The Chalet
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I took his erection in my hand. “Like you’re making out under the bleachers, trying not to get caught?”
“Something like that.” He glanced at his phone. “Four minutes and seventeen seconds.”
I put myself to work on pleasuring him. We knew each other’s bodies well enough to know just how and where to touch. And while I’d learned in the last six months how to delay my orgasm, I hadn’t frequently practiced rushing them. That’s what I wanted tonight but suddenly I wasn’t sure if I could do it.
I took his touch and drank it in like the thirsty woman I was. I allowed it to sweep over me and as my arousal built, I worked his cock faster with my hands. I knew very well just how long he could hold off his orgasm, but I’d never seen him rush it. Tonight we were both letting ourselves run uncontrolled by pleasure, and I had no idea what would happen. It was like a whole new level of mystery between us.
He lifted his hips up to my hand. “Fuck, Abby. You feel so good.”
My mind was on the two fingers he had inside me and the way his thumb ran over my clit. “Oh, yes. Right there.”
We were both so needy and our desire so urgent, it felt like no time had passed when my climax neared. He wasn’t far behind me, I could tell by the way his cock twitched. A few more strokes and I came around his fingers, right as he spilled into my hand.
We collapsed onto the bed. The phone’s timer immediately went off, and we both broke out in laughter.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that fast,” I said, wiping my hand on the towel he gave me.
“Me, either.”
“It took the edge off, though.”
He pulled me into his arms. “Yes, but not quite enough.”
“I feel so naughty,” I said with a giggle. “Like I cheated.”
“We better not talk about you being naughty at the moment.” His arms tightened around me and his tone grew serious. “You know, I can’t help but think that even though tonight and this evening didn’t go as planned, the day couldn’t have been more perfect.”
I ran a hand along his arms. “You’re officially mine forever and always. It doesn’t get better than that.”
I thought we’d spend some time talking; after all, it was our wedding day. But the crush of the day’s events caught up with us, and we drifted off to sleep after a few minutes of whispers and soft kisses.
***
I woke up to soft sunlight streaming through the plane windows about an hour before we landed. It took me a minute to realize it was probably close to noon in Europe, even though my body thought it early morning. I’d never been a big world traveler, so time changes always did me in.
Zermatt, Switzerland didn’t allow cars to be driven into town. We flew into Sion, where we had to transfer to a helicopter. The short ride only took fifteen minutes, but I was captivated by the scenery. Everything was a crisp white and looked so calm and serene.
After landing in Zermatt, we took a taxi to our chalet. Nathaniel pointed out the Matterhorn in the distance, looming high above everything. I loved the fact that the ban on any vehicle that wasn’t electric also meant the absence of any smog that would hamper our view of the majestic sight.
“Is that it?” I asked as a three-story chalet built into the side of a mountain came into view.
Nathaniel glanced at the taxi’s GPS and looked again at the building. “Yes, that’s it.”
“It’s magnificent.”
“Looks even better in person than it did in the pictures I saw before I rented it.”
From the information we had, we knew there was an indoor pool and sauna on the lower level, a living room and kitchen on the main floor, and the master bedroom on the top floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the town. We were secluded enough so that our nearest neighbors weren’t visible, but the village was just a short car ride away. And because of the location, we could walk right outside of the house and ski.
Nathaniel reached over and took my hand. “So glad we made it before the storm hit, even though we had to cut out early last night.”
“I’d do it again in a minute,” I said as we pulled into the driveway.
“Me, too.”
The taxi came to a stop. Nathaniel sat back in the seat for a minute. “I don’t know about you, but I’m in desperate need of a shower.”
“A shower sounds perfect.” Especially if he would join me.
“Why don’t you go on inside and hit the bathroom? I’ll bring the luggage in and make sure the kitchen’s stocked the way we requested.”
“Something like that.” He glanced at his phone. “Four minutes and seventeen seconds.”
I put myself to work on pleasuring him. We knew each other’s bodies well enough to know just how and where to touch. And while I’d learned in the last six months how to delay my orgasm, I hadn’t frequently practiced rushing them. That’s what I wanted tonight but suddenly I wasn’t sure if I could do it.
I took his touch and drank it in like the thirsty woman I was. I allowed it to sweep over me and as my arousal built, I worked his cock faster with my hands. I knew very well just how long he could hold off his orgasm, but I’d never seen him rush it. Tonight we were both letting ourselves run uncontrolled by pleasure, and I had no idea what would happen. It was like a whole new level of mystery between us.
He lifted his hips up to my hand. “Fuck, Abby. You feel so good.”
My mind was on the two fingers he had inside me and the way his thumb ran over my clit. “Oh, yes. Right there.”
We were both so needy and our desire so urgent, it felt like no time had passed when my climax neared. He wasn’t far behind me, I could tell by the way his cock twitched. A few more strokes and I came around his fingers, right as he spilled into my hand.
We collapsed onto the bed. The phone’s timer immediately went off, and we both broke out in laughter.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that fast,” I said, wiping my hand on the towel he gave me.
“Me, either.”
“It took the edge off, though.”
He pulled me into his arms. “Yes, but not quite enough.”
“I feel so naughty,” I said with a giggle. “Like I cheated.”
“We better not talk about you being naughty at the moment.” His arms tightened around me and his tone grew serious. “You know, I can’t help but think that even though tonight and this evening didn’t go as planned, the day couldn’t have been more perfect.”
I ran a hand along his arms. “You’re officially mine forever and always. It doesn’t get better than that.”
I thought we’d spend some time talking; after all, it was our wedding day. But the crush of the day’s events caught up with us, and we drifted off to sleep after a few minutes of whispers and soft kisses.
***
I woke up to soft sunlight streaming through the plane windows about an hour before we landed. It took me a minute to realize it was probably close to noon in Europe, even though my body thought it early morning. I’d never been a big world traveler, so time changes always did me in.
Zermatt, Switzerland didn’t allow cars to be driven into town. We flew into Sion, where we had to transfer to a helicopter. The short ride only took fifteen minutes, but I was captivated by the scenery. Everything was a crisp white and looked so calm and serene.
After landing in Zermatt, we took a taxi to our chalet. Nathaniel pointed out the Matterhorn in the distance, looming high above everything. I loved the fact that the ban on any vehicle that wasn’t electric also meant the absence of any smog that would hamper our view of the majestic sight.
“Is that it?” I asked as a three-story chalet built into the side of a mountain came into view.
Nathaniel glanced at the taxi’s GPS and looked again at the building. “Yes, that’s it.”
“It’s magnificent.”
“Looks even better in person than it did in the pictures I saw before I rented it.”
From the information we had, we knew there was an indoor pool and sauna on the lower level, a living room and kitchen on the main floor, and the master bedroom on the top floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the town. We were secluded enough so that our nearest neighbors weren’t visible, but the village was just a short car ride away. And because of the location, we could walk right outside of the house and ski.
Nathaniel reached over and took my hand. “So glad we made it before the storm hit, even though we had to cut out early last night.”
“I’d do it again in a minute,” I said as we pulled into the driveway.
“Me, too.”
The taxi came to a stop. Nathaniel sat back in the seat for a minute. “I don’t know about you, but I’m in desperate need of a shower.”
“A shower sounds perfect.” Especially if he would join me.
“Why don’t you go on inside and hit the bathroom? I’ll bring the luggage in and make sure the kitchen’s stocked the way we requested.”
