He tossed me on the bed and began to try to take off his belt and shirt as his slippery fingers struggled to grasp the buckle and buttons. He finally grabbed his dress shirt and ripped it open as the buttons went flying in every direction. His pants came off easier after that, as if the testosterone and adrenaline were rushing through his muscular body. He stood there in his boxer briefs, the outline of his bulging manhood pushing through the fabric as if it wanted to just rip through and pop out for me to see. I licked my lips as I looked at it, both to turn him on even further and because I was actually craving it against my lips.

  He climbed into bed and mounted over me, his body spreading my legs apart as he got as close to me as he could.

  I was still dressed, but that wouldn’t last for long. The only reason I stayed dressed was I loved the way he undressed me. After seeing him rip his clothes off, I wanted him to rip mine off and make me a part of his primitive nature.

  Roman leaned in to kiss me as his lips pressed against mine and small sneaks of his tongue danced with mine inside of my mouth. I felt his strong hands run down my side as he lifted my shirt up and exposed my black lace bra underneath. His right hand slipped under my bra and caressed my bare breast as he treated me like his little plaything. He pulled me up slightly to take my shirt off as his fingers quickly unclasped my bra and exposed my perky and supple breasts to the warm bedroom air. I started to breathe heavier as he looked down at my breasts; his face lowered as he began to suck on them and flicker the tips with his tongue. I felt myself getting aroused as my panties began to get wet and hot, as if they just wanted to come off. The bottom half of my body wanted to be exposed to this bedroom air just like my top.

  He went back a step, with his bulge brushing against my thigh, almost as if it were teasing me to just grab it and shove it down my throat. I wanted to pleasure him and watch him squirm the same way he had made me squirm during our first encounter. He slid my pants off and exposed my black lace panties, which I picked to specifically match my bra. I bit my lower lip as his gaze swept up and down my body, trying to decide what to do with me first.

  “I want to sixty-nine,” he said with a heavy breath.

  Sixty-nine? I had heard about that before, but had never done it, and was quite frankly a little scared to even try. This moment was so perfect, blissful, and primal, and I knew I had to keep the spice going before it was blown away and we were left with our lust being taken by one of the snowdrifts outside.

  Roman slid off my panties and flopped down on his back as he slid off his boxer briefs and tossed them onto the ground. I watched as he did; seeing his robust manhood springing out of his boxer briefs like it had been wound up inside.

  “Are you ready?” he asked as he stroked himself lightly.

  I nodded and mounted him, with my head down at his manhood as my flower was blossoming in front of his face. I grabbed his cock and immediately felt his tongue flicker against my pussy as if it were vibrating strongly. My eyes rolled back into my head and I smacked my hand into his thigh as I tried to keep myself upright. The shock quickly subsided and I was left with a constant feeling of pleasure as I grasped his manhood with my small hands; my hand not even wrapping around it fully.

  I put my head down and slowly slid him into my mouth as I looked up to see his toes curling as he finally felt my wet and warm tongue running up and down his shaft. His dick looked and felt much bigger than the toy he gave me, either because it wasn’t really of his dick, or because he was so turned on that it was about to burst. I wasn’t sure which one it was, but I didn’t exactly care, for it was in my mouth now and that’s all I had cared about.

  “I need you,” he said softly as he indicated this teasing was now over.

  I pulled his girth out of my mouth as his hands were pressed against my apple bottom; pushing me off of him. He quickly flipped over and was towering over me as he was rubbing his wet manhood slowly, as if prepping himself for what was about to come.

  He quickly surprised me by softly grasping my right thigh and holding it upward as my left thigh was kept on the bed. Even though he was being so primal and aggressive, he seemed to slow it down and be gentle with me as he realized I was a delicate flower that needed to be handled carefully if I were to be kept pristine.

  He leaned in to kiss me and I felt his throbbing shaft rub against my cherry as he was teasing me and making me wait before I finally got it.

  “Please,” I moaned, begging him to slide it into me.

  He kissed my lips one last time before going upright and guiding his manhood into me as it barely fit, for I was sure it had gotten bigger since last time.

  I grabbed the covers and twisted them, as I looked up at him with my mouth wide open in pleasure. I wanted to moan, scream, and everything in between but I couldn’t. It was as if the desires I had to make noise couldn’t be brought out of me no matter how hard I tried.

  He began to thrust slowly before the pace picked up as my pussy got accustomed to his massive length and girth yet again. I began to accept his entire size as every thrust of him rippled my body and made me smile. His thumb went down as he was thrusting and began to rub me, which completed the lust we had built up. He struggled to keep up, as the Italian dinner had made us both sluggish, but him more so than me. He pulled out of me, likely to change positions and make it easier, but I surprised him yet again as I pushed him back onto the bed and grabbed his manhood.

  “What are you doing?” he asked in shock, as I had never exhibited this kind of aggression before.

  “Just sit back and enjoy,” I said as I put my hand against his chest and pushed him down.

  He lay back and my hand ran up and down his cock before I wrapped my lips around it and began to stroke it gently with my tongue. I heard him moan softly as my tongue felt much different from my pussy. I wrapped my lips tightly around the head and popped them off as he grabbed the sheets just like I had always done when he pleasured me. His abs contracted and I could tell he was loving what I was giving him.

