Season of Desire: Complete Edition (17 page)

His eyes glitter dangerously. He’s holding his shaft in one hand, getting ready to direct it where I want it so badly. ‘You want it, do you?’

‘Yes, yes,’ I cry, reckless in the desire he’s kindled in me. ‘Please, give it to me.’

His eyes are glassy with want as he pushes the tip of his cock to my slit. I rise to meet him, pushing my hips towards him. I can feel him pressing at my entrance. I’m so wet and slippery that the way is well lubricated but even so, the size of his cock and its girth means that he doesn’t simply slip into me. The great head pushes against my lips and I feel myself stretching deliciously to encompass him.

‘Ohhh,’ I sigh with rapture as he moves a centimetre deeper. He’s advancing slowly, holding back his considerable power to allow his cock to inch inside me in tiny but utterly divine progression. The sensation as he fills me makes me almost dizzy with delight. I open myself as wide as I can to him, eager for him to drive his whole cock home. I put one arm round his broad back, though I can hardly reach to its centre and with the other I grasp the arm that’s supporting him, the muscles bulging out.

‘Winter, you’re exquisite,’ he breathes. ‘Your body is beautiful inside as well as out. You feel amazing.’

I can’t speak, I can only register the intoxicating feelings he’s rousing in me as he pushes his huge shaft deeper and deeper inside me, until it feels as though he’s making his way into my very core. I thrill to the sensation of my belly being filled up as he buries himself inside me. Then he’s in to the hilt, and I sigh joyously as I feel his balls against my bottom.

The pleasure is unbelievable.

‘Are you enjoying your basic biology lesson?’ he asks breathlessly.

‘Very much,’ I manage to say.

‘You’re showing a marked talent for this. I shall have to see how we can progress your studies further.’

‘Please don’t stop teaching me,’ I beg.

‘I won’t, don’t worry about that.’ He begins to move his cock inside me and I groan with delight. It feels as though he could be no deeper within me as he begins to work away, thrusting in and out.

‘Oh . . . my God, that’s unbelievably delicious . . . it’s heaven . . . Oh . . .’ I am carried away by the beautiful feelings he’s stimulating in me with his movements. I never thought I could feel so utterly filled up, but his great shaft stretches me more delectably than I imagined possible. He begins to thrust harder, my hips rising to meet his. I can feel the grinding of his pubic bone on my clitoris, the slap of his balls on my bottom, the power of his thrusts which almost move me off our makeshift bed.

If I never have another lesson with Miles, I’ve learned so much about what pleasures there are to be enjoyed – and I know I’ve barely begun to comprehend what he can teach me. I can feel his cock throbbing and swelling inside me as he pumps it in and out. I clutch at his back and arm as the passion in me begins to become more than I can bear. His jaw is set and his eyes are burning with the force of his passion, and he grunts as he pushes himself home deep within me. We are two animals become one now, moving together, feeling our passions rising as the climax approaches. His strokes become harder, shorter as his cock jerks inside me. My bud thrills to the pressure of his body as he rubs on it just as the head of his erection hits home, creating divine pleasure for me. I sense through my own waves of enjoyment that he’s approaching a peak as well. Just as my orgasm engulfs me, making me dig my nails deep into the flesh of his arm, I feel him swell even more within me and then shoot out his climax inside me. He sinks down on me, groaning with the force of his orgasm as my vagina convulses around him, tightening with the waves of my powerful crescendo.

We don’t speak for a long time as our breathing returns to normal. He lies between my legs, his weight heavy upon me, his cock still sheathed inside me. I stroke a hand across the broad back that’s now dewy with the sweat of our exertions.

‘That was glorious,’ I say softly.

‘You are a delight,’ he replies, his voice tender now. ‘I meant to be much more restrained, but I couldn’t stop myself.’ He nuzzles into my neck. ‘I think that is probably more than enough education for now.’

I make a small noise of agreement. My eyelids flicker and close. I’m worn out by the bouts we’ve just enjoyed and now that the fire has died right down to little more than a red-gold glow, the room is almost completely dark. I’m warm from the love-making. Miles slowly withdraws and I’m too tired to bother with the need to tidy myself up. I curl up into his broad warm chest and fall asleep.

