~*~Snow Angel~*~

SNOW ANGEL

What could be more beautiful than the sight of the mighty Swiss Alps?

This is exactly what Honor was thinking as she arrived at the ski resort. She and some of her college girlfriends pooled their money together and decided to go to Switzerland for spring break. They went to Panama City Beach the year before, but this was their senior year and they wanted to do something different.

The girls were impressed with the scenery all around them, and not just the mountains. The ski instructors were gorgeous human sculptures of Adonis.

After unpacking their things in their suite, they hurried downstairs to sign up for ski instructions; only thing was, they all knew how to ski. What else do you do in Aspen, Colorado?

One of Honor's friends suggested that they find the dining room and have dinner. Everyone agreed.

The girls took their time during their meal so they could watch all the good looking European guys wander in and out of the room. They seemed particularly fond of this one blond Swede named Anton.

"He's got the cutest buns," points out Honor's friend Sarah. "Skiing does a body good."

"Real good," adds Tammy.

As they visually comb the room for more cute guys, Honor catches a glimpse of an older gentleman sitting down at a table by himself. She thinks nothing of it until Rachel says something.

"Eww. They let old people in here? I thought this was a young person lodge."

Honor laughs a little. "That wasn't nice." The other girls go back to talking about Anton's behind as she looks over at the man again.

He lights a cigarette and looks around the room. He just happens to see Honor looking at him so he smiles at her. No harm intended. She immediately gets nervous and looks away, back down to her hands. Something about this man intrigued her.

"We're going back up to the room," says Tammy.

"Go on ahead. I think I'm going to go sit in the bar for a while. Catch up with you guys later."

Tammy, Rachel, and Sarah get up and leave Honor sitting alone at the table, still looking at her hands. Carefully she glances over at the man again. He's looking out the huge window at the mountains. Slowly and cautiously, he turns his head to look down at the ashtray sitting beside him on the table. As he brings the cigarette up to his lips, his head remains still as his eyes focus on Honor again.

She tries to be as nonchalant as possible about getting up from the table and heading for the door.

Later that night, the girls had ordered some champagne to help celebrate their final year in school. The mood was relaxed and carefree, which lead the young ladies right into a conversation about all the very attractive men at the resort.

"I'm telling you," starts Rachel, "I'm moving to Switzerland after graduation. This country has way too many delicious-looking men that I just have to try."

"I know," agrees Tammy. "Young and very yummy."

Honor stops sipping her champagne and says, "Oh, I wouldn't say that. Men don't necessarily have to be young to be attractive."

The other girls look at her as if she's lost her mind. "I'm sorry, but I don't find wrinkles particularly attractive," protests Sarah.

"Why can't older guys be attractive?" asks Honor.

"Because everything sags," explains Sarah. "And they probably can't get certain important parts of their body to work either."

Honor still isn't satisfied. "You mean nobody else found that older guy in the dining room the slightest bit attractive?"

The other three answer collectively, "No!" Honor says no more, feeling she's fighting a losing war against her friends.

The next morning, Honor woke early to watch the breathtaking Alpine sunrise. The snow-capped summits looked crisp and clean. She knows that soon the clean, white snow will be carved mercilessly by avid skiers.

After a warm shower, she heads downstairs to the dining hall. The smell of bacon and other morning delights cooking seemed to wake her even more. She sits herself down at a table and orders a cup of Swiss cocoa. As she carefully sips the hot chocolate, her eyes are drawn towards the door. It's him.

"Oh, my. I don't know who you are, but mister, you look better today than yesterday." He looked very adventurous in his black pants and thick white woolen sweater.

She watches him sit down, alone, at a table right in front of the huge picture window. As he orders his morning tea, Honor gets up and, with cocoa in hand, slowly walks over to his table.

"Excuse me," she says, "but I couldn't help but notice that you're sitting all by yourself. Are you waiting for someone?"

His manners surprise her as he warmly smiles, stands and says, "No. Please sit down." He waits until she's seated before he sits down.

"You're the young lady who was staring at me at dinner yesterday, weren't you?" he asks curiously.

