Holiday Romance Collection - 6 Books Bundle (Erotic Romance - Holiday Romance) (23 page)

“No one can see us in here.  Besides, the next mountain over is many kilometers away.”

He looked over my entire body.  “You are way overdressed.  Let me help you.”

He flipped me around and unzipped me, then unfastened my bra until I was left in my black silk panties.

I went to scoot them down and onto the floor but he took my hand away.  “Leave them on.  It’s sexier.

We stumbled over to the bed, plastered together like two lost souls in a hurricane.  I could barely breath because I was worked up to a fever pitch and he had me so tight against his body that there wasn’t any space to breathe, anyway.

After he pushed me slightly we fell onto the goose down comforter and I almost sank into it.  “Help,” I yelled softly.  “I can’t breathe.”

He propped himself up off the bed and laughed.  “Sorry about that.  We do strive for high quality bed linens in the lodge. I think with this one, because you’re so tiny, we overdid it.”

He helped me up the bed, still on my back, so I was propped up.

From my vantage point I saw his body fully for the first time.  He was athletic and muscled, yet not a bodybuilder type.  You know what I mean?  His hair shone, even in the soft light from a couple of wall sconces.  I looked around his suite for the first time and it was huge.

Except for the spa, I felt it had overtaken the top floor of the large lodge.

As he moved backwards, still on his knees, he put his palms into the waistband of my panties and slipped them off, twirled them around on one finger, then threw them onto a side chair. 

I saw the glint in his eye as he looked at my sex then ran a couple of fingers over the outside of it, sneaking them closer and closer until he was caressing my clitoris between them, making it hard, and me antsy.

I knew what happened last time we were about to make love so I was dying to get him inside of me this time, before something else happened.  I figured that once he was inside me I could keep him there.

I leaned upwards and touched his erection and then closed my hand around it.

It made him shudder and he looked down at me and then gradually, excruciatingly slowly, he lowered himself towards the bed then pushing aside my thighs with his knees he lodged into me an inch then gradually, still slowly, he inched further and further until I felt my vagina expanding yet clutching onto his thick and large erection.

He went in all the way and then stopped and looked at me once again.

“I was waiting for another emergency to interrupt us. I don’t think I could take it.”

“Me neither,” he offered, as he pulled slowly out then very suddenly, started to pick up his pace and each time he rammed into me he did it with such force that I eventually threw my legs around his waist so that I could feel every inch of him.

He  was such a big man that the feeling of his erection going in and out was exquisite, and I stuffed part of the comforter into my mouth to prevent myself from screaming.  Wanting to feel even more of him, and every last centimeter of him inside of me, I placed my arms around his back and brought him down to my level on the bed and he then pushed himself inside of me with such force that I climaxed twice in the space of a minute.

After that he was more leisurely and after savoring every inch of him for another few minutes I felt him climax as well and then  still inside of me, turn me so that he could spoon me, and we fell asleep like that.

The door banging got louder and louder until it reached our suite and then the person making all the racket started to pound on the door with both fists.

I shrunk back into the bed and finally, Franz woke up and scraped his hands across his face then his fingers through his hair.

“One of your guests had too much party, it sounds like,” I told him softly.

The man in the corridor started to yell and this compounded with the door banging to such a degree that I thought the door frame would shatter.  Because he was yelling in German I hadn’t a clue what he was saying.

“Fuck!” Franz said loudly, swinging his legs over the bed and going over to a wall hook, he took a short robe off the wall and tied the belt around his waist.

He gestured to me and said “Stay here, bitte.  I’ll handle this.

After looking back at me once he pulled open the door and slipped into the corridor.

At first, I heard muffled words in German then as it got more heated and the voices rose, I heard a few English words.

“I live here too!” got interspersed with rapid fire German, then “Fuck off old man,” which I understood clearly enough, then a lot more German until I heard someone’s elbow hit the wall and more cursing and then it all stopped suddenly.  There was deathly silence for a moment and as the door creaked open I shriveled back under the covers until only my eyes showed.

Looking directly at the widening gap I saw Franz, clutching the door so that it blocked the man in the corridor from seeing inside, come inside, then quickly deadbolt the door.  I guessed that the unknown irate guest still wanted a piece of Franz because I saw and heard the door shake as he kicked it a few times,

Then, the German cursing got lower and lower until it faded off and I heard nothing more.

“What was that all about?” I asked him, worried.

“Just a sometimes guest who doesn’t know when to stop drinking.”

“It’s happened before then?”

“Often.  I don’t know how I’m going to handle him.  Sorry about all of that.  I hope he didn’t scare you too much.  You’ll think our hotel is a freak show the way things have been happening in your first 2 days.”

“Lay on your back, I told him.  Leave your robe on.”

His grim expression faded a little as I propped myself up beside him then sliding my hand into his robe I ran it down over his thigh then across his rapidly reawakening erection.  Suddenly, I leaned down and taking him by surprise I ran my tongue over the top of it and while he was distracted, I undid his robe belt and pulled it out from underneath him.

Before he could do anything I wrapped and then tied it around one of his wrists, looped it through a couple of slats on the headboard, then looped and tied it around his other wrist so the was tied to the top of the bed and couldn’t move.

I was then free to slip his robe off to each side of his body and simply look at him.

