I stepped out onto the biting cold of the back porch and shivered, wrapping my arms around myself. But then I saw the man waiting for me in the hot tub, and I swear, I warmed from the inside out.

"You joining me?” he asked without turning around. I looked down at my body. It was riddled with stretchmarks and a few patches of loose skin, nothing like his perfectly-sculpted abs and shoulders. I took a deep breath and gathered up my courage.

"Yeah, I am," I agreed as I slunk toward the hot tub and slid beneath the hot water.

As soon as the liquid touched me, I realized I might as well not have bothered with keeping my underwear on – I felt even more naked with them clinging to every curve of my body. Morgan turned his gaze to me, trailing his eyes over my body, and grinned.

"You look amazing," he murmured, shifting an inch closer to me. He was wearing a pair of trunks, but they were small enough that I could make out every muscle in his thighs. He was so damn strong. I could already feel myself getting a little melty.

"Feels so good on my muscles," I remarked, trying to distract myself.

"Are you sore from the fall today?" he asked, concerned. I nodded.

"Yeah, a little," I admitted. "But this feels nice."

"Let me give you a massage," he suggested. I giggled, feeling my cheeks heating.

"No, no, it’s fine," I assured him. "I’m okay, don’t worry—"

"Kari, I’m the one who took you out skiing. I think it’s only right that I fix you up, isn’t it?”

"Well, if you insist," I conceded. The truth was, I wanted to feel his hands on me again, badly. I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss we had shared in the restaurant, the impulse I’d given into to feel his lips against mine. I didn’t indulge myself very often, but around him, I wanted to.

He slid behind me, drawing me so that I was perched just between his legs. I looked down at our feet beneath the shimmering water, how close they were, and my stomach flipped.

Then I felt his hands on my shoulders, and everything else in the world seemed to fall away all at once. The heat from the hot tub matched with the firm touch of his strong hands was all I needed to finally give in and relax; he worked out the knots in my shoulders with his thumbs, skimming his fingers lightly over my neck. I was shivering, but it had nothing to do with the cold out here anymore.

"Hey, you’re pretty good at that," I remarked, trying to keep my voice light, as though we weren’t totally flirting right now.

"You sound surprised," he replied, and his breath was warm against my skin.

"Well, I didn’t tag you as someone who was much into massage," I confessed. He chuckled.

"I get a lot of them to help me maintain my fitness," he explained. "I guess I’ve picked up a few tricks over the years."

He ran his hands a little further down beneath the water and traced his fingers over my bra hook.

"You mind if I undo this?” he asked softly. "It’s sort of getting in the way here."

"Whatever you want," I agreed, my voice breathy. He didn’t need telling twice – he unclipped my bra and, as he did so, leaned forward and planted a kiss on my neck.

I’d never really known what it felt like to melt into someone, but right there, I felt as though I was utterly losing myself to him. The warm tenderness of his mouth, his fingers on my back, and his eager body next to mine: I wanted him. I wanted this. When he slid his hands around my body, taking my breasts into his hands, I leaned back against him, giving in entirely. How could I hold out when he was making me feel so damn good?

He pinched my nipples gently as he continued to run his mouth over my neck; he worked his tongue over the vertebrae, tasting me and moaning quietly as he massaged my tits. My pussy was already aching for him, but he seemed intent on making his way around every inch of my body before he gave me what I wanted, what I really needed.

My nipples swelled to hardness beneath his deft fingers, and I was struck dumb at just how good he was at this. I knew he had to have something going for him, given that he had a hell of a reputation with the ladies, but this was more than I could ever have imagined. I would never have guessed that he could conjure up this level of sweet, subtle tenderness, the kind that made me feel so safe with him. I thought he would be all rough and ready, which would have been just fine by me, but the way he was savoring me was so much more intense than that.

Slowly, he moved one hand down my belly, taking his sweet time and trailing his fingers along the top of my panties. They were soaked now, the outline of my pussy clearly visible, but they were the only thing that was keeping me from giving myself to him entirely.

"You want this?" he asked, purring the words directly into my ear as though he was already confident as to what my answer was going to be. I swallowed, centering myself and making sure that this was what I truly desired.

"Yes," I breathed. Without another word, he slipped his fingers beneath my panties and found my clit.

