"Okay," he smiled. "Let's go then."
We took the lift up to an even higher run, and Carson told me to go about halfway down the mountain and watch the jump that would be off to my left.
I made my way down and stopped off to the side of the ski run, watching the jump. It was after noon now and I was starving since we had only had coffee for breakfast. But I wouldn't leave the slopes without seeing Carson perform some of the jumps he had described to me earlier when I'd asked him his favorite part of snowboarding. He had called it "catching air."
It was the day before Christmas and the slopes were practically deserted so it was easy to keep my eye on him.
After a minute, I saw him coming down the slope, fast and sure as he lined himself up with the jump in front of him and my heart started thumping loudly in my chest. God, he was magnificent.
I breathed in a sharp breath as he went soaring off the edge, bending his knees and doing a full rotation in the air. I squealed and tears came to my eyes. It was one of those moments when a human being does something so remarkable, so unbelievably amazing, that your heart soars and a lump immediately forms in your throat at the sheer beauty of it. And in that moment, you are able to believe that we really were created in the image of God.
Carson landed, bending his knees and absorbing the impact perfectly, steady and sure. I could barely make out his face as he turned around at the bottom of the hill, but I could tell he was grinning.
I put my gloved hand over my heart on my ski jacket. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is all she wrote," I whispered to myself, knowing I was a goner. But somehow, I was just fine with that.
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Carson
I lathered Grace's hair and rubbed her scalp with the pads of my fingers, working the shampoo through.
"Hmmm," she moaned out in front of me in the shower, making my groin throb. I ignored it though for now. My Buttercup was in so much pain that she couldn't even reach her hands over her head to shampoo her own hair. Of course, I didn't mind being of service when it came to Grace na**d under running water. But I did feel badly that she had worked her body so hard that she could barely move.
I turned her around and backed her up slightly so that she could tip her head and I could rinse her hair out under the spray. She smiled lazily up at me.
"Better?" I asked, wondering if the combo of the Advil I'd given her and the hot water was helping her achy muscles.
She nodded her head, closing her eyes as the water ran over her head and down her body.
After we had left the slopes, we had gone to the restaurant in the lodge where the rental shop was, and enjoyed hot soup and sandwiches.
After that, Grace had insisted that we go find a small tree. The next day was Christmas and she laughingly said that even though we were our gifts to each other, and we had already been opened–we still needed a tree. I didn't care about a tree so much, but I'd do anything to make her happy, and so off we went to find one.
We asked at the restaurant we ate lunch in and were told that there was a Christmas tree lot right out of town, and so we drove there and picked from what was left, which wasn't much. But when Grace's eyes lit up at a Charlie Brown looking thing near the gate, I laughed and told the guy working there that we'd take it.
We'd made a stop at the hardware store in town and bought a couple strings of lights–outdoor lights, all they had. They'd have to do as decoration. Grace seemed happy and that's all that mattered to me.
By this point, the stiffness was setting in and she was moving more and more slowly, so I took her home, gave her some Advil, and told her to go take a hot shower.
I brought the tree and lights inside and stood the tree up in the stand, and that's when I'd heard her groaning in pain. I'd gone in to see what was wrong, and she was practically crying with the effort to raise her arms above her head and wash her hair. Clearly, my services were necessary.
Once her hair was rinsed, I turned her around again and I massaged her shoulders and arms. She moaned out, "Oh, God, that's like heaven," as she rotated her head.
With her moans and small whimpers, my c**k came to full attention. She dropped her head forward and rubbed her ass gently against me, and I sucked in a breath.
"Grace…" I warned.
She turned to face me and reached down and stroked me lightly. I hissed in a breath. "Grace, you're sore. I wasn't trying to…"
"I know you weren't. But I'm not in such bad shape that I can't enjoy you… I mean, unless you suspend yourself over my head. Then we'll have a problem." She grinned.
I laughed, but then moaned as her hand moved faster, the water lubricating my c**k so that her hand slipped up and down it easily.
She went down on her knees in front of me and my c**k jumped. Holy Christ, she was going to take me in her mouth. My breath hitched.
She looked up at me a little uncertainly and I knew exactly what she was thinking.
"Baby, anything you do is going to be perfect, I promise you that."
She smiled slightly and moved her fist to the base of my erection, and then sucked my tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue around.
"Oh God, that feels good, Buttercup," I moaned out softly, letting her know how incredible her mouth felt.
She slid her mouth fully over me and started moving up and down on my length, her eyes closed now as I watched. Holy mother of God, that felt good.
When she moaned, I felt the vibration, my c**k twitching in her mouth, and I felt a small burst of pr**cum.