"Yes," she says, looking at her cocoa. "I'm her. I'm really sorry about that. Don't know what came over me."

"Curiosity. Nothing wrong with that." His tea arrives and he pours some of it into his cup. "I suppose since we're havin' breakfast together, we ought to get to know one another." He kindly extends his right hand and says, "I'm Richard."

"I'm Honor," she says, taking his strong hand in hers.

"If you'll excuse the play on words, I'm honored," he says with a small smile. "So, what brings a sweet young thing like yourself to the Swiss Alps? Hiding from someone?"

She laughs. "Actually, no. I'm on spring break and I didn't want to get stuck on a crowded beach in the Caribbean."

"Oh, you're in college?"

"Yeah. A senior at University of Denver."

"That's wonderful. What's your field of study?"

"Physical therapy and sports medicine."

"Wow." He takes a quick sip of his Earl Gray tea. "Is it tough?"

"No, not really. I think half of the enjoyment lies in working with people."

"That's very important. And positive besides." She quickly looks towards the door, wondering if the girls have come downstairs yet. "Are you waiting for someone?" he asks.

She turns back around again. "Me? No."

He smiles and says, "Well, I assume an attractive girl like you brought her boyfriend along on spring break."

"Oh, I'm single. And available." She looks him square in the eyes and asks, "So how about you? You on the run from someone?"

He smiles shyly and looks out the window. "No. No one in the world wants anything to do with me. But I wish there was."

"Richard, that's sad."

"Perhaps."

Honor leans in towards him a little. "What was it? A bad marriage? Or a girlfriend maybe?"

"Oh, you needn't worry yourself with it," he says as he sips his tea. "It's rather depressing."

"I'm sorry," she says apologetically. "I didn't mean to open any old wounds."

Richard puts a hand on hers and says, "You didn't." He looks at her softly, feeling himself being romantically drawn to her dark brown eyes. She, too, was admiring the hazy shade of green of his eyes. "Uh," he begins, "are you heading out on the slopes later?"

"Sure am. I got a new pair of skis for my birthday and I've been dying to try them out."

"I wish I could go with you," he says regretfully.

"Can't you ski?"

"Can a bird swim?"

She smiles and says, "A duck can." The left side of his mouth raised in a smirk, creating the cutest little dimple near his mouth. "Why don't you come out with me? I can show you how. It's really not that difficult."

He shakes his head. "I don't know. I don't want to get hurt."

"Richard," she says, "I'm a physical therapy student. If you get hurt, I can help you out."

He gets a curious look on his face as he asks, "Do physical therapists know massage? You know, like how to make muscles relax?"

"Yeah. We have to know how to keep muscles from atrophying for people with paralysis. To keep their muscle tissues healthy until they can move them on their own again."

He smiles wide. "Well, I guess I'm going to learn how to ski, huh?"

After breakfast, Richard and Honor catch a lift up to a small, non-threatening slope. There is a lot of people out in the powdery white snow, from children and their toboggans to the handicapped professionals.

"Ok," she begins. "First rule is to put your skis on. Lay them down on the ground like this and lock your boots in like that. Got it?"

"Uh," he says nervously. "Ok." He watches her as she goes through it with him. As soon as both feet are strapped to the skis, he immediately loses his balance and falls over.

"Ouch," he says as he laughs. "It's a lot harder that it looks!"

She laughs as she reaches down and helps him up. "Put your poles in the ground like this and point your toes together. That should help hold you steady." Honor watches as he tries to hold himself completely still. "You can breath, you know."

"I'm afraid to. I might fall down again."

She shows him the basics of pushing off, turning and stopping before they actually go down the slope. "Ok, now I'm gonna go in front of you. Just incase you can't stop, I'll try and slow you down."

"Ok. Thanks in advance."

"Ready?"

"Uh... yeah," he says nervously.

"Ok. Push off."

He pushes himself forward just a little, sliding downhill and picking up a little speed. "Whoa..."

"Don't forget to turn! Here, here. Like this." He starts to imitate her moves and begins to control his movements.

