Season of Desire: Complete Edition (32 page)

‘Enjoy the ride,’ Miles murmurs as he kisses me and then, to my surprise, the thing begins to vibrate.

Holy shit! That’s . . . oh wow . . . that’s . . .

I start to moan. The device is finding some sweet spot deep inside me that fills me with sensations of delectable pleasure as it whirrs hard against me. I put back my head, resting it on the side of the pool, and close my eyes so that I can surrender myself to the joy I’m getting. The side pressing on my clitoris is vibrating deliciously, making me throb to it in an almost unbearable, ceaseless pulsing of intensity.

Miles is close to me again, his fingers reaching for the little device. Now suddenly, the pulsing changes: it comes in waves that build in intensity and then drop off before beginning again slow and soft, then getting harder. I sigh with pleasure as my whole body is filled with the resonance of its stimulating throbs.

Oh my goodness, I’ve never felt anything like this 
. . . The internal massaging is taking me to heights of bliss while I’m trembling with the force of the erotic effects of the pressure on my clit.

I’m going to come soon . . . I won’t be able to help it.

I open my eyes and see that Miles is close to me, looking down at me as I move my hips to the delicious rhythm of the little whirring friend he’s put inside me. I long to touch him but my arms are still spread along the poolside, firmly tethered by the black tape. Then I see that his shorts have gone and he’s holding his impressive shaft as it rears up under the water. The sight of it, long and magnificent, swollen to a huge girth, makes me moan and lick my lips.
God, I want it . . .

Before I can say anything, Miles kisses me. It’s so beautiful, I would cry out if he weren’t already in possession of my mouth. I thrill to his tongue and the taste of him as he devours me, moving between my parted thighs.

Yes, Miles, please, do it now . . . I need you so much.

Can he really enter me while the little device is busy there already? I feel his tip at my entrance and then he’s pushing his shaft inside, alongside the slim wand of that pulsating machine.

Oh . . . oh . . . it’s almost too much!

I’m stretching to engulf him, feeling that incredible sensation of being filled by his huge cock, now given even more girth by the small obstacle in his way. I moan through our passionate kisses as he keeps thrusting forward until I feel as though he’s filling up my entire body. I want him so much – as much as he can give me. I want him in me right to the root.

I can hear him panting and groaning as he gets in me to the hilt, and the knowledge that his excitement is growing makes me shudder with even more of my own. He loves being in me, I can tell that, and I open my legs even wider to him, so that he can get as much of me as he wants. The warm water around us is beautiful, as soothing and delicious as a warm bed, and it feels utterly natural and right to be making love in its gentle embrace. The friction of our bodies is different in the water, though – but the whirring little machine is giving me all the friction I could wish for on my swollen bud. Miles seizes me around the waist so that he can push me up and down on his huge length and he begins to fuck me hard and beautifully. My legs wrap around his strong thighs so that I can urge him on, his cock hard against the vibrating toy inside me. He moans with delight, and I know that he’s getting pleasure from the little device whirring against his shaft too. He kisses me rampantly as he fucks me, then dips his head to suck my nipples, anointing each one with his tongue and grazing them with his teeth, before returning to claim my mouth.

Oh, it’s divine . . . it’s amazing . . .

We buck hard against each other, riding the waves of our passion. I don’t want to come yet. I open my eyes. Miles’s face is pressed to mine, his eyes closed as he savours the sensation of my tightness and the vibrations pulsing between us. I look past his broad naked shoulders to the view beyond: the startlingly beautiful night with its dark navy sky, the looming mountains, the snow touched with the hard glitter of moonlight. It’s surreal to be outside, naked, so warm and in such heaven, with the freezing air all around us.

‘Oh Miles,’ I gasp. ‘Don’t stop . . . oh my God, your cock, it’s so wonderful . . .’

‘I love fucking you,’ he says roughly, his voice thick with lust. ‘You’re gorgeous. I can’t get enough of you . . . oh
Christ 
. . .’

We’re both gasping and moaning with ecstasy as he thrusts hard and deep, his cock stabbing into me with all the vigour he can summon, the water washing around both of us, splashing over my breasts and neck.

