Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(90)

He turns the shower on. The water is so warm it starts evaporating. I step inside first. It’s slightly warmer than what I’m used to. I feel the first drops soaking my hair, my face, and my body. I shut my eyes, enjoying the heat. I hear him coming in from behind. He wraps his arms around my chest, bending just enough to place a kiss on my shoulder. I can’t help but lay my head back against him. He squeezes the tube to pour some shower gel in his palm, then starts gently rubbing circles over my tits to form a lather.

While he’s cleaning me, I grind my ass against his cock, provoking him. I bite my bottom lip in guilt and pleasure, feeling him. Oh... I can feel his heart pounding so damn hard and his warmth invading my neck.





Alexander Van Dieren





The idea she wants to try that hole is driving me crazy, but I’m determined to contain myself. She’s too young for that. I focus on cleaning her belly, ignoring her little game. I need more gel, but instead I feel her hand reaching for mine. She takes my middle finger, opens her mouth, and sucks on it. Dear Lord. My entire body shivers. My lips spread apart as I feel my finger in her warm mouth. Fuck, she’s such a naughty temptation.

“Try…” she timidly mutters.

Damn, I know exactly what she wants. After taking a much-needed breath, I decide to obey, bending her over, and she braces her forearms against the wall of the shower. I look down between her ass, and there it is. The holy one. I start to gently caress the entrance. My lips part in excitement. I feel my cock growing as I touch her, and her breathing gets louder. She then starts moving her ass around my finger, and I rub it between her movements. Damn, the simple fact that I’m exploring this part of her body makes me go wild. She moans with pleasure, and I’m getting fucking horny, but I know I’m not the only one—my finger naturally enters on his own. I gasp, looking down.

“It’s inside?” She knows perfectly well it is.

“Yes, now come here.” I grip her neck, forcing her to stand. I feel my finger going even deeper as she tries to stay upright. I suck her skin between deep kisses. “Does it hurt?”

“No…” she moans, rubbing the back of her head against my shoulder. I slowly thrust my finger deeper, my mouth wide open in awe. I continue to push in and out. Fuck, she’s so tight. I hear her whimpering louder, more often. She starts following my rhythm with her ass. “Don’t stop…” she breathes as I go faster.

I swallow and shut my eyes to not lose control of myself. Yet, my cock’s begging to get inside, to give her what she wants. But I have to resist. I never expected her to enjoy this so much and be so comfortable with it. I start to understand better the reason she asked me to make that promise, the meaning of her words to “try everything.” Yep, Ms. Van Gatt is that curious. Burning with desire to challenge her further, I bring my mouth closer to her ear and murmur, “Do you think Ms. Van Gatt can handle a second finger?”

She moans at my question, speeding up her movements. “Ms. Van Gatt can handle much bigger,” she replies bluntly.

Holy shit. How can she switch from an innocent girl to a delicious slut like that? I know she wants me to lose control, and I love her for that. I take a deep breath and bend her over again. While keeping my middle finger inside and remaining motionless, I delicately add my index finger to her entrance. Her body contorts at my touch. She moans, excited, scared, weak, impatient. I trace a line of kisses on her back, and while rubbing my finger at the entrance, I feel her ready to welcome it inside. I’ll go slower with this one—I don’t want to hurt her. I wet my lips and realize she’s touching her clit to keep up with the challenge. I fondle her tits with my other hand and thrust my index finger deeper. She gasps, whines briefly, bites her lip, and continues to breathe out, while rubbing her clit even faster. Despite being harder than she thought, I know she can handle it. I shut my eyes and can’t help but picture something other than my two fingers inside her ass. Fuck. She whimpers as I push deeper, now moving in and out. And the more I do it, the more I feel the urge to cum. I gently remove my fingers from her, putting them into my mouth, and suck them. Then I touch myself while caressing her back still bent before me… Oh Petra, you’re my little slut, aren’t you? I can’t help but groan loudly and cum on her skin, just like I did in Rio.

“Was it painful?” I ask.

She stands up, turns to me, smiling radiantly, and wraps her arms around my neck. “No, it was so good…”

I smile with pride before pressing my lips against hers. “Not sure if you know, Ms. Van Gatt, but someone has been ringing the door for five minutes. I need to go.”





Petra Van Gatt





I dress in a cozy oversized white knit sweater and my most comfortable floral cotton panties, and go to the dining room. I stand leaning against the wall, my arms folded across my chest, entertained as I watch him juggle between the kitchen and dining table with cutlery and plates in hand, preparing the dinner setting, opening the food packages, pouring the pasta into a main serving bowl, and filling a pitcher with water.

“Please, enjoy staring.”

“I should record this,” I chuckle.

“Why?” he asks, placing the cutlery on each side.

Oh boy. If he knew how hot he looked in his black denim jeans and gray Henley, with his stubble, and his strands of thick hair falling on either side of his striking blue eyes—“You look great,” I just say. “I’d make a fortune sharing it with the tabloids.”