I groaned, the sound filling the quiet air around us, as he began to gently massage my clit with one hand while he played with my breast with the other. He leaned his head on my shoulder, watching the way my body reacted to his touch, and I could feel him starting to grow hard against my ass. I pushed back against him, wanting more, but he was only interested in pleasuring me.

"You’ve got the sweetest pussy," he murmured, stroking me slowly. His words were more than I could take, and I could feel myself getting lost to this. Usually, I was so self-conscious about my body that it was hard to truly let go and let someone pleasure me like this, but he seemed obsessed with me, and that was enough to lift my insecurities for now.

I soon found myself grinding back against his hand, my body begging for more once my mouth had run out of noises to make. He was so good with his fingers, touching me like he was worshipping at my altar, moving his fingers into the shape of a V and sliding them down either side of my clit to wake up every inch of my pussy. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me, but unlike every other man I’d been with, he truly seemed in no rush to get there. Most of the people I’d slept with over the years had always paid lip-service to the idea of wanting to make me come, but they had actually gone about the task as though it was an irritant between them and getting what they wanted. But Morgan – well, I could feel his hot breath picking up the pace behind me, and I knew he was getting just as much out of this as I was.

And that was all I needed to push me close to the edge, to truly let go and give in to the pleasure. He pressed his fingers directly against my clit, moving in small circles very softly, tantalizing me until my jaw was tight and my muscles were trembling and I knew I could hardly take any more of this. I parted my lips, inhaling deeply, the oxygen flooding through my body the same way the pleasure was.

"I want to feel you come, Kari," he murmured into my ear, and it was the sound of my name coming out of his mouth that eventually tipped me into orgasm. This movie star whispering my name, filling my head with his voice and letting me know how much he wanted to pleasure me – it was real, all of it. With a cry of pleasure, I gave in, my pussy pulsing as the sensations flooded all the way through me, filling me from top to bottom. I was trembling against him, but he didn’t move his fingers. He just stilled them against my clit, feeling the blood pulsing through my skin, knowing that he had been the one to get me here.

I thought he would be done with me at this point, but instead, he guided his hand down a little lower between my legs and slid two fingers inside my soaked pussy. I let out another groan, helpless in the face of how damn good he was at this, and he sank his teeth gently into my shoulder as he penetrated me for the first time. The pleasure was so intense that I hardly even noticed the pain of the bite; hell, maybe it even enhanced the good feeling, the shock of his teeth pulling me sharply back into my body.

He didn’t fuck me with his fingers – no, he was saving that for later. He curled his fingers around inside me, found my g-spot, and pressed down on the sensitive nub, rubbing it lightly. I writhed against him, bucking back against his hand, loving the way he felt inside of me. His teeth sank a little deeper into my skin. I was sure he would leave marks, but I didn’t care a single bit. I just wanted him to keep touching me, holding me, pleasuring me. He felt incredible. I tipped my head back against his strong body, letting out a long moan, and he hooked his other hand around my waist and held me tightly in place as he continued.

"I can’t wait to be inside of you properly, baby," he murmured, his words overheating my entire body. I could feel his cock pressing against me, but everything but the feeling of his fingers inside me felt as though it had faded away to nothing. I was grinding down against his hand, wanting him inside me, as deep inside me as he could go. I was craving him, craving his touch, his smell, and his kiss. He trailed his lips up my neck, brushing them softly against my skin as he tightened his grip around my belly to keep me in place.

Which was lucky because I was wriggling back and forth, my body squirming toward another release. I could hardly believe that I was already about to come again. I hadn’t even been sure that I was capable of multiple orgasms, but now I could see that was because nobody I had been with before had ever managed to tempt me this much and bring me such pleasure. But I knew that right now, I was helpless to his touch and praying for more.

Before I knew it, I was teetering on the edge again, rocking toward another orgasm, my body soaring to the edge of the pleasure that I had been craving so much. He pressed down harder, stroking inside of me, his mouth moving hungrily over my neck and my throat as his tongue dipped into my ear. And just like that, I burst around him again.

"Fuck!” I cried out into the silent air around us. I wouldn’t be surprised if the people back on the ski slopes heard me. He held me steady, keeping me on earth.

I slumped back down against him, and it was then that I really focused on the feeling of his cock pressed up against me. I moved against him, too weak from my orgasms to reach around and touch him.

