𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘆

𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘆:

Cannoli’s

❅𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘆❅

The flight to Aspen flew by, especially since I fell asleep halfway through.

It took around four hours before we touched down—and the air was already filled with excitement.

After getting off the plane, we all separated into the different SUVs waiting, watching the snowy scenery pass through the tinted windows.

It was almost four o'clock so there was still an ample amount of daylight, allowing us to take in our surroundings.

I was more or less intrigued by the snow-capped mountains.

Or even the modern ski hotel that we made it to.

It was made of sleek glass and wood, rising at least forty stories.

The lobby was made of marble floors, soft chandelier lighting, and decorated with numerous fluffy Christmas trees that had a fake snow dusting covering the branches.

Christmas music played softly through the speakers—even in the elevator on the way up to our rooms.

There were two separate wings to the hotel—Mazin and I were on the east wing with Nelli, Ronan, Tahir, Alena, and Omara.

Everyone else was on the west wing, taking the separate elevators over to the left

of the hotel.

We had to split into separate elevators given our luggage—but we all seemed to be on the highest floor together which was nice.

The view was very surreal to watch through the glass elevator that displayed the faraway mountains as we rose to level forty-two of the hotel.

The rooms were spaced out, given the numerous hallways so we weren't as close as I thought, but at least we were on the same level.

"Wow," I whispered as we entered the large hotel suite.

The tall glass wall completely displayed the faraway snowy mountains, giving us the perfect view.

The king bed faced the windows, situated in the middle of the room with a couch and a modern fireplace off to the side.

There was also an en-suite bathroom attached, along with a walk-in closet that I noticed as well.

"Do you like it?" Mazin asked me as I trailed further into the room in awe, trailing my fingertips across the edge of the bed as my eyes lingered on the incredible view from the glass wall.

Which spanned into the bathroom as well, where you could take a shower or a bath and still see the picturesque view.

"I love it," I told Mazin as I briefly eyed the bathroom, glancing over to her as she rolled our suitcases toward the walk-in closet.

"Good baby, I'm happy you love it," Mazin said as she guided our suitcases into the closet.

A smile grew on my lips when she turned back around to me, naturally reaching for my waist to pull me closer to her.

"I'm so excited to be in Aspen with you," I whispered as she leaned down to me for a kiss.

"Me too beautiful," she whispered back, gently grabbing my chin to tilt my head back further for better access.

I hummed as she deepened the kiss, leaning back against the wall behind me.

Mazin's hand roamed up my thigh to my hip, subtly sliding under the sweatshirt I wore.

My body burned as she caressed the back of her hand against my stomach, curving away from the wall into her touch.

"Let's break in our room," Mazin murmured insinuatingly against my lips, earning a few repeated nods from me.

I couldn't stop myself from impatiently leaning away from the wall to go to the king bed.

At least until Mazin pressed her hand firmly against my stomach, gently pushing me back into the wall.

"I want you right here," Mazin said against my lips, her voice determined as she used her leg to separate my foot further from the other.

Her actions were so attractive, naturally making an impatient hum burn in my throat as I tugged her closer by her hips.

Mazin seemed to notice my clear impatience, trailing her hand down my stomach where I needed her most.

I gripped her tighter, feeling her hand subtly slip under the waistband of my leggings.

"Right now—I want you right now," I whispered impatiently against her lips, reaching down to her wrist and guiding her hand even lower.

Mazin smirked against my lips, "It's yours baby," she assured me, letting go of my neck to trail her hand under my sweatshirt and thin bralette.

I let out a breathless sigh as she began kissing my neck and circling her thumb around my nipple—slipping her fingers past my underwear.

"Mazin," I moaned out as soon as her fingers met my clit already brimming with wetness for her.

"You're so soft and warm baby," Mazin murmured against my neck, now seamlessly sliding two fingers into me, "Fuck, Virelai."

I moaned desperately at her words, rocking my hips against her fingers and furthering the sensation burning around me.

My moans grew even quicker and breathless when Mazin sped up her pace, burying her face in my neck as she deepened her strokes.

I dug my nails into her covered back for stability, trying to find a way to take it all.

