If he heard her, Mark gave no indication. His final thrusts pounded her ass against the hard white wall. "Oh, yes," he gasped. "Yes!" He wanted to fuck her brains out, make her beg him to stop, then beg him to start all over again. He spread her cheeks and thrust his finger inside her anus. Filling her completely now, he drove his penis harder and harder inside her trembling body. As his orgasm slowly approached, his movements became even more frenzied. Then finally, he came. Heaving and sweating, Mark let his weight fall against her. "Did you miss me, baby? You miss Mark's lollipop?"
Kimberly felt Mark's hot breath brushing over her neck as he gasped and heaved against her. Thinking it was over now, she waited silently for him to regain his breath and move away. She wanted nothing more than to finish her shower and get out of this cabin. Only moments earlier, it had offered warmth and comfort. Now it provided a stifling, sickening heat that made her nauseous and light-headed.
When Mark pulled away and knelt in front of her, she whimpered in despair.
"Now it's your turn, baby." Smiling, Mark spread her swollen outer lips and tongued the tip of her clitoris.
The rapid flicks were so perfectly orchestrated that Kimberly could not help but respond. Willingly she let Mark place her right leg over his shoulder and brace her against the wall. He closed his mouth over her pussy, sucking her wet juices. And when she was dry, he tongued fucked her until she was wet again. Her body was trembling and her clit was throbbing with excitement. She closed her fingers over her nipples, rolling the tips hard with her fingers. "Oh," she crooned as she approached the edge of an orgasm.
Mark sensed her approach and drew back so suddenly she almost fell. Laughing, he pulled himself up so his head was even with her breasts. He pushed her hands away and took both breasts, one with his mouth and one with his hand. Sucking her so thoroughly and so good, she gasped and leaned her head back.
Eyes closed, she imagined first Camarin's, and then Taryn's head bent to her breasts. The images danced back and forth for a while, then settled on Taryn. It was Taryn's mouth that drew Kimberly's nipples deeply inside of her, Taryn's teeth that moved from side to side over the taunt flesh. It was Taryn who made Kimberly cry out, then press her head closer and beg, "More, more!" It was Taryn's fingers that thrust inside her pussy, first one, and then two, then three.
It was Taryn who finally bent her head and took Kimberly's clit into her mouth, sucking it and licking it so passionately that it filled her with a longing unlike any she'd ever known. "Ah … ah!" she cried out as the orgasm rushed through her. Her legs shaking and her body trembling, she felt Taryn's hands about her hips, holding her up as she drove her to higher and higher states of excitement and release. When she opened her eyes, Mark was gone. Her hands were closed over her pussy and she could swear she smelled the tantalizing perfume that she'd smelled on Taryn's skin that night at Morgan Estates. She sighed and reached for a towel.
The slopes were already crowded by the time Mark and Kimberly came out of the cabin. "Let's try the north side," Mark said as he surveyed the crowded ski slope.
Kimberly grimaced. Mark knew she wasn't a good enough skier to go there. What was he thinking? "Mark, I'm not that good a skier.
Don't you think it'd be a little dangerous for me to try Devil's Edge?"
Smiling, Mark put his arm around Kimberly's shoulders. "Ah, come on, Kimberly. You can't go through your life being afraid to try something new."
Kimberly glared at him. Even though she knew he was baiting her, she took the challenge. "You're on," she informed him. Fueled by an energy she knew could prove dangerous, Kimberly strode away. She waited for Mark at the ski lift. They needed to take it to the other side of the twin mountains.
As expected, the north peak was very quiet. As they looked around, Kimberly and Mark noticed only two other people at the top.
Further down the slope, they spotted a few others racing down the mountain. When their turn came to jump off, Kimberly felt Mark squeeze her knee affectionately. Certain that disaster was about to fall, Kimberly wanted desperately to stay on the ski lift and ride back down to the lodge. However, her pride won out and she jumped.
Mark felt exhilarated, thrilled by the challenge of the dare deviling maneuvers the slope required. As he negotiated his way past trees and around stumps, he caught sight of Kimberly only once. She seemed to be struggling, but he knew he had to ignore it. Otherwise, she'd never attempt the slope again.
Not conditioned for the vigorous demands of such a challenging race down the mountain, Kimberly's legs became weak. Afraid she would tumble, she looked for a place to stop. She saw a slight leveling on the slope ahead and prepared for a safe fall, deciding to wait for the ski patrol to stop and pick her up. She liked to be challenged, but she was not suicidal.
Watching from the other side of the mountain, Camarin Knight smiled. She turned and gave Taylor the thumbs up. Taylor waved and got back into the car. Camarin pulled her goggles down, pocketed the binoculars, and started across the mountain. The snow mobile moved effortlessly across the rugged slope. Camarin came to a stop just as Kimberly tried to break her run. Carefully, but effortlessly, she reached for her. The impact was so strong that Camarin felt certain Kimberly would have been hurt if she hadn't been there to help break the fall.
Hurt indeed! Before Camarin's arms reached out and grasped her, Kimberly was certain she was about to kiss her life good-bye. When she came to a stop, her feet were off the ground and Camarin Knight was supporting her body against her own. Frightened and gasping for breath, several seconds passed before she managed to say, "Thank you."
Camarin grinned and removed the goggles. "I'll scold you later.
Right now we need to get you stable." Moving very carefully, she eased Kimberly to her feet and knelt to remove her skis.
"What are you doing here?" Kimberly asked as she watched Camarin unfasten the bindings.
Camarin paused and looked at Kimberly. The question sounded innocent enough, but she needed to make certain Kimberly wasn't suspicious. She didn't look to be. "I like the outdoors and I love to ski. So I come up here every other weekend and work ski patrol."
Camarin placed the ski to the side and urged Kimberly to test her balance.
Her legs were trembling. Kimberly was certain they would collapse. Hurriedly she sat down in the wet snow. "I … I'm sorry,"
she muttered. She was too embarrassed to look at Camarin, so she kept her gaze fixed on the snowmobile.
"You okay?" Camarin asked. She leaned down and tilted Kimberly's face up. When she looked into her eyes, she saw all the shame and misery lying beneath the surface. It took some effort to keep her own eyes from tearing.
"I'm okay," Kimberly replied weakly. "Thought I was ready for this, but I guess I wasn't." She tried to look away again.
Camarin kept her face tilted upward. " You thought or your boyfriend thought?" she asked.
Her lips trembling, Kimberly burst out crying. "I … I know I shouldn't have done it. But he made me so mad!"
"There now," Camarin whispered, her voice soft and soothing. She pulled Kimberly to her feet and wrapped comforting arms around her.
Holding her close, she stroked her hair and tried to soothe her. She felt Kimberly's heart pounding hard and fast against her chest and her own quickly matched the cadence. Something was happening here and she knew she should stop it.
Abruptly, Kimberly pulled away. She heard Camarin draw a sharp breath and instinctively leaned toward her. Their lips only inches apart, they hesitated. Eyes searching, intoxicated by the moment, they drew together once more.