I’m so close now, with the tiny vibrator buzzing on my clitoris and Miles’s cock inside me. I don’t know how long we’ve been going, I’m in a daze of furious excitement as I approach an explosive climax. This little thing working its magic on me from the outside and the inside is driving me wild, even without the action of Miles ramming home, his excitement enhanced by the throbs within.

‘Oh God, Miles, I’m going to come . . .’ I stare up at him with wide eyes, glassy with the pleasure I’m experiencing. ‘I’m going to come . . . oh
God!’

It’s beginning. It’s almost more than I can stand. I can feel Miles’s cock swelling to an even thicker girth as his excitement is moved up a notch by my approaching orgasm. The feeling of him thickening and throbing inside me sends me whirling over the edge. The little machine doesn’t stop – it propels me into an orgasm of such incredible intensity that I scream, my head thrown back, my body bucking in the water under Miles’s deep thrusts. Great waves of bliss crash over me, the velvet darkness of extreme pleasure littered with exploding stars engulfs me and I shudder again and again with the force of it.

My scream fades away with the orgasm, just as Miles’s mouth finds me again. He kisses me deeply as his fingers find my little silicon friend. The whirring stops and he pulls it out from inside me, dropping it on the poolside, without taking his cock out of me. His mouth is close to my ear, his breathing fast, as he says, ‘You’re driving me mad, Winter, I’m close now,’ and then he starts to fuck me hard again, his cock moving easily in the natural lubrication produced by my fiery orgasm. He rams in and out as I push my body up to him, offering him everything, his belly pressing on mine, his chest crushing my soft breasts as his strong arms enfold me. I can feel his great shaft throbbing and stiffening even more as he begins to approach his climax.

‘Oh God,’ he groans. ‘Oh you’re beautiful, you’re making me come . . .’

‘Come now,’ I urge him, ‘pour it into me.’

It’s all he needs and he explodes inside me with half a dozen hard, slow thrusts, then sinks down on me, his eyes closed, breathless with the force of his climax. Then he opens his eyes with a smile and kisses me slowly and luxuriously, our tongues twirling around each other. The water swishes around us.

‘That was amazing, Winter,’ he says, stroking me and gazing into my eyes.

‘Next time I want to touch you,’ I say longingly.

He reaches up and pulls away the tape so that my arms are free. I’ve not noticed even a little discomfort until now, but I’m suddenly stiff and strained in my upper arm muscles. I flex them, submerging them in the water to help them relax.

Miles kisses me again and says, ‘I think that could well be part of our next lesson.’

‘I liked learning about water,’ I say with a laugh. I can feel his erection subsiding within me.

‘I liked teaching you,’ Miles returns. ‘But before we both turn into prunes, we’d better get out.’

I laugh and reach for a towel.

Later, showered and dry, we lie in each other’s arms, pleasantly exhausted. I’m languorous with the kind of delicious torpor that comes after sex of that intensity. But part of me is bleak with misery. The day after tomorrow, it’s time to return. I can’t stay locked away for ever, not answering messages. The flight back is booked. I’ve not yet asked Miles about what he’s planning to do but I assume that he’ll also be taking up his bodyguard duties at some point in the near future.

What’s going to happen to us?
I wonder, as sleep begins to creep softly into my mind.

Then, just as I fall asleep, I remember that there is one element left.

Miles still has to teach me about earth.

Chapter Seventeen

The next day we wake up very late – our long night and all the activity we’ve engaged in has made us very tired, so we sleep and sleep, sometimes wrapped around each other and sometimes apart, one waking and then the other, until we finally wake up together.

I love the lazy luxurious morning we share, talking and laughing, being playful. Miles asks me to make us some coffee and I pretend to be asleep, so he picks me up and carries me carefully to the bathroom, puts me in the shower and turns on the spray. When I squeal as the jet of cold water hits me, he laughs and I can’t help joining in. Later, when I’m in my robe and drying my wet hair, he says, ‘You are the perfect screwball heroine, you know that?’

‘Am I?’ I smile back at him. ‘What do you mean?’

‘You’re the heiress – that’s a condition for lots of those crazy society comedies of the Thirties. Weird, really, when you think about that state that most Americans were living in during the Depression – they seemed to love seeing those girls dripping in diamonds and furs, falling in and out of love.’