"Hey!" he yells in jubilation. "Look at this! I'm skiing!"

"Yeah!"

As they coast to the bottom of the gentle incline, Richard somehow gets turned around and bends over at the waist and starts to slide backwards.

"What are you doing?" she asks as she laughs. It's really funny to watch someone go downhill butt first. Honor manages to get beside him and slow him down.

"Hang on, I gotcha."

He tries to stand up, but loses his balance completely and tumbles to the ground again, taking Honor with him. As they both lay in the snow, they laugh. Richard rolls onto his side and looks at her.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. You?"

"I think... my derriere is going to be a thousand shades of blue." Then he looks back up the hill and sees a bunch of kids on sleds racing towards them. "Look out!" He quickly moves over to Honor and covers her with his body. She lifts her head and buries it in his shoulder. After the kids pass, he asks, "Are you alright?"

For some reason, she likes the feel of his body against hers. He's not heavy, but solid. "Yeah. You?"

He looks in her eyes and says, "I'd be more ok if you'd put your arms around me."

They stare at one another for a few moments. She sees a gentle gleam in his eyes as she watches his breath turn into a cloud of steam as it spills out of his smiling mouth. "What?" she asks.

"I'm sorry. I was thinking out loud again. Come on, lemme help you up."

Honor is letting what he just said sink in as he tries to stand up, holding one arm out for her. "Richard, what did you say?"

"Nothing, really."

She takes his arm and pulls herself up to her feet. "Why did you say that?"

"I told you. I was thinking out loud. I'm sorry," he says.

"Don't apologize," she says. Then she smiles. "That makes you sound pitiful."

He looks down at his boots, then raises his eyes to hers. "Alright. I'll stop. But only if you can show me how to stop again. I think I'll get it this time."

"Ok."

After spending most of the day on the slopes, Richard and Honor sit in the dining room and order some coffee. Both of them are a tad sunburned and cold. As they wait for their coffee, she watches him squirm in his seat.

"How's your butt?"

"It hurts. Man, I must have fallen harder than I thought."

Their coffee arrives. She laughs as she lifts the hot cup to her lips. "Maybe I'll have to give you a rump massage later."

He smiles and says, "Promise?"

"Yeah. If you think it'll help."

"Just make sure you're hands are warm. Cold hands are such a turn off."

Honor sets her coffee down and takes his hands in hers. "Don't worry. I think they're warm enough." Richard takes one of her hands in his and squeezes it tenderly.

"And gentle, too." He watches as the afternoon sun illuminates her dark hair. "Would you... like to come to my room?"

"Sure."

They stand and head for the door, forgetting all about their coffee. Honor tried to keep her mind divided into equal parts of romance and adventure, without letting romance get the best of her.

Upstairs, Richard walked Honor down the hall and around a couple corners until they got to his suite, room 712. The room was almost too big for one person to use on a vacation. High vaulted ceilings and a heated stone floor made this room livable for royalty. There was a fireplace near a large bay window, a bar, and an in-ground hot tub on the other side of the room.

"Nice place," she says as she looks around.

"Thanks. It's a bit small, but I make good use of it," he laughs. He tosses his room key down on the table near the door. "Uh, I've never had any kind of massage treatment before, so you're going to have to walk me through this."

"Ok. It's very simple." She looks around the room for something. "I think what I'm going to have you do first is sit in the hot tub. It'll start to soften your muscles and make it easier to massage them later."

"Alright. Lemme go turn it on." He walks slowly over to the tub and flips a switch, making bubbles appear in the water. She watches his ass as he bends over. "Oh, wow. Now that's a nice view. Mmm... southern comfort."

"Give it a minute. It'll warm up."

Both of them watch the tub for a minute, then he says, "Why don't you join me?"

"Yes, yes, yes." "Alright. I got to run back to my room and change."

Richard smiles at her as she heads for the door. "Ok. Hurry back."

Honor runs down the hall and down a couple flights of stairs until she gets back to her room. Tammy, Sarah, and Rachel are all sitting at the table as she barges in.

"Where the hell have you been?" asks Tammy. "We went looking for you everywhere."

