Her Fire is so Delightful

The surprise trip seemed more to annoy Mel than help.

“Did you consider my family’s plan when booking this?!” she almost angrily sneered in my direction, dropping the bags she carried into the ski resort after a 10-hour drive. She stormed off into the bathroom, her “fire” impulsively slamming the door hard behind her.

The argument started an hour ago in the car, and I was both disappointed in myself for my lack of forethought but angry at her for not appreciating the gesture. She was just fiery.

This fight felt like ones from 10 years ago, so when the bathroom door flung open and her naked body presented itself, it threw me off balance.  She sauntered past me with an enflamed, half-wicked look, her rear end and legs hypnotic as they slowly moved across the villa.  She stopped at the french doors that looked out onto the deck where the 30-degree temps hung in the air, her beauty presented to the woods and balconies across the way. Her head turned slowly, like in a movie, and looked back at me.

“There’s a hot tub,” was all she said, steely eyes looking past me before flinging the french doors open and slipping out onto the deck and into the chilly afternoon. I wanted to strip and join her but first rushed into the bathroom to relieve myself from the trip.

From a window in the bathroom, I saw her legs and then her torso disappear under the foamy water, her long hair now draped over the edge as most of her body sank into the warmth. My pants slid down my legs, and I wiggled my underwear there as well.

I skipped my way out of the bathroom, leaving my pants, socks, and boxers with her clothes on the floor and damn near falling in the living room as I tugged hard at my sweatshirt and shirt. The rush of cold air hit me since she’d left the doors wide open, so I quickened as I walked onto the snow-covered deck.

I focused on my wife: her head leaned back, eyes closed, shoulders above the water but her hands deep underneath. The cool wetness of the snow between my toes as I gingerly made my way reached a quick crescendo to cold before I was able to hop over the edge and into the body-restoring heat of the hot tub.

Mel didn’t move; her eyes remained closed, and her body gently swayed forward and back just a little. I felt the heat from a gas fireplace located just to the left that I later discovered was controlled by a switch near the tub. Mel quietly gasped and sighed, and I now could tell she had both hands deep between her legs, pleasuring herself.

Lowering myself into the warmth, the coolness on my head felt tolerable. I settled in to enjoy the show.

“Ohhhh,” she sighed, eyes still shut, as my hand reached down to pull on my length, now prominent under the water. “Mmmmhh,” she whimpered, fidgeting a little to get to other places or perhaps deeper. “AhhOhWa,” louder she cried, elbows now pushing her body off the edge, head flung back, shoulder blades now barely touching.

A half-smile curled her lips upwards as her eyes slowly opened and met mine before tracing down my arm to find my one hand under the water ahold of my cock. It seemed like a slow-motion action scene in a movie, though in reality, she sprang up fast.

Rising from her seat, parting the water, almost tripping but regaining her balance—she charged me. I saw her eyes grow in diameter, her mouth open to almost bare teeth, her hands held out front like a lineman. The last thing I saw before she planted her hands on my chest to push me over were her breasts dancing in the air, water spilling off.

My head just missed the other side of the tub as her leg had swept mine; I plummeted under the water. The familiar, warm, chlorine-doused smell and flavor hit my senses as my hands found the bottom, and I tried to push myself upwards.

Luckily, I had taken in a pretty good breath as Mel surprised me by planting her weight firmly down on my chest, pinning me for a second to the bottom. Instinctively I bucked upwards, pushing back with my hands and curling my body to my legs, but this slid her down just a foot and yielded only the crown of my head to the surface. In a burst of energy fueled by survival instinct, I pushed again and achieved some separation. My face broke into the crisp air, my mouth opened, and I took a deep breath.

Her laugh set me off.  I swore just before Mel pushed my head back, trying to dunk me again. Anger quickly turned playful, but the energy and the angst still burnt in my stomach, her laughter still resonating into the cool afternoon air.

Her legs slipped around my waist, arms around my neck as I rose up into a half squat, trying to keep in the water as I spun towards the fireplace-heated side of the tub. There was an expression of displeasure on my face just before we kissed, my lips beginning the fight by totally covering hers. She fought to overtake mine with her cherry-red mouth. I, not allowing any of it, finally disengaged and spun her around with my hands, breaking the grip she held over my neck.

I pinned her against the side of the tub, her arms hanging over as my waist and hips thrust forward, pushing hers up and finding the place between them. I slid down and forward and entered her, pushing all of my weight forward, not letting her up and into a comfortable position.

The fireplace made it bearable to be half out of the water. My hands slipped down and held Mel in position as I began to push forward, pull back, and repeat this action again and again. Her arms folded so her head could rest comfortably over the edge, and her legs supported me and began to push back.

“l Oh yes!” her heated breath exclaimed. “Fast and hard! Fill me!”

The words sent shockwaves of rush down my body as I slid in and out in the warm water, which somewhat numbed me but couldn’t overcome her words.

I called her names as I came, pushing deep on each spurt, slowing the thrusts as I began to recede.

“Good idea, this trip,” was all she said, then rose up and left the tub to shower.