Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(96)
“Oh God,” I moan louder. He knows exactly what I want. He thrusts back and forth vigorously, then pushes in only, farther and farther and farther. I feel his cock getting close to filling me to the hilt. I squeeze his hand, whining continuously and loudly, but he doesn’t stop. “Ahh!” I moan, sweating and trembling, feeling everything.
The more I moan, the crazier his movements become. After a few more strokes, he gives a hard thrust with all his strength that nearly takes my breath away. Oh my... I love the sensation of his cock throbbing and pulsing as he cums in me.
Alexander Van Dieren
While I remain motionless inside her, I trace a line of kisses from one shoulder to the other, then bring my lips close to the shell of her ear and whisper, “You are incredible...” I kiss her again. “I’m so proud of you…”
She smiles broadly at me. Then we cherish and treasure this moment as much as we can, but I suddenly realize tomorrow night she won’t be with me anymore. I feel the harsh reality crashing down, taking my wife away. I shut my eyes, disappointed by the hideous truth: she’s not my wife, and I’m not her husband.
I don’t want to mess up by rushing her into marriage. After all, no girl her age would think about getting engaged, let alone getting married. She’s never mentioned anything about it either. I know I’ve got to be patient, take things slowly. But damn, it’s harder than I thought, much harder now, with my entire cock and cum deep in her ass.
Aspen, December 12, 2019
Petra Van Gatt
Painfully for me, we’ve got to head back to Manhattan at two p.m., back to the ugly reality of life. As I wake up and turn around, I find the other side of the bed empty.
I hear the sound of a door unlocking, then a slight squeak and steps coming closer. I grin, seeing him enter his—or our—bedroom. A paper bag in hand, he takes a tube from it and tosses it on the bed near where I’m lying. “Here.”
I grab the tube and read the description. “A vaginal cream?”
“The physician said this’ll do wonders to alleviate your pain. You may also apply it…you know… there.” I chuckle, seeing him so embarrassed. While I know I bled a bit after yesterday, the only pain I have is leaving Aspen and him. He sits on the bed, leaning toward me. “I’m so sorry for yesterday.” He sighs loudly, a disappointed expression on his face.
“For what?” I ask, confused.
“Sometimes it’s hard to control myself.”
I giggle and shake my head. “I loved every single moment.” I take his hand and entwine our fingers. “I’m yours. My entire body belongs to you.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Why?”
“It drives me crazy, dangerously crazy.” He reaches down to taste my lips. “You know what I love so much about you?”
My eyes sparkle with excitement. “Tell me.”
“You are curious. Very curious. I love it. Never stop being curious, Ms. Van Gatt. Curiosity is what makes life exciting.”
Although I beam at him, I can’t help but feel a squeeze in my heart at leaving Aspen today. After all, in just one week, I’ve had the most exciting time of my life. I’ve gotten so used to living with him; to sharing the same bed, the same shower, the same dinner table; to sleeping with him by my side; to having him here. Just like a couple. I hate the idea of not living with him in New York. I sigh.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
When can I move in with you, Mr. Van Dieren? But instead, I say, “I’m sorry, I’m just sad to leave today. I’m already missing you and we haven’t even left yet.”
He holds me tight. I love to be nestled against him, feel his scent, his heat, his heartbeat…
“I’m sad too, Petra.” He plants a long kiss on the top of my head. “But you have exams very soon, and you need to be focused this coming week. Otherwise your Dad will kill me.”
“I know…” I pause. “May I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Can we make love just once more before leaving?”
I glance out my seat window and heave a loud sigh at the view. This is it. New York. Alex is sitting right in front of me, looking at me intently, a drink in hand. “Your last exam is the twenty-first, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I reply.
He empties his glass, his stare serious, thinking something through. “Very well. We won’t meet or talk until then.”
I gasp in horror, my heart wounded.
“But, in return, I’ll pick you up and we’ll celebrate the end of your first semester at my estate. What do you think? You could spend two nights there before flying to Rotterdam.”
I smile joyfully, thinking about my reward. Being with him again, but this time in Bedford Hills? Alone with him in his main residence? There is nothing better! “Sounds like a great plan.”
Chapter 24
Columbia Economics, December 21, 2019
Petra Van Gatt
As I enter, I see that my usual group is already in the appointed auditorium, taking a last look at their notes. I nod to them while taking a seat. I’m as always the last one to arrive, just a couple of minutes before Mrs. Chilnisky. This morning, I woke up extremely excited and nervous at the same time. First, Alexander finally texted after eight days of terrible absence to say he’d be waiting outside at the entrance, and, curiously enough, he requested that I wear a dress, along with black lace thigh highs. I found it odd, but loved the idea nevertheless. Second, I have the terrible feeling I know nothing about the most basic principles of economics. I’ve spent the entire semester studying them, yet now my mind feels like a total blank.