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She reached out with her hand, clasping his girth with her fingers, squeezing and pumping the stiff rod until precum began to glisten on the tip. She raised herself up higher and was going to lean down and take him into her mouth when he suddenly said, “I have another hole in mind. Get on your knees and hands; I want that juicy ass of yours this time.”

Ambra felt liquid drip out of her as she became even more turned on and moved herself into position. Instead of bracing herself on all fours, she bent her arms down until her ass was in the air and her chest was against the floor.

“Damn, woman,” he said as she heard foil ripping. Then Michael used both his hands to grip and caress her firm buttocks. She felt his breath on her and felt the kisses he rained down on her flesh, as if giving reverence to her globes, before he dipped his fingers into her wet core, stimulating her there.

“Here, put this underneath you. Don’t want to get rug burns on those pretty breasts.” She saw a flash of white and recognized one of the fluffy pillows from the bed. She did as he said.

As he plunged his finger into her, he added more of them until she felt full and wet. He then wet his fingers with his mouth and plunged one into her hole. He continued this way until he added another finger. Ambra moaned at the feeling of having both ends penetrated, her juices running down her legs.

Her first time being taken that way hadn’t been the best. It had been rushed, and her partner hadn’t taken the time to prepare her the way Michael was. But she had been okay with it. She was now very excited and needed to come.

Michael removed his fingers and braced his legs against the back of hers. She could feel his head at her rim, and he slowly entered before retreating and then pushing back in. They were both moaning.

“So damn good, sweetheart. So damn tight.”

He pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy and gave her ass a hard slap that had her squirting as he entered her completely. He then added his digits again and began to work them in tandem, his cock pulling out to plunge back in as his fingers withdrew and reentered. She began to cry out from the intensity.

“This ass and this pussy; all mine to take. You feel so fucking good.” He began to increase his pace, his thrusting now sharp and fast. He was moaning and grunting low with each arch and dip of his hips and fingers. She was so wet, and just like that, she came hard, pulsing around his fingers while they kept up their rhythm.

“I promise you this will be a weekend you will never forget,” she heard him whisper darkly. She was about to stiffen when he pulled his fingers out and gave her another slap on her ass that had her groaning. Then he entered her holes again and did that over and over until she came hard again, screaming his name as he shouted with his release.

He collapsed on top of her, both of them sweating from their coupling. He rolled off her and got to his knees, giving her ass another slap and watching the globes jingle as she lay there, panting and watching him.

“Don’t just lie there; the day awaits. Come on, let’s shower and get ready,” he said. She was glad to hear that he was at least out of breath. Then she squealed as he grabbed her and carried her into the bathroom in another fireman’s hold.

Chapter 6

Michael walked down the stairs, scratching his naked stomach and then rubbing it as it began to rumble. It was late in the morning, and he and Ambra hadn’t eaten yet.

He smiled because she was still passed out from the day they had yesterday and then the sexathon when they got back later that evening.

He’d planned a scenic train ride on the Golden Pass Express that took them from Montreux through Gstaad and Zweisimmen, ending in Interlaken, where he had booked a spa day. The spa had amazing views of the mountains from the pools and hot tubs, where they had relaxed before getting massages and enjoying a light meal.

On their way back to the chalet, they chatted as they marveled at the beautiful scenery visible through the big windows of their first-class seats on the train. They sipped their warm beverages and leaned against each other, enjoying the day. He had never felt so relaxed and aware of a person at the same time. The sexual tension between them and the banked heat was always ready to ignite. He now wanted her all the time and anywhere. But it wasn’t just the chemistry between them. He was now noticing her as a beautiful, desirable woman.

Michael found that he just wanted to spend time watching her laugh. Her laughter had always been infectious to him, but now he was seeing her as a woman and a lover—not his best friend. He had never noticed how plump her lips were and how he had to hold himself back from constantly wanting to kiss them. Or her smile, and how it lit up her whole face. Or those long lashes that swept down to cover her cheeks when she slept or blinked. The way her dark eyes widened when she saw something she liked and turned to look at him with happiness. That twinkle in her eyes when she teased him. The way he was constantly touching her, liking the feel of her skin under his hand. He even held her hand when they left the chalet and felt off when he had to release it to do something, or when she needed it. Then he would grab it again as soon as he could.

The clothes she wore made him want to take them off so he could gaze at the magnificent body underneath. He was semi hard in her presence all the time, wanting to again plunge into her soft, wet cavern. He could tell she was not immune to him either from the way her breath would quicken when he was close and the way she would lower her eyes, her tongue poking out to lick her bottom lip. That move always brought him to full attention. He found her cute and sexy at the same time when she did that.

Her moans and screams he could not get enough of either. It was like music to his ears, and he couldn’t stop himself when he heard her doing that. To his surprise, Ambra also moaned like she was orgasming in her dreams while she was asleep, and he took great pleasure in bringing more out of her.

He smirked. They had almost missed the last train back because hearing Ambra moan as the masseuse worked out her knots had driven him crazy to the point where he told the two women to leave, paying them handsomely to let him finish his date’s massage. They had looked at the amount and shrugged before leaving them in peace. He had to use the pillow to muffle her screams, or they would have gotten kicked out.

When they were done, they were greeted by a very angry manager and were told to not come back. Until Michael also gave him money, which changed his attitude pretty quickly. They didn’t have time for a quick bite but stopped at a small café, where Ambra ordered fries and was happy to see that they also served ice cream. He ordered fries too and then nearly upchucked his when he saw what she was doing. He stared at her as if she had sprouted horns. The woman was dipping her fries into her ice cream and making ecstatic sounds.

“What are you doing?” He made a face.

She grinned. “What, haven’t you tried French fries dipped into ice cream before? It’s delicious. Try one.”

She wiggled the offending piece of food in front of him.

“Nah, I’m good. Going to stick with the traditional way of eating my fries. That is just gross.”

She made an airplane motion with the fry to try and get him to open up, but he pressed his lips together firmly.

“I should leave you stranded here for that awful display—mmhmmph.” He reluctantly chewed on the piece of cold, soggy fry that she had shoved in his mouth. He tried it, he really did, and when it went down, it almost brought some of the other fries back up with it.

Ambra laughed and swatted his arm. “It’s good, stop playing.”

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