The Chalet Lesson

The mountain air was thin and cold, but inside the chalet, the fire crackled and the heat was thick enough to make my skin prickle. I’d been training Lena for six months, and every session had this undercurrent—the way her eyes lingered on my hands when I adjusted her form, the sharp inhale when I pressed a palm to her lower back. Tonight, the gym was a hundred miles away. We were alone, snowed in, and the tension had finally snapped.

“You’re tense,” I said, my voice low as I stood behind her. She was in a thin tank top and yoga pants, her dark hair pulled into a messy bun. I pressed my thumbs into the knots at her shoulders, and she let out a breath that was almost a moan.

“I’ve been tense for weeks,” she murmured, tilting her head back to look at me. Her lips were parted, her pupils wide. “But I don’t think that’s what you’re here to fix.”

I didn’t answer. I just slid my hands down her arms, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin. She turned to face me, and the space between us vanished. Her hand came up to my chest, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt.

“I’ve wanted this,” she whispered. “Every time you told me to push harder, I was imagining you pushing me against the wall.”

I grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against me, my cock already straining against my jeans. “Then let’s not waste time.”

We stumbled toward the sheepskin rug in front of the fire, her clothes coming off in a tangle of fabric and eager hands. Her breasts spilled out of her bra, nipples hard and pink, and I bent to take one in my mouth, sucking hard while she gasped and dug her nails into my shoulders. The sounds of the fire and her soft moans filled the room, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to hear her beg.

“Turn around,” I growled, and she obeyed, dropping to her hands and knees on the rug. Her ass was round and firm, the yoga pants now pooled at her ankles. I yanked them off, then her panties, and my mouth went dry at the sight of her bare, glistening pussy.

I knelt behind her, spreading her cheeks with my thumbs. She shivered, and I heard her breath catch. I leaned in and dragged my tongue along the seam of her ass, from her wet slit up to her tight, puckered hole. She cried out, a high, sharp sound that cut through the crackling fire.

“Oh, fuck,” she breathed.

I did it again, slower, circling that forbidden entrance with the tip of my tongue. Her hips pushed back, grinding against my face, and I could taste her—sweat and musk and arousal. I buried my face between her cheeks, licking and probing, and she moaned my name like a prayer.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, I need more.”

I gave her more. I pushed my tongue inside her ass, fucking her with it, and she cried out, her knees sliding apart on the rug. Her fingers clawed at the sheepskin, and she was trembling, her whole body shaking.

“You like that?” I asked, pulling back just long enough to speak.

“Yes, God, yes, don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I licked her from her clit to her asshole and back again, tasting every inch of her, and when she was dripping and desperate, I stood up. My cock was aching, hard as iron, and I guided it to her entrance. She was so wet, so ready, and I pushed in with one slow, thick thrust.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Hard.”

I grabbed her hips and did exactly that. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed off the wooden walls, mixing with her cries and the hiss of the fire. I drove into her deep, hitting that spot that made her scream, and I reached around to rub her clit in tight circles.

“I’m close,” she panted. “Don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop.”

I didn’t. I pounded into her, rough and relentless, and when she came, she clenched around me so hard I saw stars. Her orgasm ripped through her, and she collapsed forward onto her elbows, still taking me, still moaning.

I pulled out and flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was swollen and slick, her ass still glistening from my tongue. I drove back into her, this time slower, deeper, watching her face twist with pleasure.

“Look at me,” I commanded.

She did, her eyes locked on mine, and I saw everything in them—the want, the surrender, the trust. I fucked her until I felt my own release building, and she whispered, “Come inside me.”

I did. I buried myself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan, my cock pulsing inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and held me there, and for a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing and the crackling fire.

Afterward, I collapsed beside her on the rug, pulling her into my arms. She was warm and slick with sweat, her head tucked under my chin.

“That was...” she started, then laughed, breathless. “I think I need a new training plan.”

I kissed her forehead, smiling. “I think we just found one.”

CATEGORIES: [Rimming, Fitness, In the Mountains, Fingering, Rough sex]