I just feel overwhelmed by the pleasure growing so quickly in my body.

"Mazin," I nearly whined out when she began grazing her thumb against my clit.

Her strokes were deep and precise, even with her quick thrusts.

I could easily feel how wet I had grown—my underwear was entirely ruined at this point.

I arched deeper into Mazin, my legs trembling and my eyes falling closed with deep gasps.

And that's when I hit my peak, moaning and gasping for air as Mazin kept up her pace.

My body shook under hers, rocking my hips as my orgasm slowly began to fade.

Until I was left breathless, burying my face in Mazin's shoulder as I hugged her tighter to me.

It was silent for a few beats between us, especially as I tried to regain my sanity, and then with Mazin carefully sliding out of me.

"You did so good baby," Mazin whispered as she pulled back from me slightly, placing a kiss on my lips.

I hummed breathlessly at her words, still finding my composure as I briefly kissed her back.

Then she guided me away from the wall toward the king bed—which I was beyond eager to lay down in.

But it seems Mazin didn't want to just lay in it.

Not when she gently pushed me back and reached down for the waistband of my leggings.

"Mazin," I laughed, watching as she stripped the black material down my legs.

And as soon as I noticed my visibly wet underwear, I grew so fucking shy.

"And this is exactly why we aren't done," Mazin pointed out, running her fingers across the wet material covering my core, which naturally made me squirm underneath her.

"I don't think I can possibly go again," I said honestly, watching as she reached for the hem of my sweatshirt.

Which caused me to lift my arms up, allowing her to pull my sweatshirt off and leave me in my plain black bralette.

"Let's test that theory," Mazin said, now pulling my underwear down my legs and off me entirely.

Once she had flung them aside, I reached for her t-shirt and pulled it over her head—leaving her in only a sports bra.

Which easily made my eyes dip down and roam her soft skin, taking in every inch of her exposed.

At least until she kneeled down, pulling me to the edge of the bed by my thighs that she spread even further.

I drew in a deep breath, anticipating when her mouth would press to me.

"We're forgetting something," Mazin suddenly determined, rising from her knees.

To grab one of the fluffy pillows right near me.

And that's when the realization hit me, especially when Mazin motioned me to lay up so she could put the pillow underneath me.

Specifically, under my lower back, guiding me to lay further from the edge of the bed so she could lay between my legs instead.

"There you go—just like that baby," Mazin told me as I laid back down, my back forced to curve slightly.

Nervous knots grew in my stomach as Mazin pressed my thighs up this time, causing them to rest on either side of my stomach and leave me entirely open to her.

It was the most exposed I had ever felt, especially as I stared down at her between my spread thighs.

My lips parted, inaudibly gasping as soon as I felt her soft lips graze my clit.

Until she wrapped her lips around me and sucked down so gently.

But the shivers that ran up my spine—how my legs clenched up so quickly, it was all so unfamiliar.

"Oh my god," I breathed out, gripping the bedding under me for stability, especially when Mazin sucked down harder.

And flicked her tongue against me.

Moans fell from my lips as she pressed her hands deeper against the back of my thighs, holding me firmer in place as she moved her tongue so quickly against me.

I scratched at the bedding, moaning and whimpering uncontrollably as she quickened her strokes against my clit—her tongue so quick and soft.

I've never felt this sensitive before, especially after having my previous orgasm and then this.

It's the position.

Or how Mazin purposely kept a quick pace against me, knowing how sensitive I am in this fucking position.

"Fuck-fuck," I breathed out, already feeling my legs clench up and tingles grow at my center.

I'm already at my fucking peak.

"Mazin," I quickly forced out between moans, squirming as much as I could underneath her as she held me firmer in place, "Fuck, Maz-Mazin."

My words were unrecognizable, burning in the back of my throat as a desperate whine.

A plea even.

Especially when my orgasm spread around me so quickly—I didn't even realize it could happen that fast.

But in a matter of barely thirty seconds, Mazin somehow had me.

It almost made me concerned, wondering how she obtained this skill level.

Deep breaths fell from my lips, gripping the bedding underneath me as I slowly came down from my intense orgasm.