Sarah had to add her two cents. "You could have left a note. Where did you go?"

"I got up early," Honor begins, "and I went downstairs and had breakfast. Then I hit the slopes."

Rachel is concerned. "Alone?"

"No, I didn't go alone."

"Then who did you go with?" asks Sarah.

Honor really doesn't want to say. "Oh, just a guy." She goes to her drawer and gets out her bathing suit and heads to the bathroom.

"Not that old guy you were staring at last night, was it?"

"He's not 'old,' he's really a nice man."

Her three friends are completely grossed out at the thought of her seeing an older man. Rachel asks, "Why are you putting on your bathing suit?"

"He's got a hot tub in his room and he invited me up to use it." This got their attention fast.

"You mean, he's loaded?" asks Tammy.

Honor returns from the bathroom. "Oh, he's loaded alright, but I don't think we're talking about the same things." She smiles as she grabs her bathrobe and heads out the door. "Don't wait up for me."

Running back up the stairs, she hopes she didn't forget the way to his room. Then she finds room 712 and knocks on the door. Richard yells, "It's open, Honor."

She opens the door and finds him in the hot tub already. "Ah, my personal massage therapist. Come in, come in."

She smiles as she walks into the room. "Would you like a drink?" he asks.

"No thank you. Not while I'm working."

"Keeping a clear head. Good girl."

She goes to the bathroom and grabs a bunch of puffy towels. She returns and lays them out on the floor right by the hot tub. "Ok. Come on out. I think I can give it to you on the floor right here."

His green eyes light up as he smiles like a boy. "You're gonna give it to me? Right now? On the floor?"

She realizes what she just said. "The massage, you pervert."

"Awww..." he pouts jokingly. "Would you excuse me for a second?" Before she can answer, he ducks his head under water and when he comes up, he runs his hand through his drenched brown hair, slicking it back like the greasers did in the 1950's. He climbs out of the tub and walks over to her without drying off. She can't help but notice how attractive he looks in a pair of tight black swim trunks, not to mention his healthy looking body.

"Uh, Richard. If you don't mind my asking, how old are you?"

"43. Why, is massage bad for folks over 40?" he asks with a laugh.

"No, no. You look to be in good physical shape."

He smiles. "You know, that's the nicest thing a lady's ever said to me."

"Really?"

"Really." They look at each other for a few seconds, then he asks very enthusiastically, "Alright, what's next?"

"Lay on your stomach. I'll massage your back first." He gets down on the floor with his arms in front of him and rests his head on a rolled up towel. In the fading sun, the water running off his hair and face look like streams of gold melting off of a statue. She reaches out and with the back of her hand she wipes some of the moisture away. He closes his eyes and sighs.

Carefully and gently she begins working the muscles in and around his shoulders and neck. "Let me know if I hurt you," she says.

As she moves down his spine, she takes time to feel him for herself. Her thumbs worked the sides of his backbone as her fingers slid along for the ride, caressing his warm, silky skin. She only works down to his waist, saving below for later.

"Am I hitting any sore spots?" she asks.

"Oooooh, yeah. My whole back is sore..."

Honor kneads his muscles for a few more minutes, then says, "Climb back into the tub. Let the heat soften it up some more and I'll continue."

He crawls on his hands and knees over to the tub and tips head-first into the water. "Are you going to come in?" he asks.

"Yeah." She stands up and slowly takes off her robe, tossing it on the couch. A smirk of playfulness appears on his lips as she walks over to the tub. He reaches out a hand and helps her into the warm bath.

"Ooo, this is nice," she says happily as she starts to rub his shoulders and neck again.

"It's alright. But it could be a little warmer," he says. "I like things hot... real hot."

"Really?" Now is the time to make her move. She continues to rub his shoulders as she leans forward and kisses his neck. "I can make it... very hot for you, Richard." She licks the water droplet from his ear lobe. "That is, if you want me to." He turns his face towards her.

"You can scorch me, love. I can take it."

"Scorch you?" Honor licks down his neck and says, "I'd melt you."

