Rachel

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ETHAN LED ME THROUGH the emergency exit doors of the pool room and across the snow-covered yard that led to the back entrance of the lodge. He held me against his side as the harsh winds and snow smacked against us, and when we finally made it to his room, he pulled me to his fireplace and sat in front of me.

Slowly peeling my costume off my body, he kept his gaze locked on mine. He slid his hand up my back and unclasped my bra—pushing it off my shoulders and down to the floor.

“Take off your heels,” he said, once he tossed my dress to the floor.

I obliged and he placed them closer to the fire.

He took off his shirt and jeans, placing them near my costume to dry, and then he clasped my hand and walked me over to the bed.

Without a word, he pushed me onto the mattress so my back was against the sheets.

He climbed on top of me, kissing his way up from my thighs, to my stomach, to my breasts—taking his time to caress every inch of my skin with his tongue.  Then he set every nerve in my body on fire as he repeated the route with his lips one more time.

“I have a question,” he whispered, once he made it up to my neck. “And I need you to give me an honest answer instead of one of your creative lies...”

He covered my mouth with his before I could respond. Controlling my lips, he rubbed his hands against my legs and spread them a bit.

“In one of your letters you wrote that there was an older art major guy you dated during your junior year,” he said, whispering. “You said he ate your pussy for hours and it was so good that he ruined you for all others...” He briefly bit my bottom lip and looked right into my eyes. “Was that true?”

“Part of it...”

He raised his eyebrow. “Which part?”

“The part about him being an older art major guy,” I paused. “That’s it.”

He let out a low laugh and shook his head. Then he moved back and pressed kisses against my thighs, rendering me absolutely useless.

Moving to the floor, he got on his knees and stared at me for several seconds. Then he grabbed me by my ankles and pulled me forward in one smooth motion, draping my legs over his shoulders.

Without giving me a chance to react, he buried his head in my pussy and sucked my swollen clit into his mouth.

“Fuck, Ethan...” I immediately sat up and grabbed at his hair. “Wait, slow down a bit...”

He didn’t.

He continued swirling his tongue against me, using his own rhythm to devour me. Each time I called for him to slow down, he paused and slid two deep fingers inside of me—all while letting his tongue kiss my lips the way he wanted to.

“Ahhh...” I cried out as my pussy began to throb against his tongue, as my hips writhed against his face.

I couldn’t hold back if I tried, and I fell back against the bed as an intense orgasm overpowered me and made me scream his name at the top of my lungs.

Shutting my eyes, I still felt him kissing my thighs. Then my stomach.

When he stopped, I lay still for several minutes.

I heard the sound of water running in the bathroom and rolled over on my stomach.

Minutes later, I felt a warm cloth between my legs, felt him kissing the small of my back.

“We’re not finished, Rachel...” he whispered. “Not even close.”

“What?” I could barely hear my own voice. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me.” He slid his hands against my sides, positioning me on all fours. “We’re just getting started...”

Gripping my hips, he slowly slid his cock inside of me—making me cry out as he pushed himself in inch by inch. Making me remember just how fucking good he felt when he was inside of me the first time.

He whispered, “You feel so fucking good...” against the back of my neck when he was completely buried inside of me. Then he slapped my ass. “Grab the headboard...”

We didn’t leave his room for the entire weekend.