Page 367 of 5+Us Makes Seven

“What do you think?” I asked her as I navigated through the snowy streets, glancing at her. She was looking all around in awe, her lips curled up.

“Everything is covered in snow. It’s so beautiful.”

“I forgot how long the snow could last here.”

“Yeah. And not only that but also all these decorations and lights. This is one of the things I just love about the winter season. It looks romantic.”

I threw another glance at her, wearing a grin on my face. “You like romantic things?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I wouldn’t call myself a sucker for those, but I do like an occasional bouquet or dinner with candles.”

For some reason unknown to me, my brain stored this information for later. Before I could further question myself why all of a sudden I acted like I wanted to go above and beyond to make her happy, I started talking about Denver and fun things to do during winter.

As much as I enjoyed time talking to her, I was getting impatient to get to the hotel. Now that we were alone in the car again, the sexual tension returned with full force, and I just wanted to reach that hotel room and take my time with her.

After what seemed like an eternity, we checked in and arrived at our room, both of us speechless when I locked the door behind me and approached her.

I slid her jacket off, letting it drop down, and placed my hands on her shoulders.

“You’re tense,” I murmured into her hair and brushed my lips against her forehead, feeling her shoulder knots under my fingertips.

“Yeah... Um, I’m a bit tired, and I’m afraid I didn’t sleep quite well last night...”

I stepped away to look at her.

“Why not?”

Her cheeks turned beetle red. “I kept thinking about what happened in your office... And it made me restless.”

I followed her lower lip with my thumb, turned on by her confession. “Do you regret it, Chloe? Do you regret what happened between us?”

Her answer came as a whisper. “No.”

A huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. If she’d said she regretted it, I would stop with my advances and go to look for another room. I would respect her feelings no matter how much I wanted her.

But knowing that she felt like me and didn’t regret it? It only urged me to get her naked and show her what the real pleasure was. However, I wanted to reward her first.

“Come here.” I took her by hand and led her to the king size bed in the middle of the luxurious apartment. “I want to give you a massage to relax you first.”

My cock began throbbing when she let out a pleased moan. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her ass as she lay down on her stomach and looked at me over her shoulder, hungry to taste and touch each part of her.

“Take off your shirt and unzip your jeans.”

My breathing became labored when she did what I’d told her, and I straddled her, pulling her jeans down until they reached her knees. She was only in her red lingerie, and I took several moments to admire her naked skin, finally able to see her without her clothes.

I adjusted my erection in my pants and sat down on her thighs, placing my hands on her shoulders. She moaned when I started massaging her in circles, working on her stiff muscles.

“Oh, Bryce... That feels amazing.” She fluttered her eyes shut and grabbed the sheets with her hand, her moaning becoming louder and more frequent.

I kneaded her back slowly, relishing in the sounds she was making as her hips slightly rocked left and right. I slid my hands down her waist and reached her lush butt, groaning when I cupped the soft flesh that was begging me to bite it, suck it, kiss it, do everything.

“How does this feel?” I asked her in a husky voice when I stroked her ass, my blood boiling in me.

Her eyes were still closed, her face a picture of bliss. “Mmm, amazing.”

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bsp; Deciding to play a little with her before I did anything, I brought my hands around her waist to her tits and cupped them. Holy Jesus. They felt way better than I had imagined. The contrast between softness and firmness was exactly how I liked it, and the size was even better. They weren’t extremely big, but they were big enough not to fit my large hands.