Kai:
"Aren't we supposed to be fetching the tree for your granny?" Bella asked as she got out of the water, her entire body dripping wet.
Her words barely registered because my entire being was focused on her smooth skin, glistening in the winter sun. "Kai!" she called out, snapping me out of my trance, but not completely.
I had been with her just a few days ago, but the fact she would leave with Finn in two days made me want her every second. It was freezing, and I would have loved to add having sex in a hot spring to my list, but it wasn't private.
"Sorry, I got carried away," I said, standing up while she rubbed her arms to warm herself as she walked to the car to get her clothes.
We both got dressed quickly, and I set out to cut the tree. Soon, it was loaded onto the truck, and we headed home. On our drive home, I tried to concentrate, but my mind wandered to her juicy lips and her succulent bosoms, clouding my mind with the dirtiest thoughts.
I had to have her, and soon.
We stopped for snacks on the road before heading back home. When we got home, Grandma came out to size up the tree, her face lighting up with happiness.
"Food is on the table, and you've earned it," she said, and I forced a smile.
"Has anyone picked out the wines yet?" I asked, watching her as she weirdly stroked the leaves of the tree.
"Not that I know of," she replied, and I seized the opportunity.
"Can Bella and I pick them out for you? I just have a feeling that..."
"Sure, I don't care. Do whatever you want," she said, and I rushed to the front door, grabbing Bella's hand and pulling her inside.
"We have to pick out the wines, and that will be our last task for the day," I told her, and she shrugged.
"We've eaten, and I feel quite energetic. Plus, I'd do anything to get out of her sight," she whispered with her eyes partially on Halle.
I grabbed her hand, leading her down the hallway to the wine cellar. We stopped in front of the heavy oak door.
I opened the door, and we stepped into the dimly lit wine cellar. The air was cool and redolent with the scent of aged wood and centuries-old vintages. Rows of sturdy wooden racks stretched out before us, cradling bottles wrapped in neat labels. It was clear the cellar was well-maintained. It used to be Grandfather's favorite place, and he would bring Finn and me down here for a small drink, which we kept hidden from Grandma as we were kids. This was before he died and before the grandkids became a handful, leading Grandma to enforce her one-kid rule.
Our footsteps echoed as we navigated the labyrinth of wine-reds, whites, and rosés standing shoulder to shoulder. At the heart of it all rested the prized collection-the rarest vintages, their corks sealed with wax.
"Is it me, or is it hot in here?" Bella said, shrugging off her jacket and gloves. I made my way to the sealed wine, grabbing a bottle and placing it on the table along with a wineglass.
When she turned around to the wooden table at the center of the room, she frowned slightly. She walked towards me, folding her arms.
"Kai, what are you doing? Are you trying to get us in..." Before she could finish, I pressed my lips onto hers, pulling her closer with her back against the circular table.
I pulled away, leaving her gasping for breath.
"Wine?" I asked, and she stayed silent.
I uncorked the wine, grabbing the glass close to her chest, which was visible through the V-cut neckline of her shirt. I purposely spilled the wine on her chest, causing her eyes to widen.
"My bad," I said, dropping the glass on the table as I watched the wine trickle down her clothes, making them cling to her chest, revealing the shape of her bra. "I guess I'll have to clean that up," I added, grabbing her waist and placing her on the table. I trailed kisses down her neck to the open V-cut area, licking off the trail of wine as she threw her head back, widening her legs for me to get in between.
"Tastes better on you," I said as I pulled down the zipper in front of her chest, leaving her in her bra.
I grabbed her soft thighs, pressing hard as she let out a muffled moan.
"Don't punish yourself, love. The cellar is soundproof," I said as I unhooked her bra, letting her breasts come into sight.
I licked off the remaining trail of wine on her belly, then kissed up to her breasts, circling her nipples with my tongue as I undid my belt with her hand, pressing my face against her chest.
"I want you now," she groaned, and I obeyed her wishes, gently sliding into her, causing her to grip my back hard.
I moved slowly at first, then increased my pace, feeling her wetness gather on my hardened cock. The cellar was filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together and her sultry moans driving me to the edge. In no time, her legs stiffened as she grabbed me closer, burying her face in my neck with labored breathing. Her legs stopped, and I pulled out, watching as my cum spilled to the ground.
After our moment, I got out wipes from a cupboard in the corner and cleaned the floor.
"You know when you talked about me fulfilling one of my greatest fantasies?" I asked as we carried the wine out of the cellar.
She raised a brow at me.
"I just did," I whispered in her ear, leaving a kiss on her neck.