“Whatever are you doing Fraulein?” he asked, but with a slight edge to his voice.

“I don’t want you to slip away from me again.  I barely know you and we’ve been interrupted a couple of times already. You are all mine for the rest of the evening.”

“Well, if you put it that way...”

“I do.”  After I said that I straddled his chest and then leaned down and kissed him along his jawline, all the while feeling his erection growing and growing until it simply begged for attention.

I knew that I’d done my job and distracted him from the drunken guest so I raised myself up then ever so slowly I inched down over his erection until I was sitting on his lower torso and he was all the way inside of me.

It felt exquisite and I couldn’t move for a moment.

“Untie me.  I can’t move.  I don’t expect you to do all the work,” he said, sounding a little ticked off.

“I’d tell you to ‘make me’ but you can’t move, can you?”

He half growled and half laughed, but got frustrated and tugged on the robe belt which bound his wrists to the headboard.  After jerking and jerking on the belt until it tore, he was free and immediately sat up in bed, with me still sitting over his lower torso, and literally, joined at the hip.

“You American women like to be in charge some of the time, don’t you?”

“Yes. Do you like it?  I can leave if you want me to...”

“Not the first time and not now.  In fact,
never
,” he told me.

He place his arms and hands around my back and after scooting a little closer he took over and we continued to make love for another twenty minutes and he came first, then I did a few moments later.

He shook my shoulder.  “Wake up!” he yelled, sounding like a Germanic drill sergeant. 

I sat up suddenly, making my head spin.

“We have shower, then breakfast, and then ski lesson.”

“You’re not my boss so be quiet. I’ll get up when I want to get up,” I told him grumpily.

“My lodge and my rules,” he said, then laughed, and pulling me from the bed and throwing me over his shoulder, we went into the shower.

While I was still hanging over his muscled shoulder and staring at the tiles on the floor, he turned on the water and then sliding me down his body, he opened the door and handed me the shampoo. 

After soaping his hands he slid them all over my neck and then down my body, stopping and paying close attention to my breasts, which soon turned rosy pink and warm from all of the attention.

“Mmm...a massage and then sex and now a shower, then breakfast and then learning to ski with the boss.  What’s a girl going to do with all of the extra time she’ll have?”

“Extra time, Fraulein?  I plan on keeping you busy.” 

He slid his hands down over my sex then soaped me up.  “First, here.”  He slid his hands up across my shoulders, where he kissed me. 

“And here.” At that he soaped up his own erection then placing the shampoo bottle which I still clutched in my hand he picked me up and slid me quickly down onto his rock hard erection.  Because there hadn’t been much foreplay it felt tight.  Exquisitely tight.

I moved up and down on him a few times until he picked me up and I locked my legs around his perfect back and then after rinsing me off he took me from the shower and placed me down on a padded bench in the bathroom, still tight inside of me.

He withdrew then dried me off completely and I felt unfulfilled. 

Franz knew what he was doing though.  He knelt down in front of me and I thought that the cold marble tiles of the bathroom floor would be hard on his knees, but it didn’t bother him and instead, he eased my thighs apart and then kissed me leisurely all over my sex, and both inside and out, using his tongue and fine lips to great advantage until fifteen minutes later, I felt the biggest climax of my life wash through me in a shudder and it was right at that moment that he stood up slightly, slid into me once again, and then carried me from the bedroom.

I picked up a T-shirt, then a shrunken sweater that was still overly large, then after trying on a pair of his jeans which he hadn’t worn since elementary school, I thought I was dressed decently enough.  He wore a pair of soft suede boots, a pair of corduroy pants and a jacket which made him look extremely Austrian and a soft, long-sleeved blue shirt.

We went down the large staircase of the lodge to the ground floor and when Franz looked over at the mantel clock hanging above the fireplace he said “Shit!  I’m late for ski class.  I’ll call somebody to take over for a little while and after breakfast you can join the class and we’ll have some fun.  Would you like that?”

“More fun than we had last night...and this morning....twice?” I teased.

He grinned again.  “Maybe not so much.  Come on, let’s get some coffee and one of those large cinnamon rolls that remind me so much of your hair last night.”

“You’ll have to give me a good workout in ski class.”  I rubbed my stomach.  “I’m getting fat already.  The food in
Austria
is fantastic.”

He leaned down, nibbled on my ear, then  whispered into it, “I have a special workout planned for this evening.  It’s payback time for when you tied me to the bed.”

He was in a heated argument with one of the staff and Franz literally ran over to where he was standing, with me in tow. 

“Stop it!” he yelled.  “What are you doing?”

The man turned and I took  a step back.  Except for some age lines on an as equally as handsome face, the angry guest was a clone of Franz.

“Father, what are you doing?  You have to calm down.  The guests are looking at us!”

Jurgen Eigner, as Franz told me later,  had a strong will and as equally as strong a temper but when he saw me he stopped dead in his tracks.  “Is this the woman you were with last night when I tried to get in to your bedroom?”

“Yes,” Franz said resignedly.  “Why were you trying to get in, anyway?”

“I had too many beers and thought it was my bedroom.  Jetlag too, because I’d just flown back into town.”  He paused.  “Aren’t you going to introduce me to this charming lady?”