I don’t know how long I sleep for but when I wake it feels like the middle of the night. I’m desperate for a pee. Miles is still asleep and it’s almost completely dark in the little hut. It’s so quiet that I feel almost suspicious. What’s wrong? What’s missing? Then I realise: I’ve been used to the sound of the wind buffeting the little hut but that noise is gone. We’re in absolute quiet. I’ve never gone so long without access to my telephone or email or the Internet but it turns out that the world goes on without all the endless chatter and distraction. My life seems so full and busy but maybe real existence is this quiet isolation and my noisy, social flitting is the illusion.

I can make out some shapes in the darkness and I find the bucket in the corner. God, if it weren’t for this, I would be able to put up with this place a lot more easily. I pee as quietly as I can, and then go back to our bed. It’s chillier now, and all the sleeping bags are underneath us. Miles’s body emanates a good heat: he must be a warm-blooded creature, while I’m more prone to cold, always suffering with chilly toes and fingers. I snuggle up against him and fall back to sleep.

I wake to feel his mouth at my earlobe, tugging gently. He kisses the skin just below and then buries his face in the place where my neck and shoulder meet. He has wrapped me in his strong arms and I feel tiny in his muscled embrace. Hot against my hip is his hard erection.

‘Winter, are you awake?’ he murmurs.

‘Mmm,’ I say, coming to a little in the darkness, my skin awakening to the touch of him.

‘You’re so beautiful, so enchanting. I can’t resist you . . .’

‘Do I have another lesson?’

‘Think of it as revision,’ he murmurs. ‘Nothing new to learn, just consolidating . . .’ His cock is hard against me. I turn so that I’m facing him, and lift one leg up so that it rests on his thigh. He sighs with pleasure as he understands that I’m open to him now. He manoeuvres the head of his cock so that he’s at my entrance again. Just the feel of that great smooth head pushing at me sends judders of delight twisting through my stomach. I don’t think I could ever get tired of this delicious sensation: the pushing of his giant battering ram against the lips of muscle that guard my entrance, the stretching as I engulf it and he thrusts the thick shaft in as far as it will go, so that I’m impaled on him.

He’s in me suddenly, pushing through and into my vagina, filling it up with his cock. He pushes it home hard and I gasp. He pushes again, fast and fierce, driving the breath out of me with an ‘Oh!’ He’s clasping me fiercely, one hand cupping my buttocks, the other wrapped around my waist so he can move me up and down on his erection. There’s none of the slow savouring of our last encounter. He’s driving me hard – I understand now what riding means – he’s riding me – or I’m riding him as I take him into my very depths and thrust my hips to spur us both on.

‘Oh my God,’ I groan, throwing back my head. He’s consumed with passion now, sinking into me to the root, driving back and doing it again. His mouth finds mine and we begin to devour each other, our tongues twisting together, our saliva mingling as we ride the heat of our desire. He’s going hard and fast, it won’t be long before he comes, I can tell. This is not part of my education so much as him slaking his need.

‘You’re delicious, you’re so sexy,’ he says in my ear. ‘I can’t resist you . . . God, you’re making me come . . .’

The realisation that his orgasm is building floods me with hot excitement but before I can reach my own peak, he groans loudly and says, ‘Yes, oh . . . I’m coming now,’ and his thrusts become shorter and sharper and then he bursts a jetting climax inside me.

‘Oh . . . oh . . .’ I moan, inflamed by his passion.

Swiftly he thrusts again, his cock still huge and swollen inside me, and reaches down with one hand. The balls of his fingers find my throbbing clitoris and he begins to massage it hard, stroking and tickling and rousing it to an unbearable state of excitement. My thighs tighten, my fists clench and I cry out sharply as he strums my bud to beyond what it can bear and a delightfully sharp, electric orgasm shoots through me, stiffening my limbs in convulsive spasms. I’m left panting and replete. Miles pulls his cock slowly out of me.

‘Thank you,’ he says, kissing me lightly. ‘I love it when you come.’

‘I love it when I come too,’ I say, and he laughs.

‘A willing student. I can’t ask for anything more.’

We doze off again in one another’s arms.

