her vibrator again before slipping it under the thin fabric of her panties. She’s moving quicker now, wasting no time as she ramps herself back to where she left off.
My eyes drift to her nipples, rock-hard little pink buds straining against the sheer fabric. I will bite those nipples tomorrow, I lament and speed up my hand as I notice her breaths increasing and her little noises getting louder and louder. She struggles between closing her eyes and riding her pleasure to watching me as I sit up on my elbow and pump myself like it’s my last dying wish.
“I’m close,” she cries, her back off the bed now as she moans a deep sound. She wiggles the vibrator along her clit in quick, swift motions, her forearms tight with the effort.
“Look at me when you come, sugar tits,” I command, my voice leaving no room for argument. “I need to see you fully let go.”
Her wide, wanting eyes lift to meet mine and I wince as I try to hold off. I’m close too, so fucking close. But I can’t blow it before her. I need to see her lose herself just once…I need to cement the image of her writhing in pleasure into my brain forever.
“Oh God, Dean!” she cries out, her voice high-pitched and loud as her free hand fists the sheet and her legs begin to shake. Her lips part as she utters this long, weird noise that’s not exactly human sounding. She finally looks away and drops onto her back, her chest heaving as she struggles through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
My name on her lips when she loses herself might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. For years I’ve thought Norah was gorgeous from a distance. This perfect, untouchable, unbreakable snow globe. But seeing this other side to her…this sexually awakened essence beneath all the lists and organizing and business plans…it’s incredible. And it’s no wonder I couldn’t say no to her tonight.
I’m gripping my dick like a vise and the second I relax my hand, all the blood rushes to the tip and I’m jacking cum all over my belly and chest.
“Fuuuck, Norah,” I cry out as I fall onto my back, my entire body spring loaded as my cock pulses out the aftermath, dripping down my shaft and onto my groin. Jesus, I’ve completely lost myself next to this woman.
“Oh my God.” Norah’s voice is awestruck and I look over to see her staring openmouthed at the whole scene of me jacking all over myself like a teen who doesn’t know the trajectory of a good orgasm. She looks at me, smiles her innocent smile and says, “This is going to be so much fun.”
“We’re riding bikes down a mountain?” I ask dubiously over a cup of coffee as I sit at the breakfast counter in the fancy mansion kitchen watching Barb, a woman apparently hired to cook for us, butcher the omelets.
“Yep!” Lynsey beams from her seat next to me. “We take a big chair lift thing up to the top, rent our bikes and gear there, and then ride downhill. It’s a bunny hill type of route so not too treacherous. I have prizes for whoever comes in first.”
“That sounds fun?” I say it like a question because I’m not a super active person. I’m the walk through the mall in air conditioning type. Doing anything on a mountain besides skiing seems way too adventurous for me. I didn’t think Kate was super outdoorsy either, so I’m surprised this is our activity for the day. The itinerary said we were riding bikes but I was expecting the ones you can rent to ride around Aspen and go shopping.
Barb ruins her fourth omelet, splashing raw egg all over the gas burners and I can’t take it anymore. I push back from my stool and move around the counter to stand beside her at the stove. “Do you mind if I take over?”
The woman’s wide, worried eyes blink back at me. “Could you? I’m a fill-in for the guy who was supposed to be here and omelets are my kryptonite. If you can do better I’ll be your sous and we can split the payment.”
I press my hand to her shoulder. “I don’t want money. This is fun for me. We’ve got this.”
I grab an apron stashed in the catering box, and Barb and I find a rhythm in the kitchen as the rest of the group begins