Downhill

12

DAY 6 - Wednesday

I had every intention of getting up before Jacob, but somehow I slept like a baby in his arms. I woke with my cheek pressed into his chest and his arm over my back. My leg was hitched over him and his other hand rested on my thigh.

The position was one I did not want to leave. In fact, nothing or no one besides the man below me could move me from his comfortable sprawl. But I wanted to see his face and get breakfast started.

Torn between these feelings, I slowly lifted my face from his tone chest and I turned to observe his slumber. But he wasn't asleep.

"Good morning," he said softly in his deep voice.

"Oh, hi. Good morning to you too," I smiled at his peaceful grin. "I hope you slept well. I'm sorry I was basically laying on top of you."

"I slept very well. And very much liked you right where you were. And are. And will be all week," he said moving a lock of hair from my sleep rumpled face. He took the strand and looked at it. "Brown. Never thought I'd see this in my bed."

"I bet you didn't think that someone twenty years younger would be in your bed either," I teased. "And I would offer to bleach it, but I tried blonde in high school and looked wretched."

"I quite like the brown. Didn't think I would after my heart was broken..."

"I doubt her hair broke it," I teased.

"Touché," he chuckled. "Skiing today?"

"If we must," I giggled.

"We must, but first..." he pulled back the blankets from us. "I want inside that pussy again."

I looked down his body to his hardening cock. I moved my leg over a bit more so I was straddling his middle. "Anything you want, daddy, I'll do happily."

I reached behind me and my hand wrapped around his growing dick. He sucked in a breath as my fingers made contact. I slide down so my pussy kissed the head and he hissed through his teeth again.

"Ride that cock, baby." I lowered myself on him and began a slow fucking. "Always doing as you're told. Such a good girl."

"Yes, daddy," I said as I became more full of his cock. My hands were on his chest as I rode him, my legs doing all of the work. "So deep."

"You love that, don't you?"

"God yes. The deeper the better, daddy."

"Show daddy how much you love that cock and his cum, baby," he said as his hands groped at my chest, pinching and pulling at my swollen nipples.

I fell forward as my hips continued to ride him. My hands threaded his hair and my mouth caressed his neck and ear. "You are so perfect, daddy."

"Make daddy cum, baby. I want you to feel it all day."

Within minutes of me circling my hips, I felt him begin to orgasm. I closed my eyes to the feeling. Enjoying each pulse and shake of his body.

His arms pulled me close for the final throws of orgasm. "Do you like having daddy's cum inside you?"

"Mmm, yes. I love it," I said kissing the closest stretch of skin my mouth could find.

"I love knowing it will be in there all day. Dripping into your panties. I'm of the opinion that your pussy is the only place I should cum when we are together."

"I'd like that, daddy," I said giving another soft kiss to his smooth skin. "But you can cum anywhere you wish."

"I know, baby," his hand trailed down my back to my ass. His finger rubbed over the crinkled hole there. "I own you now."

"Mmm, yes, daddy. All of me," I hummed. "I think I would fall to your feet if you denied me your cock and cum. I crave it now."

"Well, that is the rule," he chuckled a bit. But I popped my head up and looked in his eyes.

"I would crave you anyway," I admitted truthfully.

"Mmm, that's because you are a good girl," he said giving my ass a swat. "Now let's eat. I'm famished."

***

Another day of skiing left my thighs burning but I was now completely free to go down intermediate slopes and not die. I had to admit it was getting to be fun.

Jacob was waiting for me at the bottom of the hill on my last run. "I see you are doing much better. You will be on an expert slope in no time."

"Really? Well, I had a great coach," I said removing my goggles. "I'm starved though. Can we eat?"

"Absolutely. Shall we try the resort again?"

"So long as you don't give the servers a hard time," I teased.

"He deserved it," he grumbled. "I don't like it when people assume that you are my daughter." He gave a shiver and I laughed at his discomfort.

"Then don't act like my father then," I said as we walked through the resort after discarding our skis. "You can act like...more."

He chuckled. "More? Like your lover? Or sugar daddy? Or boyfriend? Ah! Your husband!" He was laughing at the absurdity of the last one.

"Yeah, it's silly," I said. I tried not to sound disappointed. I mean I shouldn't be. We obviously were having a week-long fling not a love affair. So I took a passive aggressive route. "You are too old for most of those anyway."

His humor faded from his face. I knew it was low, but I was hurt by his outright dismissal of anything real. But it's not real!

"I see," he said without emotion. "Table for two," he told the host.

I wanted to apologize. This was the opposite of making him happy. "I was kidding, ya know?"

We sat at the table and the host left our side. "It doesn't matter. It's the truth. And it is what it is...two people stuck together for a week trying to enjoy themselves."

Now that was harsh! But I guess he was right. We were having fun. Playing a game of sorts. "Exactly," I mumbled as I looked over the menu. I wasn't sure why I bothered. He likely would try to order for me.

But he didn't. He didn't do the things that I grew to appreciate or frustrate. He was going through the motions, even when the waiter flirted with me Jacob kept his mouth shut. Nothing showed on his face. Unfazed.

Had I been alone, I likely would be in tears. I did this to myself. I made him want to distance himself from me.

"Jacob?"

"Hm?" he replied around a mouthful of food.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No. I'm not mad."

"But you seem...different."

"I just need to start acting my age."

"Oh? You don't seem to be acting any age..."

"I have been acting like some lovesick teen," he softly said, completely monotone. "Acting like a fool."

"No, you..."

"Charlotte, I'm done discussing it. I'll simply apologize and we can get back to..."

"No. I won't let you," I said forcefully. I wasn't ready to give up. I wasn't going to.