  “Oh my God,” he said as his toes curled and he twisted the covers so hard his hands turned beet red.

  I went faster as I took his cue and knew the end was near. He began to moan louder and louder before he couldn’t take it any longer and exploded inside of my mouth. I closed my eyes, unsure of how to react to a taste I had never had before, but I sort of enjoyed it. It was different from anything I had tasted before, and I knew it was his, and that made me love it even more. Besides, I watched him squirm as my lips pressed against his head and sent a shock through his body as if I had just zapped his nerves. It was as if I had done the most shocking and pleasurable thing I could ever possibly do to him, and that made me feel powerful.

  I swallowed his nectar and quickly jumped next to him as I could hear his heart pounding out of his chest.

  “How was that?” I asked with a smile as I licked my lips.

  “Amazing,” he faintly replied, as he couldn’t talk any louder.

  I put my hand on his chest and rubbed it softly as my fingers danced across his powerful pecs. If this whole encounter didn’t make him ask me to be his girlfriend, then I didn’t know what in the world possibly could.

  Chapter Five

  I woke up looking at Roman the next morning, which was our last full day in Aspen. I turned over and sat up, looking out the window at the snowy scene outside, as a small snow flurry was blowing into town and covering the ground in a nice white powder. Aspen has been such an exhilarating experience that I never thought could happen, and it was all happening with the most amazing man I had ever met. Roman embodied everything I wanted; everything I needed. He was kind, beautiful, and most of all, caring. He treated me like a princess and never talked down to me or made me feel inferior like many other guys had with their girlfriends. Well, I knew we weren’t dating, so I wasn’t sure if I could use that comparison, but I wanted to be more. I turned around and watched him as he slept and just wished I could muster up the courage to talk to him about it all. I wanted to find out if this was all just business, or if it was going to turn into pleasure as well. Could we leave this sugar baby and daddy relationship behind and start fresh in a different way? Would Jerome even let something like that happen? I had no idea what his and Roman’s relationship was, but I knew that I couldn’t have Roman in just this way I currently had him. I knew I wanted to talk to him, but I couldn’t do it just yet. I needed to wait until tomorrow, just in case things didn’t go swimmingly. The last thing I needed was to create a fight while we were still here.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he said softly as his eyes opened to the sunlight peering into the window.

  “Good morning, handsome,” I said with a smile as I held the covers up across my chest to obscure my naked body.

  His fingers danced across my bare back as they trickled down and tapped along the small bits of my bare bottom that were in view. I smiled as I looked back before he sat up and kissed me softly on the lips. Every time we had a cute moment like that, I got one step closer to believing we could be more than what we were. I wasn’t necessarily thinking we would ever get married or anything, but I knew we could at least have a loving and fun relationship. I really had no reason to think otherwise.

  “I have a surprise for you downstairs, but stay here so I can get it,” he said as he stretched before getting up and running out of the room.

  He had a surprise for me this early in the morning? We’ve been together this entire time, so I knew he didn’t go out and buy me something, unless he did it in the middle of the night during a snowstorm. I couldn’t really think of what it could be, but I soon found out when he walked into the room with a smile plastered across his chiseled face.

  “I had breakfast delivered, and wanted to give you a real treat of breakfast in bed,” he said as he carried in the silver platter and set it on the bed in between us.

  The spread was diverse and colorful, with everything from fresh fruit to waffles and even to scones and croissants. There was a little bit of everything, and everything that was there was fresh and fragrant, as if it was just baked and prepared before he brought it up. Roman fed me strawberries and broken off pieces of a chocolate croissant as the items melted on my lips and in my mouth as if they were made of cotton candy. I tried to feed him some, but he denied it and said this was all about me and he wanted to treat me to something magnificent. The magnificent thing I was being treated to was him, and not this food, but I was too nervous to say that. All I wanted to say was that no present or surprise he could conjure up would be as good as just he and I spending time alone together.

  ***

  “So, I really still don’t know that much about you,” I said nervously after Roman and I finished breakfast and turned on the news, which was lightly playing in the background.

  “Well, what do you want to know?” he replied.

  “Where do you come from?” I asked, starting with the simplest thing I could think of.

  “I was born and raised in Des Moines, Iowa,” he said as he watched the stock ticker go by.

  “Okay, well, how many women have you been with?” I asked, moving into something a little more risqué.

  “Eighteen. How many men have you been with?” he asked as he looked over at me, as if he were seriously interested in knowing.

  I panicked, not knowing if I should be so daft as to tell him that he was the only man I’d ever been with. I didn’t want to turn him off and make him think I was some little girl who hadn’t the clue of what it was like to be with a man. He had been with eighteen women, and that was a lot, at least to me.

  “A lady never reveals that number,” I said both teasingly and nervously, hoping he would take the bait and believe it.

  “Fair enough. Just know that I’ll be the only one you’ll need for a long time.” He leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips as our noses nuzzled up against each other’s.

