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“It’s going to be ok, Ronni. Don’t you trust me?” His confidence is there as always, but something is different. Something more serious, no,lustful, is behind his eyes now. Shit. Those beautiful green eyes. How have I never noticed them before? Something about them grounds me, pulling away the curtains of anxiety clouding my mind.

Back to the moment. Focus, V. Yes, I do trust him. I’ve known Tanner for years and for as silly and unserious as he can be, he was always reliable. Butthis?

“Yes, I do but this is-,” I start to say before he cuts me off again.

“Then can I?” He asks looking into my eyes then back down between my legs and back at me raising his eyebrows, letting his eyes finish his question.

Fuck. There’s that look in those eyes again.

My mind goes back to the thought of skiing just mere moments ago, trusting this man with our lives leading us across the mountain. Looking into his eyes now, it’s like he’s pouring his own confidence into me, sharing as much of it as I need.

After all, I did wake up fingering my clit, my pussy soaking wet this morning just at the thought of those abs andthat kiss. Fuck it. Maybe he’s right and I do deserve to feel good and relax for once.

“Ok, Tanner. Yes.”

By the time the last syllable escapes my mouth he already has my pants and base layers down to my ski boots. There isn’t enough time to take off everything and get my ski boots off. He pulls me to the edge of the gondola bench, effortlessly throws my legs over his head with those strong, muscular, sculpted from granite arms. His face is lost in between my legs.

Thank god I remembered to get a wax before we came. I was thinking we might end up in a hot tub for a night or two, but I definitely wasn’t anticipating this scenario.

First, he just kisses my body, right above my aching clit, which now desperately wants to feel his tongue. As if he was in my head, his next kiss lands squarely on my swollen pleasure spot. That little bit of touch is enough to make my legs and pussy clench. I moan desperately, not having been touched like this in ages. He doesn’t pull away after his next kiss, instead letting his tongue start to work on me.

“Oh god. Please don’t fucking stop.” I’m practically panting now, squirming, wanting more as he runs his tongue back and forth over my clit.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” he says with a quick laugh and what I assume would be that ever present grin. If I could actually see his mouth that is. But he already has it back to work as I look down at him, only able to see his shaggy messy golden brown hair. I run my fingers through his tousled locks and he lets out a small moan of approval. I can feel the sound reverberating in my clit. The feeling of his scruffy beard between my legs only adds to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

His mouth is wide open, his lips pressed firmly against my wetness, all of it. His tongue dances back and forth slowly, tauntingly from my clit to the outer edges of my pussy, teasing both just enough to bring me closer to the release I was craving this morning, but also leaving me wanting more. So much more.

God this is really happening. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched by someone other than myself and now I’m watching this insanely built, gorgeous man on his knees forme.

Just as the thought of wanting more entered my mind, I realize his strong hands are in motion. It’s like he’s slipped himself into my mind, reading my thoughts. His left hand works its way under my jacket and long sleeve wool shirt, stopping when he reaches my unlined sports bra. His hand rests over my breast, cupping it while his fingers teases my hard bud through the fabric of the sports bra.

Before I could even acknowledge him, he’s already started again. He manages to slide his hand under my bra and now I feel his scorching skin against my breast as he teases my hard nipple even more with a slight tug.

“Fuck,” he murmurs as he comes up for a moment of air, “your tits feel even more amazing than I imagined.”

With one hand teasing my nipple, the tip of his tongue is now focused solely on my desperately aching clit. I let out a loud moan, grateful that no one can see us or hear us through thetinted windows, the nearest car at least a hundred feet in either direction.

“God, Tanner. Yes. Your tongue. It’s. So. Good.” I can barely get the words out, practically stuttering. I feel just how eager he is with his spit running down from his tongue through my slit to my already wet pussy.

“Shit,” I moan, barely able to think, grabbing his hair and pulling him harder against me. “You’re going to make me come if you kee-,” I start to say before I feel a new sensation.

Tanner now gently starts to tease my dripping wet pussy with a finger. First, he touches the inner lips of my pussy with just his fingertip, all the while his tongue continues to push me closer and closer, flicking up and down my clit. He slides his finger in me further before firmly, gently curling it in acome hithermotion on my inner walls.

For a brief moment my thoughts are broken by an interloping sound, the whirring of the car passing a lift tower.

Shit. How much longer do we have? Are we going to be able to-?

My thoughts are taken right back to the beautiful, skillfully tongued man between my legs eating me out like he’s been starving for my body.

“Fuck,” I moan as he gently works another finger inside me, filling and stretching me even more. I can feel his strong hands work his fingers up to his palm, his last knuckles teasing the edges of my opening. This whole time his tongue hasn’t stopped and I feel a sense of tension come over my body, the kind that comes right before…

Oh my god, yes. I’m getting close. So fucking close.

“Tanner...,” I whimper. “Please. I want to come.” I’m so ready for this. It feels so good. My body keeps tensing and coiling up, ready to let go.

“Good. I want you to come so bad. Please. Come for me,” he says, his words muffled by my own wetness still in his mouth.

I thrust myself further into his mouth as I lace my fingers into his hair and pull it, pressing his face into my body. I hear a moan come from his mouth, as I push myself against him harder, rocking my hips forward. His moan is one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard and it’s enough to almost push me over the edge.

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