Three Little Words

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied.

“You know that isn’t going to work.”

“Ugh! I hate when you do that.”

“Mmm hmm. Get used to it, I guess.”

“Like I have a choice!” She wasn’t really upset, so I started nibbling her ear. She sighed and closed her eyes.

“So, tell me,” I said softly. “What have you seen?”

“I don’t know why I even bother trying to hide things from you. You find out everything anyway.”

“Yep. Still, I’ll let you off the hook… this time.” I pressed my erection into her ass and then reached between her legs. “How ’bout if I get us in the mood instead?”

“I’m always in the mood where you’re concerned,” she said. Sure enough, her pussy was hot and very slippery.

I teased her hooded clit until I felt it swell with arousal. Then I lubricated my middle fingers and slid them down either side of it. She groaned and leaned back against me. I watched the couple below as I slowly fingered her.

Wren had straddled Trip and was riding him with her arms around his neck.

“She’s fucking him,” I told Christy softly.

“Oh my gosh, let me see!” Her breath immediately fogged the window.

“No fair! You knew that would happen.”

“Relax. You’ll have plenty of chances to see them have sex. Trust me.”

“‘Trust me,’ he says.” She gave a small snort. “Every time you say that, I get pulled in deeper.”

“Isn’t that what you want?”

“I don’t know. You’re like quicksand.”

“No, I’m just leading you where you want to go anyway.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Her breathing grew heavy as I vibrated my fingers on her clit. “You know just… what to say… to get me… to do…

whatever… you want. Unh! That’s it. Right there.”

I rubbed my slippery fingers over her clit and pulled back the hood to expose it. Then I cupped her breast with my left hand and tweaked her nipple.

Her body tensed with mounting pleasure.

I pinched her nipple and ground my hips against hers. My erection nestled in the warm crack of her ass, and she moaned as another tremor shook her.

She touched my left hand and insistently moved it higher, to her collarbone.

Then she rolled her head back and exposed her throat. My fingers closed around the soft flesh of her neck, and she reacted like I’d touched her with a live wire.

I gave her throat an experimental squeeze. She moaned and begged me to do it harder. I didn’t want to hurt her or leave a mark, but she obviously enjoyed it. So I squeezed again, harder, and she rewarded me with a soft cry.

At the same time a wave of heat and moisture flooded her pussy.

I gripped her throat and held her body against mine as the current of ecstasy flowed through her. She didn’t move or even breathe as her orgasm reached a peak, held there, and then slowly receded. For a moment I worried that she’d passed out, but then she let out her breath and went limp. Her head lolled toward me, and I felt her breathing slowly return to normal as she came to her senses.

“Oh my gosh,” she said softly, “they just keep getting better.”

“They’re supposed to get better,” I said with a chuckle. “Especially as we get to know each other.”

“But it’s never been like this before. It’s like you’re inside my head.”

“I am inside your head.”

“I know. And part of me is really scared.”

“But the rest of you…?”

“Is buzzing. And happy. And wondering what else you’re going to do to me.”

“You’d run screaming if you knew.”

“There you go again, thinking you know me.”

Trip and Wren were still on Eastern time, so they were up before us. Wren made Denver omelets for three and another for Christy without the ham.

“Wren, you’re amazing,” I said as I cleaned my plate. “I just realized how spoiled I am, how spoiled we all are. You chop up a few vegetables, mix a few ingredients, and produce… this! It’s delicious.”

“Thanks, but it’s really very simple.”

“Yeah, well… I think designing a building is simple. Christy thinks drawing people is simple. Trip thinks running a business is simple. But they all take talent. Yours is to combine a few ‘simple’ ingredients and create something everyone wants. And not just with food. You do it with pretty much anything you touch.”

“Why… thank you.”

After breakfast we walked down to the village, where Trip and Wren rented equipment while Christy and I browsed the latest fashions in ski apparel. She bought another headband, to match her pants this time, as well as one for me.

“It makes you look dashing,” she said. “Although you really need some proper ski sunglasses.” She picked out several pairs and had me try them on.

“Definitely the first ones. The black pair.”

They were cat eye Vuarnets with a price tag that made me do a double take and wonder if someone had misplaced a decimal. “Whoa, my old ones are fine.”

“But these look awesome. Very sexy.”

“She’s right,” the female clerk said. She was a cute brunette with a button nose and legs straight out of a pinup calendar. “They make you look like a movie star.”

“Yeah,” Christy agreed. “Like Matt Dillon or Rob Lowe.”