He turns his whole body towards hers. She smiles as she disappears under water for a second. When she comes up, she pushes her hair out of her face. He backs her up against the tub wall carefully and puts his arms around her.

"Do whatever you want to me. Tonight I'm yours," he says. She runs her hands through his wet hair and pulls him towards her, pressing their mouths together hard. The sensation of kissing warm, soaking wet lips was unreal. It was so sensuous and pleasing. His mouth tastes of sweet tobacco and feels like warm velvet. Slowly he backed her away from the wall and brought her to the middle of the tub, both of them sinking down to their necks as they continue to kiss.

"Do you realize," he says, "that we're both going to overheat in here?"

"What's the matter? Can't take the heat?" she asks as she tongues his lips roughly. His lips open and suck on her pink tongue as his tongue tastes hers.

"I'll try," he pants as he kisses her deeply again. As he backs his lips away, he cups his hands and brings some water up to her shoulders, letting it run where it will as he runs his hands gracefully down her arms.

"My God, you're sexy," he says.

Honor takes his hands and puts them on her shoulders. "Why don't you give me a massage?" She glides her hands up his chest, letting one hand creep around to his back while touching his lips with the other. Looking deep into her eyes, he takes her first two fingers into his mouth, sucking them and sticking his tongue between them.

"Ooooo... Richard, you're turning me on."

He continues to suck on her fingers as his hands feel their way down her chest. When he gets to just above her bosoms, he goes back up to her neck. His hands are joined by hers as she unties the laces of her top. As her hands hold her hair up, his slowly and deliciously peel the top down, showing him her voluptuous breasts. He looks at them with desire in his eyes as he gently kneads them, rubbing his thumbs roughly over her nipples. Honor can't control her hands as they go under water and rub his hard ass.

"Ouch!" he yells.

"What'd I do?" she asks.

"That's the spot where I fell earlier."

She grimaces as she remembers. "Get out and let me look at it." He doesn't want to let go of her, but gets out of the tub. "Take your trunks off."

"Ok. Turn around."

She's not sure why he told her to turn away, but she does it. "Can I look now?"

"Hold on. Ok, now you can look." She turns back around to see Richard with his bottom half wrapped in a white towel. Honor gets out and takes her top right off.

"Lay down on your belly," she directs. Richard carefully lowers himself down, trying not to let anything show. She kneels next to him and reaches under his tight stomach to pull the towel back. She exposes his right hip and a good portion of his right butt cheek, colored in splotches of purple, blue, and red. Her face wrinkles at the sight.

"You got one banged up hip, baby," she tells him. "I don't think I ought to touch it."

"Well," he says, "do you think you could at least touch-" He rolls onto his left side, showing off the thick muscle between his legs. "-this?"

Her eyes open a little wider. "Oh, my God." He reaches out and takes her hand and curls her fingers around his stiffening sex.

"Mustn't forget this muscle. It works just as hard as the others." Her hand starts to move over the rigid monster slowly, the tip gathering moisture rapidly.

"You have such a gentle touch," he sighs. "Here, let me reciprocate the favor."

He tugs at her red bottoms until she gets up and takes them off. She kneels next to him with her knees apart and continues to massage his cock. Richard slides his fingers up the inside of her right thigh until he comes to a hooded bump. With two fingers firmly pressed against the little swollen node, he begins to rub it in a circular motion. He watched as her hips pulse towards him in gratification as he slides his fingers down then up into her wet chasm.

"Ooooooooo," she groans as she grips his wrist with her free hand, riding his hand a little faster. "Yes."

"That's it, darlin'. Yeah." He looks down at his cock as it grows in her hand. Richard reaches down and tightens her hold around him, making him squeeze his cock into her tight palm. She watches him as he closes his eyes and starts pumping her hand harder.

"Rrrrrrnnnnggg," he growls as his body tenses. Honor can feel him come, spurting his hot juices uncontrollably into her hand. Richard holds her hand tight around him until every last wave of desire has left him. "Come on, baby," he soothes as he breathes heavily. "Now it's your turn."