But Mazin didn't pull away from my core.

She only traced her tongue up my folds, humming contently to herself as she sucked and licked up every drop of me as she could.

Which still left me wet, but mostly from her saliva.

"Perfect," Mazin sighed contently as she pulled away from my core, gently guiding my sore legs down for me.

I let out a deep sigh, feeling almost stuck in place as Mazin slid the pillow out from underneath me.

"I wanted to touch you too," I whispered honestly even if I felt so fucking worn out by what she just put me through.

I think I need to get my turn first from now on.

"You can later baby, just take a moment," Mazin whispered, grabbing one of the throw blankets at the end of the bed as she laid down beside me and covered us both up.

I furrowed my brows as I shifted into her side, entirely unaccustomed to the soreness in my legs.

"My legs, Mazin," I said, practically scolding her for doing this to me.

"I know," Mazin said, having the nerve to sound proud of herself, "I'll help you stretch them later."

I let out a deep sigh, "I'm not letting you do that ever again," I determined, even if I wasn't entirely serious.

I mean, it felt really fucking good.

It's just my legs hurt so much now.

And I feel like I could take the longest nap.

"You're joking," Mazin determined as she played with my hair, "Tell me you're joking, Virelai," she suddenly said, shifting to look down at me.

A smile twitched up on my lips, "I'm joking," I assured her, running my arm across her waist as I leaned in closer to her, "As long as I can get a nap in."

Mazin smiled slightly, leaning down to briefly kiss my lips, "Of course you can. I think we aren't doing dinner until six," she told me as I closed my eyes.

"Sounds good to me," I mumbled, letting out a soft sigh.

And in a matter of minutes, I was quickly asleep, having one of the best naps of my life.

The furry blanket was so warm—and so was Mazin's body that I was curled into.

And then she was also playing with my hair which made it so much better to sleep.

When I awoke, it was pitch dark out and Mazin was standing beside the bed.

She was already dressed in a leather coat and dress pants, wearing her hair slicked back with a black headwrap tied underneath her chin.

Which emphasized her sharp face so perfectly.

"Am I late?" I suddenly asked, sitting up at an alarming speed as I clutched the blanket to me.

"Not at all baby," Mazin quickly assured me, "I have the shower ready for you—we don't have to leave for another forty minutes."

My brows shot up, "Forty minutes?" I asked her, quickly standing from the bed to run toward the bathroom.

But my legs had another idea in mind.

"Fuck," I breathed out, holding the cover around my body as I tried my best not to walk weirdly.

"Let me help you stretch," Mazin tried to offer, but I quickly shook my head.

"No I have to start getting ready—I don't have much time," I rushed out, walking into the bathroom as I dropped the blanket and stripped my bralette off.

Then I tried my best to quickly enter the steamy glass shower that Mazin had prepared for me.

"I'll grab your clothes for you," Mazin called out, earning a few nods from me.

"Yes please—and can you go ahead and get my blow dryer plugged in?" I quickly called out, glancing around the empty shower filled with my stuff that Mazin must've unpacked for me, "Thank you for putting everything in here."

"Of course," I heard Mazin's faraway voice as I began washing my body.

Luckily, I planned to blow out my hair so I didn't have to wash it and start from the very beginning.

Still, by the time I took a shower and got my hair and makeup done, we were already running five minutes behind.

Then I still had to get dressed in the tight black long-sleeve shirt and leggings—pulling the matching black denim jacket over it.

Then I pulled on the layered brown fur coat that fell to my calves, wearing the matching furry hat with it as my dark hair fell close to my mid-back.

Which was very cute to say the least.

The brown fur was detailed and held a black shine to it so it matched perfectly.

Mazin had also picked out high-heeled boots to wear with it, which I quickly pulled on before spraying myself with perfume.

I let Mazin put my jewelry on me before we quickly exited our room, finally meeting everyone downstairs only ten minutes late to our agreed time.

"Finally," Tahir said as we walked through the lobby towards them all, "I'm so fucking hungry."

Mazin lazily raised her brows, "I'm not surprised," she said, naturally making me grow amused.

