Page 70 of The Chalet Girl

‘Wait,’ he whispered. She looked at him just as the doors seamlessly closed on the wine buyers.

‘What?’

‘We’ll see you down there!’ Tristan shouted to his group, who were all too awestruck by the diamanté gondola and the view of the Silberschnee from it to notice they’d been deliberately separated.

Tristan put Emme’s skis next to his on the external rack of the next gondola and ushered her in, then he followed. Making himself big so no one else would want to join them.

‘No diamonds,’ Emme jovially pouted, then smiled.

Tristan approached her.

Both of them prayed no one would enter their cable car in the next few seconds.

‘Doesn’t matter…’ Tristan shrugged casually.

The doors slammed behind him and they both felt the thrill.

‘You’re the only jewel I can see.’

Whether it was to exorcise thoughts of Tom or because her body was yearning like never before, there was no question about what was going to happen next. Emme felt sensational; her body tingled.

Tristan pressed a button next to the door and moved over to Emme. She could see his hardness in his black salopettes. She looked from his crotch to his face and raised an eyebrow. He was smiling back. He had the sexiest smile she had ever seen.

‘How long do we have?’

‘Long enough to make you come,’ he said, confidently.

Tristan held Emme’s face and they gazed into each other’s eyes before slipping their tongues into each other’s mouths. His kisses were even more electric in the daylight. Slow at first but soon their exploration was fast and frenzied. Emme broke away.

‘But what about?’

She nodded to the wine buyers, all marvelling, unaware, at the peak.

‘I’ve put the window tint on. We can see out the front but they can’t see in– and they won’t even know why.’

Emme pressed herself against Tristan and felt his hardness against her, rubbing her in just the right place.

She couldn’t slide off her jacket and salopette braces fast enough, as Tristan unbuttoned the poppers at the waist of her new lilac trousers. They continued to kiss feverishly as he rolled down her trousers, SKIMs and knickers, and stroked her wetness with his finger.

‘Oh my god!’ she groaned. She so wanted him to finish what he’d started in the shop.

He slid his finger in his mouth to taste her and groanedhimself, before slumping to his knees and parting her with his tongue.

‘No time,’ she said. ‘I want you inside me.’

Emme lifted Tristan’s jacket and unbuttoned his ski trousers, feeling his rock-hard cock tethered inside.

‘Oh my god,’ she gasped as he silenced her with another kiss and she stroked the long velvety contours of him as she released him from his Calvin Kleins.

‘Do you have a condom?’

She was not going to let this fuckboy inside her without one.

‘Yes… yes…’ he said, grappling one from his trouser pocket.

He tore off the condom wrapper and expertly rolled it onto his cock, while Emme smoothed her hand along its hardness just to check it was all in place. She was so wet, she couldn’t wait. And then she felt it. Hard and warm and moving deep inside her. Slowly at first while she opened up, then frantically as she rocked, her pulsating body vibrating with the hum of the gondola.

Tristan pushed her base layer top up and then her bra to reveal her breasts. He kissed her sweet nipples and seemed in a rush to get to know every curve of her, he wanted to make her come fast, and he could feel it building.