"Let's get cool in the shower, dry off, and then use your bed." She said eventually.
We left the hot room and took a cold shower together. I could not resist caressing her globes and pulling her pelvis against mine. She held me tightly for an instant and then took command. She turned off the water and rubbed me with a big towel until my skin was pink. She fluffed my balls and stroked the towel between my legs and up my ass. She pulled me to the bedroom by my hardening dick. She was completely in control.
She pushed me onto the bed, making me lie on my back with my pole waving in the cool air. "Don't move, I want to take care of you, but if you move I'll stop." She ordered. She ran her fingernails along my inner thighs and down my belly stimulating me to a higher degree. Her nails drew circles on my lower body but never touching my inflamed sex. She continued to tantalize me taking pleasure in my discomfort and obvious desire. She pinched my nipples and raked my chest with her nails. Suddenly she straddled my hips and placed her vulva on the tip of my penis. I dared not move despite my desire to thrust myself into her channel. She continued to use her nails to scratch lines on my upper thighs and lower belly. This seemed to draw more blood into my engorged member. She had me on the brink of insanity, yet she persisted in her torment.
I bucked my hips involuntarily when she grasped my pole with both hands and rubbed the tip along her moist passage. She slowly lowered her wet lips around my rod. I felt every inch of her torrid passage with the sensitive nerves of my cock head. She was taking her time, controlling the speed and depth of my penetration. She was in no hurry, yet I was becoming insane from desire. My whole being was concentrated in the tip of my cock. I had never felt the insides of a woman's canal so intensely. Her warmth, her dampness, the velvet texture of her walls, and the rippling of her inner muscles were creating stupendous sensations of excitement. I wanted to discharge my desire deep in her womb but I dared not. I had to please her and give her the pleasure she was giving me. I had to hold on and wait for her to take her gratification at her own pace.
She did not increase her gait but continued the slow raising and lowering of her hips. I could feel her tighten her inner walls as she retracted my shaft on each upward push. The only sign I received to tell me she was nearing her peak was the tightening increased on almost each stroke. I refused to let myself go I had to hold on, but the stimulation was too intense. She clamped tight one last time and I grabbed her hips. I pulled her down to me pushing myself deep into her. As my seed boiled forth into her depths I could feel her rhythmic griping. Suddenly she fell forward onto my chest and sobbed into my ear; she was coming deep inside. Her hips rotated and pumped as she moaned her release. I was still squirting my semen as my balls emptied themselves. I held her tight wanting this moment to last forever. She had touched me deeply and I wanted to stay with her. She slowly straightened her legs and rolled onto her side pulling me with her. While tenderly kissing my nose and mouth she told me she was starving.
"If we are going to have another day like today we better eat well." She said. I told her there was food in the house but if she wanted we could go to one of the local restaurants. She felt there would be long lines at any place near the resort. She reminded me that she only had her ski clothes, so we had better raid the icebox.
We rose from the bed to take another shower together. We wrapped ourselves in big towels and headed to the kitchen. I found a good bottle of wine, served two glasses, and we started to prepare our supper. I recommended we grill the steak in the chimney and eat in front of the fire. She liked the idea and asked me to build a big fire so we wouldn't need any clothes. I filled the Vermont stone fireplace and lit a roaring blaze. The room warmed quickly and the sound of the fire made it seem even cozier. I lit candles and set place mats on the coffee table in front of the leather couch. I went to the kitchen to get the steak and wine and found Melissa preparing the salad nude. She was so lovely and sexy I wanted to embrace her and forget the dinner, but I demurred and set the table. While I burnt the steak, there was no other way in view of the blaze I had lit; she brought in salad, potatoes, and a big bowl of fruit. We sat naked on the couch devouring everything for we had developed quite a hunger. I cleared the dishes and returned to have her feed me pieces of fruit in her fingers.
Soon we were eating out of each other's mouth and spilling the juices down our fronts. I had to clean the juice off her breasts so I lapped her and nibbled her until she started to giggle. She lay back on the sofa and slid a piece of pineapple into her pussy and told me that was my dessert. My hungry mouth gobbled it and asked for more. She placed another piece there and I repeated my munching. Her hips started to push her vagina against my lips. I figured my dessert had just changed and I delighted in the new course. I fed on her lips and sucked on her fruit while running my hands around her nipples. They were sticky but getting hard so I pinched them gently. I dipped my tongue deep into her cleft and she moaned rotating her hips against my face. She spread her legs and told me where to lick. She took my head in her hands and pulled me against her twat. I could barely breathe but the feast was delicious so I continued. She started to buck and cry out as I felt her inner walls throb on my tongue. I pinched and pulled her nipples, and licked as fast as I could but she just kept moaning and cumming. Finally she pulled me up and told me to fuck her long and slow.
I entered her gently and could feel her pussy still pulsing around my pole. I slid in deep then retracted bit by bit. I had a hard time not pounding her I was so inflamed, but she said slowly. I controlled my pace and reveled in her softness. I concentrated on feeling every pulse of her body. My cock was my sensor deep in her cave imparting her rhythm to my core. We were moving as one, throbbing in unison climbing to the peak together. Suddenly her passion increased and her hips lifted off the sofa to impale herself deeper. I couldn't hold back and met her thrusts beat for beat. As my seed boiled out she pushed me on my back and rode me to her final orgasm of the day. Her climax consumed me and drew all my energy to her core. She lay on top of me panting mumbling some request to spend the night and then fell asleep. When I felt she was slumbering deeply I slid out from under and carried her to bed. I certainly had been lucky to find her on the slopes. Nothing could have made a more perfect weekend.