"She basically just called you a big back, T," Omara chimed in, earning a chuckle from me, "You're going to let her do you like that?" she purposely asked her older brother who shot her and Mazin a narrowed look.

"Omi, stop instigating," Lena quickly said before Tahir could start an argument with Mazin who didn't deny Omara's words.

"The cars are waiting," Tazmin purposely added, motioning us outside before a possible argument could break out.

"I don't think you're a big back bro," Ronan told Tahir who nodded a few times, causing Nelli to hilariously roll her eyes.

Soon we were walking outside, keeping my arm wrapped around Mazin's as I braced myself for the cold air.

It made my face burn.

But the warm SUV that we were quickly seated in easily contrasted the harsh air.

Then we were on the way to a nearby Italian restaurant, riding in numerous SUVs since there were so many of us.

Dinner was incredible.

Especially as we sat at the long reserved table by the modern fireplace, drinking wine as we ate our pasta.

I ordered spaghetti while Mazin got the alfredo.

Then for dessert, we all tried the authentic cannolis.

Which were fucking incredible.

It was the perfect dinner, especially with us all together conversing over random topics.

Even if Mazin, Omara, and Tahir managed to argue over the smallest things.

"I bet the bill will be thirty-five hundred," Tahir said as we all sat around the table.

"Nah it'll be around five thousand," Mazin determined, keeping her arm secured around my waist.

"I think ten thousand and up," Omara said as she looked around the packed table.

"I call eight thousand," Nadia said as she took the last sip of her wine.

"Did you guys want to pay the bill or something?" Tazmin purposely asked, given she's the one paying the costs.

"You got it, Taz," Vic didn't hesitate to say, which naturally amused me.

Especially when Mav nodded in her direction, picking up the bill to hand to her when the waitress set it down.

"Wait," Nelli quickly called out before Tazmin could say anything about the cost of the bill, "I want to bet that it's six thousand," she added, which I wasn't surprised about given her competitiveness. 

Tazmin nodded as she read over the bill silently.

For a long moment actually, which felt purposeful.

"What's the damage baby?" Lena suddenly asked her wife, leaning over to eye the bill.

"You can tell them," Tazmin told Lena, handing her the bill to do the honors.

Lena dramatically cleared her throat, rolling her shoulders back, "It's five thousand and seventy-two dollars," she formally announced, and the huge number easily shocked me.

Then again, with everyone here—Morana, Zane, the twins, Marie, and Jada, it made sense.

There are sixteen of us and meals here are already really expensive.

Combine that with the numerous bottles of wine and dessert... and yeah.

"Told you," Mazin specifically told Tahir with a knowing smirk.

Even if she had proven everyone wrong she still had to rub it in his face which I found hilarious.

"It's just luck," Tahir determined, taking a sip of his wine.

"I disagree," I quickly said before Mazin could argue his point, "Calculating everyone at this table and each dish that was around a hundred dollars—it's less about luck and more about numbers," I explained, naturally making Tahir dramatically roll his eyes.

Meanwhile, Mazin seemed to look at me with a smile growing on her lips, "My girlfriend the professor," she murmured in my ear, gently squeezing my waist.

A smile grew on my lips as she kissed below my ear, "The degree comes in handy sometimes," I whispered to her.

"I miss when you guys stood on opposite sides of the room," Tahir mumbled childishly.

"Let's not wish that on anyone, especially us who had to endure the awkwardness," Lena quickly told Tahir as Tazmin nodded.

"Yeah, I'm not doing that again," Tazmin determined.

"I'll drink to that," Nadia said as she poured herself a little more wine.

"She just wants an excuse to have a second glass," Morana said in amusement as Nadia passed the bottle over to Zane.

"I definitely want an excuse," Zane said as he poured himself some more of the red liquid, later pouring some for Morana as well.

Then the bottle was passed to Marie and Vic, pouring themselves some of the wine as Tazmin passed around another bottle.

And before I knew it, we were quite literally toasting to me and Mazin. 

Clearly, everyone around us seemed to be thankful for us finally being together.

They never fail to make that one known.

But honestly, I'm thankful too. 

I'm very thankful for my girlfriend.