When I wake, Miles isn’t beside me. The hut is full of a grey light. It’s day now and the storm is evidently over. I shiver, cold without his body to keep me warm. I’ve covered myself with some of the sleeping bag but not enough to be properly cosy.

Where is he?
I wonder. Probably he’s gone out to relieve himself. No humiliating bucket for him. Men are so lucky that way. I wish he was with me. I’m engulfed with desire for his body, the warmth of his nearness.

Have I really had three orgasms since last night?

When I was with Jacob, I’d insist that I couldn’t possibly orgasm more than once a night, and when he’d tried to persuade me otherwise, I’d only ended up sore and grouchy. But now I understand that was because I’d never known what real desire – or real fucking – actually was. Now I think I’m probably capable of four orgasms or more, if only it’s Miles who’s fucking me . . .

The memory of our delightful night-time bout excites me.

Oh that cock – that utterly bloody magnificent cock.
I sigh and flush at the thought of it and my sex prickles with longing. I laugh at myself.
Ready for another go?

You bet I am. Where is he?

I want to sit with him, drink coffee with him, touch him, kiss him, taste him, fuck him. I remember the sight of his dark head buried between my legs. I could never tire of the delicious feelings he roused in me with his magical tongue.

I can hardly stand the way the recollection makes me feel. I shiver and stand up, taking one of the sleeping bags with me, wrapping it round me.

I can hear a strange noise: a thumping, thudding kind of noise, like a flag fluttering hard in a strong wind. I frown, wondering what it can be, and go to the window to look out but I can still see nothing but whiteness. It fades a little and then gets louder again. I’m still scrutinising the sky when the door of the hut opens and Miles comes in in a gust of freezing air. He’s dressed again and is smiling broadly at me.

‘Morning, lovely. How are you? Did you sleep all right?’

I nod, still frowning. ‘Yes, but . . . that noise, can you hear it?’

‘I certainly can. Don’t you know what it is?’ His eyes are bright.

‘No – what?’

‘It’s a helicopter. If I’m not much mistaken, we’ve been found. If they’ve got heat-seeking equipment, the fire that’s been burning in the hearth will be lighting this place up like a Christmas tree on their monitors. If they don’t know where we are yet, they will very soon.’ He walks up to me and throws his arms around me. ‘Don’t you see? We’re going to be rescued! It’s going to be okay.’

‘Oh,’ I say weakly. ‘That’s . . . that’s fantastic.’

But my heart is sinking. All I’ve wanted since the accident is for us to be found. So why do I now feel so utterly depressed?

Chapter Nine

‘Freya, honey! Oh my God, I’m so happy to see you!’

My father is advancing towards me, his face split by a beaming smile, his small brown eyes almost lost in the creases of his eyelids and the folds of his cheeks.

I’m wearing a white hospital gown and lying in a bed between pristine white sheets, a blood pressure sleeve around my upper arm that automatically squeezes me every few minutes and updates the information on the monitor at my side. I’ve no idea what the numbers mean but the nurse who regularly glides in to examine them doesn’t seem particularly concerned, so I guess I’m all right. I was brought straight here after we were rescued this morning, and I’ve been thoroughly examined, tested and monitored ever since.

‘Hi, Dad.’ I smile wanly as he comes up, drops a kiss on my cheek and grasps my hand. He sits down on the chair by my bedside, leaning in towards me.

‘How are you, sweetheart? Are you okay?’ He scans me anxiously. I think I can see the signs of strains on his face: his eyes are bloodshot and dark bags puff out underneath them, his forehead is lined and his complexion has a greyish tinge.

I smile up at him, comforted by the fact that he’s clearly been worried about me. ‘I’m fine, Dad, really. I’m very lucky.’

‘I’m so relieved to have you safely back where you belong. What the hell happened to you?’ He squeezes my hand a little tighter, gazing into my eyes. ‘Tell me the whole story.’

I stare back at him, almost helplessly. The two days since the crash were the longest of my life. So much happened, and every moment is vivid in my memory. But when my father asks me about it, all I can see is Miles: his piercing gaze, the rippling muscles, the glory of his huge cock and the sight of his dark head between my thighs . . . My stomach somersaults in agonised pleasure at the recollection, forcing me to close my eyes and gasp involuntarily.