Page 57 of Billionaire's Fantasy
When the room service arrives, we sit down to enjoy our breakfast together. The food is delicious, and the coffee is strong, which is just what we need to prepare for a day of skiing. We talk about our plans for the day and what runs we want to hit.
After we finish eating, we get dressed in our ski gear and head out to the slopes. The crisp mountain air hits me, and I feel invigorated. Amber looks just as excited as I am, and I smile at her.
As we make our way up the lift, we chat about everything and nothing at the same time. I am at ease and comfortable around her in a way that I haven’t felt with anyone else… that I haven’t had since my army days withher.
Once we reach the top, I run Amber through some basic skiing techniques again. She still remembers a lot from yesterday. She’s a quick learner, and it’s fun to watch her improve with each run. We laugh and joke around. There’s still an underlying tension between us that I can’t ignore, but unlike the last time when she wanted to stab me, this one feels a whole lot heavier and charged.
I don’t want to run into any conclusions, but I am pretty sure I overheard her masturbating in the shower last night. The shower was not doing a great job of hiding her heavy breathing and subtle moans.
Just the thought of it makes my blood feel warm.
As the day goes on, we tackle more difficult runs and push ourselves to the limit. It’s exhilarating, and I can tell Amber is having the time of her life. We take breaks to drink hot cocoa and rest our tired legs, and it’s during these moments that I feel closest to her, sitting here, blanketed in snow, living in the moment.
I pull out my phone and snap a few pictures of her against the backdrop of the snow-capped mountains.
As the sun starts to set, we make our way back to the hotel. We’re both exhausted but exhilarated from our day on the mountain. We make plans for dinner and decide to get cleaned up before heading out.
I watch as Amber gets ready, admiring how beautiful she looks in her evening dress. Her eyes sparkle in the light, and I can feel a twinge of jealousy when I think about all the other guys who must be staring at her.
But then she looks at me, and I’m reminded that I’m the one she chose to spend her time with. For now.
And for now, that’s all that matters.
“Do you want me to take some photos of you in that red dress?”
She smiles at me. “Not tonight, Jackson.”
As we make our way to dinner, I feel nervous. Amber and I have been getting along better, but there is still an underlying strain between us. I try to put on a brave face, though, and focus on enjoying the meal.
The restaurant is cozy and dimly lit, and we’re seated at a small table in the corner. We order drinks and peruse the menu, and I can feel the anticipation building. We chat and joke, and before we know it, dinner is over.
After dinner, we walk back to the room, our hands brushing against each other. I feel a jolt of electricity pass between us, and I’m not sure if it’s just the cold or something else entirely.
When we get to the room, I go to the window and look out at the view. It’s breathtaking, but my attention is quickly diverted when I feel Amber’s hand on my back. I turn to face her, and she steps towards me, her eyes locking onto mine. I can feel the heat of her body as she leans in and kisses me.
It’s electric and unexpected, but at the same time, it feels right. We’ve been circling each other for days, and now it seems like we’ve finally found our way to each other. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer, and we kiss again.
As we break apart, Amber looks up at me with a mix of uncertainty and longing in her eyes. I feel a surge of emotion as I realize that I want her more than anything else in the world.
I lean in and kiss her lips again, my hands running up her elegant red dress, feeling the smoothness of her skin. Our lips dance together, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. As we break the kiss, I whisper into her ear, “You look stunning tonight, Amber.”
She giggles and replies, “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.” We continue to kiss, and I feel her hands on my chest, slowly unbuttoning my shirt.
I move my lips down to her neck, nibbling and sucking on her soft skin, eliciting moans from her. My hands trail down to her waist, and I pull her closer to me. I feel her heat against my body, and my desire grows.
We make our way to the middle of the room, and she pushes me onto the bed. She straddles me, and I watch as she takes off her dress, revealing her beautiful body. I gasp at the sight.
“Protection?” her rough voice says.
“Pocket. Wallet.”
She reaches into my pocket, takes out the condom, and expertly puts it on me. “You’re so prepared,” she teases me.
I laugh and pull her down for another kiss. As we kiss, she slowly lowers herself onto me, and I feel her warmth engulfing me. We both moan as we move together, our bodies in sync.
We take our time, exploring each other’s bodies, and our passion builds. I hear her whispering my name, and I know I’m not far off, either. We continue to move together, and our pleasure reaches its peak. We collapse in each other’s arms, exhausted and sweaty.
We lay there for a while, catching our breath, and I turn to her. “That was incredible.”
