her. I know that’s what she wants. But I’m not going to do it. First, I want to feel her at my mercy, tormented by desire.

“I need you inside,” she begs.

“Petra, you are very fragile, we should take it easy…”

“I don’t care, I need to feel you.”

But I ignore her and continue eating her out.

“Alex! I need to feel you,” she repeats louder, her tone more insistent.

I don’t protest further. Fuck, she’s too stubborn. I remove my boxers quickly. Leaning up on my knees, I start rubbing her clit with my cock. “Is this what you want inside?” I ask with a roguish smile as I observe her pelvis lifting, her mouth wide open, her body so needy for me.

“Yes, come inside,” she replies between panting breaths.

But I keep teasing her with my tip. “And why should I?”

“Because you are driving me crazy!”

“Are you mine?”

“All yours.”

“For how long?”

“Forever,” she nearly yells, craving her reward.

I spread her legs further and decide she is ready to get pounded again. I alleviate her torments, thrusting straight and deep. Damn, I forgot how narrow her little pussy is. “Did I hurt you?” I ask, instantly worried.

“No, keep going…” she breathes.

I heave a sigh of relief, but remain cautious nevertheless, pushing more gently. “You feel so good, Petra.”

She moans at me in reply. Then she bends her knees, supporting her ass with her arms to keep up with my rhythm. Despite her bleeding yesterday, she seems to be enjoying every single stroke.





Petra Van Gatt





It’s so hard to stop. The more we make love, the more desperate I am to feel him all over again. My body, my mind, my soul, my heart, everything is so addicted to him. We’ve spent countless hours in bed, yet time feels meaningless. Hours are just seconds. He’s perfect to me. He knows how to touch me so well, how to make me tremble, how to make me cum. After all, I’m not making love to a random guy, no, but to the man I will eventually marry. My heart always knew I would.

We’re resting in bed, cuddling and savoring the peaceful silence of the mountains. The last sunlight casting through the room makes everything even more sensual and mellow. His tongue is playing around my breast—he loves to see my nipples get hard at his touch—while my fingers are lost in his wild hair.

“We should have supper. Aren’t you hungry?” he asks, looking up at me.

“Indeed, I’m starving.” I make it sound like a naughty hint, but he ignores it.

“Should I order food, or would you like to try that fine-dining restaurant down in the village?”

My cheeks flush, and I smile softly. “I don’t think I’ll even be able to sit…” I confess.

“Really? That’s amusing…” He leans toward my face, close enough to make me feel even more drenched. “What are you feeling?”

“Well,” I start, clearing my throat. “It’s hard to explain. It’s as if my pussy has been violently used.” We burst into laughter. “But it’s a good feeling. She misses you already…” I insinuate while I nibble his bottom lip.

“Petra, I don’t want to have to take you to the doctor tomorrow because you are crying in pain. Today was already too much. You were still bleeding.”

But I give him a cheeky, confident smile. One he’s never seen before. “You know…” I bite my lip. “There is another hole you haven’t yet explored…”

He gasps upon hearing this, and gets up from the bed at light speed. “Forget it, young lady. Way too soon to do that.”

“Why? Why not?”

“It’s…” He tries to find the words as he dresses in boxers and jeans. “Much more painful…” He ultimately replies. “You are too young to even think about it.”

I frown and shake my head, annoyed. I hate when he brings up my age. Such a lame excuse. “I’m sure with you I will be fine.” I devour him with my stare and I can’t help but smile—I love seeing him uncomfortable, vulnerable, embarrassed, lost…

“You’re being very naughty.” He briefly kisses my lips. Does that mean he likes it? “I’m ordering dinner—you have barely eaten anything today.” With his iPhone in hand, he leaves the room to make a phone call and order Italian. He knows I love Italian food. He comes back to find me still naked lying in bed. “Dinner should arrive within thirty minutes, Ms. Van Gatt. I’m going to shower. Pay attention to the doorbell.”

“I’ll go with you,” I declare, standing up.

He rolls his eyes. “With one condition: you have to behave. Otherwise I go alone.”

“Pfff… Fine.”