Honor smiles as she runs her dry hand through his hair, gently holding his head. With the other, she held his forearm up slightly at an angle so she could ride it better. She whipped her dark hair around behind her and tilted her head back and gasped as she moved herself faster and faster over his hand. He smiled as he felt her inner muscles clamp down around his fingers and pulled at them.

Once the sensational tickle subsided, Honor crawls towards his head, looking down at his beautiful eyes. She picks up his head and sets it on her lap and rubs her hands the full length of his torso, leaving no muscle untouched. As she rubs him, he bends one leg at the knee and sets it away from his body just slightly, his cock once again ready to spring into action. One end of the towel is carelessly draped over his other leg, reminding her of what Christ looked like as He lay dying in the Virgin Mother's arms in the famous grotto sculptures. Only difference between them was that the man Honor was holding was coming to life. Carefully she sets Richard's head down again and opens her knees. She leans forward and slides her hands down his ribs and along his sides, putting most of her weight on them. Richard moves his hands up and fondles her large breasts before moving south.

As she starts down his chest again, Richard sits up just enough to kiss her flat stomach. With his nose buried in her skin, he starts to kiss her navel like it was a mouth. This sensuous feeling compelled her to bite at the inside of his thighs, thus making him bite at her stomach. They both giggle as he kisses down to her pelvis, over the little patch of curls, finally stopping at her swollen lips. By this time, Honor has kissed her way around his pleasure pole.

"I want your body," he moans beneath her. "I want your body all over me this time."

He pulls her entire weight down onto him, putting her wet cleft almost right in his face. Her mouth was right in front of his cock, hard with hunger. She let out a small gasp as his tongue started to taste her loins, lapping it, kissing it, teasing it. Her mouth took his cock and immediately started to work him. Her tongue worked the tip as her teeth just barely scraped the shaft. Richard's mouth wanted more of her, so he drove his tongue into her as far as he could and tasted its sweet muskiness. He watches in delight as her body tries to ride his tongue in desperation.

He growled and moaned in a deep, sexy register. Not wanting her to find fulfillment just yet, he retracts his tongue and starts to gnaw her ass. As he playfully bites her, he reaches down and runs his hand through her hair. "Oh, yeah."

She stops for a moment. "Do you like that?"

"Uh huh"

"Well, maybe-" say says as she gets off, letting him roll on top of her, "you can use this to make you harder." He kisses her neck tenderly as he thrusts himself into her, letting her tight tunnel surround him. "You wanted my body, big boy. Take it."

Richard stares into her eyes as he moves within her with gentle but direct force. Honor looks back at him and sees the fires of passion burning within him again, hotter than magma beneath the earth's surface.

"Oh, yeah. This is what I want," she says through clenched teeth. Her hands lay limp above her head until his run up her arms and grip them.

"Do you like this massage, love?" he asks. "I know I do."

"Yeah, work it. Harder."

His hips snap forward a little faster and sharper. "You like it rough, don't you?"

"...Yes..."

His eyes closed and his grip tightened. "So do I..." As his head lays on her shoulder and kisses her neck, Honor looks over him and watches his backside rise and fall as he moves her closer to ecstasy.

"Give it to me, baby," she moans. "Yes."

Richard raises his head and whispers in her ear, "I hope you're ready, love. I can't hold it much longer."

"Oh, yes. Let me make you come."

His breathing got harder and faster as he bounced his body off of hers. Without any warning, he begins to moan and wail as he explodes within her, transferring his sexual electric shock into her body. Her body shook underneath his as she held on to his hips with her legs, refusing to let him quit.

After they both drained each other for the second time, Richard and Honor lay next to one another and tried to reclaim their normal breathing patterns. Neither could say anything.

Richard sits up and shakes his head, letting his hair hang where it wants to. He looks down lovingly at Honor, who has one hand behind her head and the other across her belly. He bends down and kisses her, then crawls back into the hot tub. She sits up and watches him.

"Richard," she says, "you have got to be the greatest lover in the world."

With a half grin he answers, "What makes you say that?"

