Chapter 6

6

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H er hands were wandering.

I barely noticed it at first. The kiss had taken over every cell in my body. The second our lips met, I learned the meaning of the term “sparks fly.” Sparks were shooting all around this room.

But gradually, I became aware of her hand moving up my thigh. I’d been keeping my own hands on the back ledge of the hot tub, doing everything I could to avoid becoming like the guys she described—instantly going for the grope when I should be focusing on the kiss.

I moaned against her mouth when she reached my upper thigh. She hesitated and pulled back slightly.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” she asked.

“Oh, hon,” I said. “You don’t have to ask permission to do that.”

I returned my attention to the kiss. But despite my blanket permission, it was still a little bit of a shock when her hand wrapped around my cock. That was when I had to shift my thoughts to something else—anything to keep my mind off what she was doing. Holding out for her was top priority.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss again and said, “Touch me.”

So she wanted my hands to drift. Groping was something I could definitely do.

Fueled by her request, I moved my hand from the back of the tub and slid it between us, resting on her upper thigh just as she’d done with me seconds ago. I wanted to lay her out on a bed and kiss her from head to toe, but there would be time for that. Plenty of time. Right now, I needed to fulfill this ache I had for her.

She’d never stopped touching me, and I would swear each stroke was getting more pronounced. I needed to tell her to stop, but it felt so good. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the ledge, trying my best to keep my focus on pleasuring her.

That turned out to be the perfect solution. It distracted her from what she was doing enough that her movements became stilted and gradually slowed altogether.

But then I had a new problem. Her reaction to my touch was turning me on almost as much as her earlier strokes. Her breathing was growing heavier, and her hips began a slow, almost subtle gyration. It told me she liked what I was doing. More than liked it.

Would this be her first orgasm? She hadn’t said whether masturbation was off-limits. It didn’t matter. It would be the first orgasm I gave her—any man had given her, actually. And that filled me with a sense of pride I hadn’t expected.

“Oh wow,” she said, her hips beginning to move faster. “Don’t stop. That feels so…oh. Oh. Oh.”

Her movements on my cock stopped completely, which was a good thing for both of us. It gave me time to rein in my arousal and keep her focus where it should be right now—on herself.

When her back finally arched, she went very quiet, and I wondered if she’d suddenly remembered that we could probably be heard beyond this door. I had doubts anyone was out there. Not this time of day. People usually headed to the pool area at night after a full day of skiing.

Finally, she stilled completely, her back returning to its original position. And that told me she was fully satisfied.

But I wasn’t done satisfying her yet. Not by a mile.