Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(94)

I pound her repeatedly, with more insistence, more urgency, rocking lustily back and forth. Her tits balance over the table, following my rhythm. I hear the slapping sound of her ass against my pelvis. “Fuck, you are soaking, Petra.”

And damn right she is. I feel her entire body in a trance. “Ahhh, faster… Ohhh… Harder, harder,” she begs with her slutty little voice. Jeez, how did she even pull that off?

I narrow my eyes, and with a grunt, I obey her orders, shoving hurriedly inside. Fuck, my mind goes wild and I need more. Devoid of any control, I lean forward and push the back of her neck down, forcing her to fall completely on the table, losing any support. I love to see her at my mercy, totally dominated. My hands grab her ass firmly, mounting her lustily like a beast. I rock as deep as I can into her, wishing to get farther in somehow. At that instant, our eyes shut with the intensity of our pleasure, I push one final time as deep as I can and let out a long, wild groan while pumping my cum inside. Then, nothing but the sounds of our heavy breaths and the warm feeling of my orgasm in her.

Exhausted, I drop my head down on the table beside hers, lay my hands on hers, and rest there for a while, enjoying her heat.

We hear only heartbeats.

I lift my head up enough to kiss her left temple, near her closed eyes, and as I’m getting my breath back, I murmur, “You drive me insane.” I kiss her once more. “So insane.”

Recovering my senses, I quietly push up and look down at my cock still inside her. I pull it out very slowly, then pull my pants and boxers up again.

She doesn’t take much longer to fasten her jeans and pull on her sweater. And before I can say or do anything, the little miss grabs her ski gloves, trots to the door of the terrace, opens it, and runs outside.

I’m perplexed but put on my gloves and my coat, taking hers with me, too, before I follow her out.

As I reach the outdoors, I find Petra already down the stairs in the yard, gathering as much snow as she can.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“We’re gonna build a snowman, but this time one of my size!”

“Last time, it was also your size.”

“It was tiny!” she snaps, rolling the snowball to become bigger and bigger.

Hell, we just made love, and all she’s thinking about is to make a snowman?

“Are you gonna watch me all day?”

I blink and find myself grinning. “That’s a good option.”

I walk down the stairs to the yard, the ground covered with snow, open her coat wide so she can slip into it easily, and help her form another snowball, this time for the upper body.

She seems as excited as the first time she came here.

“We need one more for the head, two small ones for the feet, and two tree branches for the arms,” she notes.

“Does he really need feet?”

“Yes, don’t be lazy, let’s go.”

I roll my eyes while forming another snowball for the head.

Petra does the small ones for the feet and puts them one beside the other. She smiles, proud of how the snowman is finally taking shape.

I take the ball for the head and put it on top. She brings two skinny branches and puts one on each side.

“Alright, we need to get him a nose, two eyes, and some clothes,” she instructs, before running inside the house. A few minutes later, she comes back holding a carrot, a beanie hat, a scarf, and two black olives.

“You know, it’s usually two buttons, not olives…”

“Didn’t find any buttons, Mr. Van Dieren. Olives should do the trick.” She looks intently at the face of her snowman, puts the carrot in the middle, and draws him a big grin. Then she gently thrusts the olives into his head, and her lips lift victoriously, seeing them holding still. She wraps the scarf around his neck and puts the hat on top. Her face radiant, Petra contemplates her snowman as a work of art.

“So? What do you think? Not bad, huh?”

In that instant, my eyes lost in hers, I feel my heart imploring me to talk about what I’ve had in mind since the day I had that dream, since the day I talked to Roy, and since the day we arrived. Fuck, stop. She just turned eighteen. Give her some time. “I’m so fucking blessed to have you here, Petra.” That’s all I manage to say.

She blushes, lowering her gaze, then reaches up to my lips for a lingering kiss. “Me too.” She looks back at our snowman. “We should update our picture in that frame.”

“Indeed, hold on.” I go back inside for a few minutes and return with a tripod and my camera. I place the tripod into the snow at the perfect distance to get everything in the frame, and mount the DSLR on it. I set the counter for fifteen seconds. “Alright, picture time.” She stands to the right of our snowman, and I move behind her, leaning a bit down near her shoulder, an arm wrapped around her waist. And we smile, holding our new five-foot-seven buddy. Click.





Chapter 23





Aspen, December 11, 2019

Alexander Van Dieren





“It’s our last night here,” she declares in a serious voice while we lie in bed, her head on my chest.

“I know...” I caress her strands of hair, trying to forget the terrible fact that I won’t sleep with her tomorrow.

She raises her head up and looks me straight in the eyes. “I want to do it tonight.” Fuck, she is so stubborn, even in bed.