‘I don’t drip with diamonds!’ I say indignantly. ‘And I never wear fur, I’m against it.’

He gives me a sideways look. ‘Maybe not diamonds and furs. But that handbag you carry . . .’

‘Prada,’ I say, puzzled.

‘How much?’

‘How much?’ I think. ‘I don’t really know.’

‘I’d guess a lot. Maybe two thousand dollars.’

I shrug. ‘Maybe. I just put it on the card.’

‘Uh huh.’ He nods. ‘Your clothes and shoes – all designer, I suppose.’

‘Yes.’ I’m puzzled. ‘Of course – where else would I shop? What’s your point?’

‘Not everybody can.’ He looks away and seems very interested in the piece of toast he’s buttering.

‘I know that!’

‘Do you?’

‘Yes!’ The answer comes so easily and I’m so sure of it, but suddenly a doubt niggles at my mind. Do I really know how lucky I am? Do I truly understand what it’s like not to have anything I want? I have a sudden flash of the boy Miles growing up in his Scottish village outside Edinburgh. I don’t know anything about his background but I can guess that it was nothing like mine. I’m used to being surrounded by people who’ve grown up the way I have, with money and homes all around the world, and constant travel. But to Miles, it must look crazy that we all have so much without even thinking about it.

‘So you see – rich and spoiled, but smart and funny as well. Like I said, you’re the ideal screwball heroine. Beautiful, too,’ he says casually.

‘Really?’ I say, feeling ridiculously flattered.
Smart and funny as well!
I decide to ignore the ‘spoiled’ remark and hope it’s more about my bank account than about my character.
And he thinks I’m beautiful. Not just during sex but all the time.

‘Yes.’ He nods with a little shrug that makes me feel even more delighted. ‘Of course. I think so anyway.’

‘And you?’ I gaze at him flirtatiously. ‘If I’m the spoiled heroine, who are you?’

‘Oh.’ He grins at me. ‘The butler. Or the unsuitable suitor. That sort of thing.’

‘You’re not unsuitable!’

‘Your father might think differently,’ he says with a lifted eyebrow.

‘I don’t care what he thinks,’ I say stoutly.

‘That’s just the way it should be for the screwball film.’

‘So . . .’ I lean against the table on my elbows. I don’t want to talk about my background or my father anymore. ‘Does the screwball film include a Jacuzzi?’

He laughs, throwing back his head. ‘Not usually!’

‘And . . .’ I take a bite of my toast and eat it slowly and thoughtfully. ‘Don’t you still owe me a lesson?’

Miles raises his eyebrows. ‘Have you managed to take in what I’ve already taught you?’

‘Hmm, let me see. Fire was extremely powerful – very vigorous. Air was a hot and humid experience. And water . . .’ I sigh. ‘I loved water.’

‘Water? Or a little silicon friend of ours?’

‘That was a great enhancer of the element,’ I agree, nodding. ‘I did enjoy it.’

‘Darling, I noticed.’ He smiles at me, his blue eyes merry.

My soul thrills to being called ‘darling’.
Does he really mean it?
‘So,’ I say casually. ‘Isn’t there another lesson? Fire, air, water . . . what about earth?’

‘Ah.’ He nods slowly. ‘Earth.’

‘So . . .?’

‘So . . . are you ready for your last lesson, Winter?’

‘As I’ll ever be,’ I declare. ‘Teach me what I need to know.’

We’re in the bedroom, and I’m lying on the white fur rug, wearing a leather bra made of thin straps that criss-cross my chest, moulding gently round my breasts but leaving them more or less exposed. My nipples, pink and already stiff, poke through the slim thongs of leather. Around my waist is a slender leather corset tied tightly but not uncomfortable. Small straps attached to it reach downwards to the tops of my thighs, where silk stockings are fastened to the ends, and I’m wearing spike-heeled black stilettos. The area between the corset and my stocking tops is bare, exposed entirely to view. I feel luxuriant and sexy as I lie on the white rug, the soft fur caressing my exposed buttocks. The only light comes from pillar candles burning on the hearth and the skylight in the ceiling where the soft afternoon sunshine is already beginning to fade into twilight.