"You good?” he asked, brushing his mouth over my shoulder, as though making sure I was still with him. I managed a nod.

"I’ve never come like that before," I admitted, and I finally turned around to face him, straddling him. I wound my arms around his neck and pulled him close, inhaling the scent of his expensive aftershave and the chlorine of the hot tub and the freezing air. The contrast of the heat of him and the cold of the outside was enough to bring me back to life. As the orgasm receded, my body was ready for him once more.

I slid my hands between his legs and stroked my fingers over the bulge in his shorts.

"You going to do something about this?” I asked him.

"You want me to?” he shot back. One of the things I loved so much about this, about doing this with him, was that he was determined to check in on me at every chance he got. He didn’t take anything for granted; he didn’t blindly assume that I was into everything that he was. He wanted me to enjoy this as much as him, and I wanted to, as well. I wanted to give myself to this, to him. I have never felt so at ease with anyone before – despite the way my body looks, despite that I know I am far removed from anyone he has been with before.

"Yes, I do," I replied before kissing him on the jaw and feeling the scrub of his stubble against my skin. He grinned and reached down to slide off his boxers, letting them drift away from us.

I leaned back and gasped when I laid eyes on what he was packing down there. He was bigger than anyone I’d ever seen – thick and long and gorgeously shaped. I reached down to touch him, but he brushed my hand away.

"Not yet," he murmured. I bit my lip.

"Then what?"

"Watch me."

I’d never had a man ask me to watch him before, but the thought of watching this man pleasure himself was enough to send another surge of need through my system.

He wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke himself slowly; he took his time, working his cock up and down as he looked deeply into my eyes. I let myself drift back away from him, taking a seat on the other side of the hot tub so that I could take all of him in.

He was so utterly gorgeous that I almost couldn’t take it. Watching him, I was reminded of the sex scene in the film of his that we’d watched on the plane on the way here. He had looked amazing then, but he’d been so cultivated, so carefully shot on screen. Here, it was different – here, he wasn’t doing it for the rest of the world, but for me alone. This wasn’t for the millions of members in the audience. This was a private performance, and I felt lucky to be able to be the one chosen to watch it.

"Take off your underwear," he ordered me, and I did as he asked at once. I slid down my panties and let them drift toward him before sliding my bra off of my shoulders. I ran my hands over my body, touching my breasts, my waist, and my hips. Normally, I would have avoided touching myself like this, too nervous about finding some part of myself that I didn’t want to feel. But when he was looking at me, I felt attractive – gorgeous, even. My imperfections seemed to slide away from me, just like my underwear had. I didn’t take my eyes off of him the whole time, spreading my legs wide and letting him see me.

His eyes traced my body like he was trying to decide whether or not he should just pounce on me right then and there. But he held himself back, continuing to work on his cock. I let my fingers trail over every part of my body, loving the way my hands felt on my skin. Loving even more the way his eyes felt on me. If this was what it was like with him just looking at me, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like once he was actually fucking me.

"You’re so fucking sexy, Kari," he purred, a small smile curling on his face as he spoke, as though he knew exactly the kind of effect that my name would have coming out of his mouth. I moaned, tipped my head back, and began to rock my hips back and forth. I slid my hand between my legs and began to play with my clit; I found that I was already getting close again.

But before I could go any further, he slid toward me and kissed me once more, his tongue deep in my mouth. My body melted against his again, and I wanted him – I knew I couldn’t wait a minute longer. If he wasn’t inside me in the next five minutes, I wasn’t going to be able to take it.

"You want this?” he panted into my ear. Even if I were sure this was a bad idea, there wasn’t a single part of me that could have asked him to stop right now, even if I’d wanted to. The only thing I needed now was for him to fuck me – to fuck me hard, to fuck me rough, and to fuck me until I’d had my fill. Not that I thought I could ever get enough of him, but we could sure as hell try.

"Yes," I breathed, and he scooped me out of the water and into his strong arms. Carrying me back toward the house, he held me tight as the cold air shocked my system.

We made it back inside the house, and he took me straight to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed. He slid beside me, reaching out to stroke my face as I admired his absurdly magnificent bare body.

"Tell me again," he ordered, and I closed my eyes and let the words flow out of my mouth.

"I want this," I replied. And this time, he was finally ready to give it to me.