Giggling mischievously, I rose from my seat and moved it to his side of the table. Slipping my legs out of my heels, I raised them to rest upon his thighs. He held them firmly, his fingers gently caressing my skin. Scooping another spoonful of the cake, I fed it to him, but before he could chew, I cupped his jaw and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. As our mouths explored each other, I savored the taste of the cake, our shared indulgence heightening the sensual connection between us.
"Adele… what am I going to do with you?" he moaned, his voice muffled against my lips. I giggled in response, my own pleasure mingling with his touch as his hands began to trail up my legs.
"Maybe we should have stayed back at the cabin and had dinner there, not that I'm complaining. The food is fantastic, and the atmosphere is wonderful. But all I want for a perfect Christmas is you, Archer," I whispered, feeling his grip on my thighs tighten, his fingers digging into my skin.
“All you want is me?” he rasped, his gaze locked intensely with mine.
"Mm-hmm," I mumbled in affirmation, a mischievous smile playing on my lips as I licked my spoon.
"I will remember that for next time," he rasped, his voice filled with desire as I fed him more ice cream cake. His fingers continued their tantalizing journey up my legs, causing me to part them eagerly. A hitch escaped his breath as he slipped a finger inside me, stroking me slowly before drawing it out. Holding my gaze, he brought the finger to his mouth, parting his lips, silently inviting me to feed him more cake. I watched, transfixed, as he savored the delectable combination of flavors—me mixed with the sweet treat. The intensity of the moment sent shivers down my spine, amplifying my desire.
As his hand ventured beneath my dress once again, sliding a finger inside me, a low groan escaped Archer's lips as he discovered I was dripping wet for him now. The heat between us intensified, and I found myself panting with heightened anticipation. Sensing the urgency of our desires, Archer understood that the dining table could no longer contain our hunger.
Breaking away from our passionate exchange, he took my hand in his and led me away, our bare feet gliding softly across the floor as we made our way towards the inviting allure of the pool area.
His eyes scanned the room, studying the angles of the CCTV cameras. We reached a secluded corner by the pool, shielded by a concrete pillar and a cloth hanger adorned with towels and bathrobes.
Without hesitation, Archer pressed me against the wall, hitching up my dress in his eagerness. His urgency was palpable as he struggled to remove his belt and unzip his pants, igniting an irresistible need within me. I whispered his name, a plea and a declaration of desire, as he lifted me against the wall, his thrusts joining the rhythm of our racing hearts.
"Um, sir?" A voice interrupted from somewhere in the room, "Sorry, we have come to see if you are done and need us to bring in…"
"I swear to God, come in any further and I'm going to shoot you!" Archer growled fiercely against the curve of my neck, his possessiveness evident. The shock in the men's voices mirrored my own, and the door clicked shut, leaving us in blissful privacy.
"Archer…" I whispered, my voice filled with a mixture of adoration and longing. I pressed my face against his, the softness of his mane caressing my skin as I ran my fingers through his hair, gently unraveling the silky tendrils from their bun.
He didn't cease his passionate thrusts, his grip on me tightening as he grunted, "You are mine."
Emotions overwhelmed me, and I trembled in his embrace. "Baby."
"Hold on…" he murmured, his voice tinged with both desperation and determination.
"Always," I breathed, sealing our connection with unwavering devotion.
We later immersed ourselves in the warm, bubbling water of the pool, the steam rising around us as we enjoyed its soothing embrace. The sound of a gentle knock pulled Archer away momentarily, leaving me alone in the pool. He returned, carrying a wrapped box and a bottle of red wine, placing the box carefully by the side of the pool before joining me once again.
"What is that?" I asked, my curiosity piqued as I glanced at the wrapped box.
"It's your Christmas gift. That's why we were interrupted earlier," he explained, drawing me close and pinning me against the pool wall.
"Oh! But I didn't have the time to shop for you," I said, a slight frown appearing on my face.
"What would you have wanted to buy for me?" he inquired, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity.
"Well, something nice. I would have definitely bought you something," I replied, feeling a tinge of regret.
"Okay, maybe you can do that for my birthday," he suggested, cupping my chin as he leaned in for a tender kiss.
"I would love that, and you can't refuse me," I playfully teased, a sparkle of anticipation in my eyes.
"I promise," he replied, his voice laced with amusement. I detected another emotion in his gaze, one that I couldn't quite define, but it was clear that he appreciated my desire to gift him something. "Would you like to open the package now?" he asked.
"Maybe when we get back to the cabin," I suggested, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. He smiled in response, his eyes dimming and growing hooded with desire.
"Great," he murmured, before claiming my lips in a passionate kiss, sealing our shared anticipation for what awaited us beyond the pool.