  Okay, I was now certain that things between us were getting serious. If I were just some expendable sugar baby then he wouldn’t say something like I wouldn’t need another man for a long time. No man, if he didn’t want you long term, would say that, especially to your face. It was settled. I was going to confront him and hopefully my bluntness would pay off and I would be promoted from sugar baby to exclusive girlfriend.

  “I was thinking we could go to the lodge you so desperately want to see today. Maybe we could have a spa day,” Roman said as he got up out of bed and stretched.

  “That sounds amazing,” I said excitedly, as I had always wanted to spend a day at a luxurious and award-winning spa.

  “Then let’s go,” he said with a smile as he put his shirt on.

  ***

  “Welcome to the Serenity Seclusion Day Spa, Mr. and Mrs. Parker, we have been expecting you,” the receptionist said in a calm tone before guiding us down a long and dimly lit hallway.

  I always cracked a little smile when somebody confused me for Roman’s wife. Whether it was my desire to actually be with him or just the expression on his face, it always brought a smile to my face when they said it.

  The receptionist, a girl I learned to be named Anna, walked us down the hall before stopping in front of a room and opening the door. The room was large, with two massage beds laying in front of a large and expansive tinted window that overlooked the same slope I fell down just days earlier. The environment was serene, with calm music playing in the background, and we couldn’t hear the fun happening outside through the thick glass. I noticed some oils and hot stones nearby on a table, and robes laying on our beds.

  “If you two would like to get undressed and lie on the beds, your masseuses will be in shortly to begin.” Anna smiled before exiting the room and closing the door behind us.

  “So we just get naked?” I asked in confusion.

  “Yes, just get naked and get on the table. I’ll put the towel over you to cover up your bottom,” Roman said as he grabbed the towel off the table.

  Roman began to get excited, as I got undressed, as I could see his bulge in his pants as he came toward me and helped me get my shirt off. My head had gotten stuck in the hole, which was very embarrassing, but also a blessing because it meant Roman’s strong hands would get to help me out. He unclasped my bra and pulled down my yoga pants to reveal I wasn’t wearing any panties, to which he whispered was sexy beyond belief. As he leaned in to give me a kiss, I felt his throbbing bulge against my thigh as all I wanted to do was yank it out and work on it like the masseuse was about to work on both of us, by rubbing it vigorously.

  I hopped up on the table; my stomach against the bed, and Roman placed the towel over me and rubbed my back for a second before walking over to his table to get undressed and ready for his massage. His back was turned to me as he slowly took off all of his clothes, as if he wanted to let me sneak a peek just before the masseuses entered the room. He slid off his briefs and I saw his piece hanging down in between his legs. It was from this angle I realized that Roman was very well endowed.

  All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door just as Roman covered his firm butt with the towel. A masseuse and a masseur walked in with calm smiles as they introduced themselves as Helga and Hans. Hans was mine and Helga was his, and Roman looked nervous about having a man, who I must say was strikingly handsome and dashing, rub my naked body with oil, as he had to just watch. There’s something about a man seeing another man touch his woman that sends him into a frenzy, and I knew this was going to kill him on the inside. I loved the idea though, knowing that it would bring me a step closer to realizing a real relationship between us.

  ***

  Roman and I watched the skiers and snowboarders outside the window as our session went on. Hans and Helga were quiet, likely forced not to speak to the patrons unless spoken to for how upscale and expensive this place was. I couldn’t speak to Hans as he gave me my massage, for the experience was so mind-blowing and pleasant that a single word couldn’t escape from my mouth.

  Hans went above and beyond the call of duty, at least in my mind, for he massaged every inch of my body, excluding my naughty zones and stomach. He announced once he was going to do something called Reflexology, but I didn’t know what he was talking about and my mind was melting too fast to even reply back.

  Our massages went on for two hours before they announced they were finishing and that we could get up and dressed once they left. They both finished up and wiped off the oil from our bodies before leaving the room and leaving us alone, with me still in my bed not wanting to even get up.

  “How was it?” Roman asked as he helped me up from the table and gave me my clothes.

  “Amazing,” I said with an exasperated voice; the same way I was after he pleasures me.

  “You better save some energy for later tonight, honey.” He kissed me softly on the forehead and got dressed.

  I smiled as the butterflies fluttered about my stomach and gave me the love stricken schoolgirl feeling I had felt so many times before with him. I got dressed before Roman and I exited the spa and went back to his cabin to get ready for a surprise dinner Roman said he had planned. I guess you could say things are turning up, and there was no conceivable way things could go bad.

  Chapter Six

  I woke up the next morning with the most burning sense of nervousness in my stomach. The butterflies had upgraded into giant moths, and they were aching to get out of my stomach and fly all around the room. It was the day we were supposed to leave, with our plane leaving in a few hours, and I still hadn’t talked to Roman about escalating our arrangement. I had planned to do it today, but now I was wishing I would’ve done it last night or while we were at the spa and all happy. That isn’t to say we weren’t happy now, because things last night were amazing in the most sensual of ways, but I still wasn’t sure on how he would take things. I had never really asked a guy out before, and I knew this wasn’t a situation where I would just wait for him to ask me out. For all I knew he was still just content and fine with our current arrangement, and had no desire to escalate our relationship either today or any time soon.