Honor gets up and crawls on all fours over to the edge of the hot tub, swinging her legs around and sticking her feet in. "I've had several boyfriends in my life, but none of them could ever make love to me the way you did. I mean, you were fantastic."

Richard makes his way over to the edge where she's sitting. He sets his hands on her thighs. "Were? Whatdya mean 'were'?" He picks her up by the waist and lowers her into the tub. "I'm not through yet."

"You mean you want to do it again?"

"Absolutely. But gimme some time to catch my breath."

He dunks himself underwater to wet himself down. As soon as he comes back up, she brushes his hair back and kisses him deeply. She lets go of him and slips underwater herself, letting her face graze his cock on her way up. Richard kisses her and leans his back against the side with his arms out and his head back, letting the water jets comb his back. Honor climbs out, grabs a towel, and slowly walks over to the giant window facing the mammoth mountain outside. She remembers back to when her vacation began that nothing could ever match the beauty of these mountains. Yet, all that changed when she met Richard.

Richard climbs out of the tub and dries off somewhat as he approaches Honor. "Beautiful view, isn't it?"

Without turning around, she says, "Yes, it sure is." He drops his towel to the side, letting go of it. His lips caress her neck as his hands remove her towel and toss it aside. Her head goes back until it rests on his shoulder.

"Let the mountain watch us make love," he whispers as his hands come around from behind and fondle her breasts. Her hands come up and touch his, then wander up into her hair. As he steps closer to her, she can feel his cock against her ass, hard as it was before. He takes his hands from her chest, places them on her hips, and enters her tight, slippery canyon. Although she enjoyed the sex they had earlier, this position just felt more pleasing, more stimulating.

Honor braced herself against the window frame as Richard drilled into her a little harder. He craned down and kissed her neck as one hand played with her clit and the other massaged her breasts. She held onto the window with one hand and grabbed his hair with the other. His hard, deep thrusts were lifting her slightly off the ground.

"Yes, Richard. Lift me. Lift me up high and never let me down."

As she spoke, his tongue licked her ear and his lips nibbled upon it. His warm breath became heavier as it flowed over her neck and down her chest.

"Drain my soul from me, Honor," he panted. "Drain it all..."

He continued to stab inside her until that wonderful vibration coursed through his body again, taking him over and forcing himself deeper within. He moaned almost to the point of crying with delight as he filled her yet again. As he came, he pinched and massaged her between her legs, making her buck like a wild stallion trying to be corralled. The feel of her smooth, muscular ass backing up against him only made his climax stronger, forcing more fluid into her.

Slowly, the sensuous storm died down, leaving Honor and Richard completely spent and physically drained. He withdrew himself from her but held her close to him.

"Oh, darlin'," he whispered, "I've never made love this much in one day." Gently he kissed her neck. "I made love to a snow angel," he whispered.

By now the sun had gone down, and the moon was full. And the only light on in Richard's suite was the fireplace. In front of the romantic glow was Richard and Honor, sitting on the plush carpet in front of it, in their bathrobes, and enjoying a bottle of expensive wine.

"At the risk of sounding crude," says Richard, "you were, by far, the best partner I've ever had."

She looked over the rim of her glass. "Why, because I'm young?"

"No, not at all. You're so... mature, in your attitude towards love and in the way you conducted yourself. Age had nothing to do with it."

She takes a small sip from her goblet and lets his words sink in, then says, "Thank you. And may I add that you certainly proved that age doesn't mean anything when it comes to... satisfying a woman."

He smiles and sips his wine. "Thank you. Just because I'm over 40 doesn't mean my body moves like it."

"You got that right."

He reaches out and takes her glass and sets them both down. Then he gets closer to her and cuddles up with her.

"So... Are you going to spend the night with me tonight?"

"Sure."

"I mean to sleep, not to-"

"Oh, I know. I don't think my body could take another round."

"Mine either." He rubs his fingers over her cheek. "So, do you still want to stay?"

Honor kisses him tenderly on the lips and says, "I'll stay."

Richard smiles as he stands up and helps her to her feet. Together they walk to the bedroom, close the door, and settle in for a good night's rest.

The End
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The Richard Dawson Experience

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