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Cherry opened the email and scanned its contents, her excitement growing as she took in the information it contained: flight details, and check-in numbers. She checked the dates: mid-January—just when the winter blues tended to hit the hardest. Her elation soared—Sylvan was an absolute darling. This was exactly the pick-me-up she needed, but it would also be their first time together: Just her and Sylvan, for four days and three nights.

This break, in an alpine chalet, represented the culmination of months of escalating flirting, which became steamy hot sexting. Cherry could hardly wait to revel in all the sensual delights he’d promised and to reciprocate in kind. She wanted to know Sylvan inside out, to experience his gentle side and his wild, primal nature, to learn his sexual repertoire from stealthy teasing to combustible jackhammer fucking. She also had an arsenal of tricks she intended to share.

Licking her lips, she palmed her phone into the pocket of her suit jacket while looking around the sleek hotel lobby. Meriam should be back from her break any minute. Then Cherry would be relieved of her position at the reception desk for the time it took to get a coffee and visit the bathroom. She was impatient for her colleague to return. While she scanned the list of guests still needing to check out, she mentally composed a suitably saucy message to thank Sylvan.

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Did it get much better than this? Cherry drew on her vape and let her head fall back against the deeply cushioned chair. Outside were peaceful, evergreen trees amid thick carpets of snow. Inside this cosy log cabin, she was relaxed and pampered. A soft white waffle robe was wrapped around her, which felt comforting against her skin, plus the pulsing shower she had just taken had rendered her almost boneless.

Cherry reached for her glass and brought the sparkling, golden liquid to her lips. She’d drunk champagne before, but never such an excellent vintage. She felt regal, like Marie Antoinette, on whose fine breasts the shape of the glass was reputedly modelled.

Her sense of pleasure and well-being was certainly multiplied by the sensations being created at the apex of her thighs. She spread her naked legs for Sylvan, who knelt with his face buried in her snatch so he could perform magic with his tongue. Cherry was torn between closing her eyes to let his ministrations send her floating off on a cloud of toe-curling delight and wanting to watch the eager alacrity with which he licked and sucked the precious pearl nestled between her labia.

In the end, she decided she’d watch him because he was watching her. Sylvan’s eyes bored into Cherry’s soul, sending messages of love and devotion. He was focused, not content simply to pleasure her and certainly not to pursue his own agenda. Rather, Sylvan seemed absolutely determined to take her to the threshold of heaven, and for this, he monitored every second of her enjoyment. If his caresses did not have Cherry mewling like a baby or clawing at the bedsheets, he would redouble his efforts to inject lust and longing into her loins.

The stubble of Sylvan’s beard rasped against the smooth planes of Cherry’s legs and her pale pink panties, which he’d pulled aside. His facial hair added an indefinable tickle and torment to her most tender folds as he lapped around the edges of her entrance, turning her pussy into a puddle of delight.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, briefly pausing in his oral worship.