Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(91)
“Very funny, Ms. Van Gatt.”
I move closer to the table and check what he ordered. “Why so much food? There are only two of us…”
“Well, I don’t know if the food is good or not. I hope the spaghetti alla bolognese is alright, at least.”
I shake my head in amusement. “Always so picky…” I realize it’s the first time we’re having a private dinner together in his house. Instead of face to face, we sit beside each other— Alex at the head of the table and I on his right side. I observe him, marveling as he puts some salad on my plate. I can’t help but picture what living together would look like. I don’t feel eighteen inside, but so much older. Maybe due to the father who raised me, maybe the strict education I got, maybe my love for Alex, maybe my own personality… One thing is for sure: I don’t fit the eighteen-year-old stereotype. While my friends dream of big careers, financial freedom, parties, power, and hooking up, I dream of living with him and spending every evening like this one.
“I have something to ask you,” he declares, looking at me.
I blink at his voice. “Sure, what is it?”
“Would you like to join me for Christmas at my family estate in the Netherlands?”
I didn’t see it coming. My eyes widen, and I try hard to keep my mouth from doing the same. I swallow instead. “You want me to meet your family?”
“Well, I know yours. So I think it’d make sense for you to know mine.”
“But…” I look down, pondering. “How are you going to introduce me? As your girlfriend? I’m not sure about that… Plus, I promised Mom I’d spend Christmas with her.”
“What if you just join me for the dinner we are hosting the evening of the twenty-fifth? You could stay overnight. If it makes you feel more comfortable, your father is attending, so I’ll introduce you as his daughter.” Since he feels me hesitating, Alex reaches for my hand, holds it tight, and looks intently at me. “I would like you to meet my mother, Margaret. She knows about us.”
I gasp in surprise. “Your mother knows? What does she know exactly?”
“Everything. She’s very much looking forward to meeting you.”
I’m still baffled but try to articulate properly. “Very well. I was going to leave Rotterdam on the twenty-sixth, but I guess I can leave a day earlier.”
Alex smiles radiantly. “I’m very glad. I’ll send a driver to pick you up from your house.”
Once I finish my plate, I stand up from my seat, walk toward him, and sit on his lap, nestling against his chest. I love to feel his body heat, his scent, his heartbeat. I’ve always found it so comforting. So I close my eyes and fall asleep.
Chapter 22
Aspen, December 7, 2019
Petra Van Gatt
I wake up with his lips deliciously caressing my shoulder, placing soft kisses there until they reach my neck, where they start sucking my skin so greedily that it makes my entire body shiver. It’s so good waking up with him spooning me. I realize I’ve spent the last few nights sleeping either on his chest or nestled in his arms. I wonder how hard it will be to adapt to my big empty bed back on Park Avenue. I can feel his warm breath near my ear as he nuzzles my hair. “Good morning,” he whispers.
Somehow, those two words sound so sensual and erotic from his mouth. I bite my lip, hungry for more, but he can’t see it. I recall how we didn’t make love last night, since I’d fallen asleep on him.
I start rubbing my butt against his pelvis. “Hmm… You’ll need more than that to wake me up…” I mumble, my eyes still closed.
He chuckles, but my ass teasing his cock is enough to feel him growing hard and long against me. “You are right. Forgive me.” His hands push my panties down, fondling my thighs. I twist at every touch. While sucking my neck, he grabs my waist tight, nestling his own legs against mine, and I squeal, feeling his first sharp stroke. “Is it better now?”
Oh God, having him inside me has become my new fixation, a powerful and uncontrollable craving—a terrible desire I’ve never experienced before. “Yes,” I pant. This is where you belong. I’d give anything to wake up every morning like this.
His hand moves down slowly until it reaches my pussy.
“Ahhh…” I moan lustily, while his fingers are rubbing my clit.
His breath comes out in short, heavy gasps, matching my excitement. Damn, my pussy is soaking; I feel his cock diving so smoothly inside. “Oh, Alex…” He keeps running his fingers over my clit in a circular motion, but more insistently. “I love it so much when you touch me,” I cry, barely containing an immediate orgasm. Dear Lord, his fingers know so well how to play with me and get me there in a heartbeat. I contort my entire body to resist cumming now, but it seems he has decided otherwise. “Ahhhh!” I close my eyes at the intensity of it. “Fuck…” He savagely grunts near my ear in response. “Cum in me,” I beg him. His pace accelerates. He tightens his grip on my waist, pounding into me harder and faster. His groans of pleasure set my mind bursting, sending me into pure ecstasy. I can’t help but moan louder, crying, “Oh! Cum in me now.” He keeps groaning behind me while ramming farther in. “Ahhh!” I feel his cock hardening and throbbing. He gives one last deep push with all his strength, and I’m brought to an earth-shattering orgasm the moment he makes my pussy his by filling it with his seed. “Oh fuck, why are you so damn good?”