Snowburn

by E J Frost

  you.”

  That’s true. I’m not even trying to watch

  the sunset. “I’m doin’ more work than you.”

  “Untie me and I’ll do all the work.” She

  lifts one of her bound wrists and shakes it so

  the tie waggles in the air for emphasis.

  “No.” I tuck her arm back under the

  thermoblanket. “You had your chance

  earlier.” When I was making dinner. After

  I’d gotten her with the hot pepper. She

  picked that moment to offer me head. The

  first head she’s offered me; the first head

  I’ve had this fucking decade without paying

  for it. And then she licked me with her

  capsicum-laced tongue. Felt like she’d set

  my dick on fire. “You’re banned.”

  She pouts but can’t maintain it and her

  expression morphs into her mischievous grin

  without even pausing at remorseful. Naughty

  kitten. I pinch her nipple and she squeaks,

  then giggles delightedly. I cup and stroke her

  breasts until her giggles turn back into

  breathy little moans. Nuzzle the back of her

  neck while I let my hands roam. All over her

  soft body. End with my fingertips painting

  circles and spirals on the still-warm skin of

  her ass. I reach down and lift her leg a little

  so she’s completely open to me, then stroke

  her sex. “You sore, kitten?” I didn’t fuck her

  for very long, but it was hard and fast. If

  she’s sore, I’ll get her really primed before I

  enter her. If not, I’m going to give the little

  monster free reign.

  “No,” she says. Just what I want to hear.

  I reach back in the hammock. Feel my

  way through the toys and towels until I find

  the vibrator and the super-slippery lube. I

  grease my middle finger. “Remember when

  we did it on my ship?”

  “Yes,” she sighs.

  “That was just the beginning.” I rub my

  middle finger over her tight sphincter. Stroke

  that little pucker until it relaxes enough for

  me to push the tip of my finger inside. This is

  as far as we got on the Marie. Just the tip of my finger in her ass, and she came like a

  maglev. Thundering and unstoppable. I push

  my finger in and out, opening her and

  spreading the lube until there’s no friction.

  Just the smooth slide of flesh into flesh. Kez

  is writhing against me, moaning and gasping

  with each thrust of my finger. I hold her still

  with my arm across her breasts, my mouth on

  her vulnerable bare neck, as I push my finger

  all the way inside her tight ass.

  She cries out and I listen closely for any

  hint of pain. But there’s none. She’s shaking

  with excitement and arousal, but there’s no

  tension in her body. She’s wholly relaxed in

  my arms. Her head’s rolled back against my

  shoulder, the whites of her eyes showing

  between the arcs of her lashes. I shift over

  her, pushing her over onto her front, splaying

  my legs against hers, and grind my cock

  against her. It pushes my finger deeper and

  she gives a strangled wail of pleasure.

  I nip the skin I’ve been kissing and

  sucking. Lift my head and blow a cool breath

  over the wet, red skin of her neck. She

  shivers. “D’you like that, kitten?”

  “Yes yes yes, oh, yes.”

  “More?” I ask, rocking my hips forward

  so my glans pushes in between those soft,

  wet lips.

  “Yes, oh my God, yes,” she moans.

  “Please, Hale. Please, don’t stop.”

  I fuck her for a few strokes, letting the

  motion of my thrusts rock my finger in her

  ass. Then pull everything out.

  Kez convulses. “No!”

  “Shh.” I pin her in the hammock with my

  hips and legs. Free the hand I’ve had on her

  breast. Wipe off the hand I’ve had in her ass.

  Grind on her to keep her aroused while I find

  the vibrator in the jumble of towels and toys

  and rub some of the super-lube onto the

  vibrator’s soft gel surface.

  The vibrator has a bunch of interesting

  settings that we’ll explore another time. For

  tonight, this first experience, I dial a low,

  rotating setting. Watch it wiggle in my hand

  for a moment. The motion’s slow and gentle.

  I reach down between us and rub the bullet-

  shaped tip of the vibrator between Kez’s ass

  cheeks.

  “Oh,” she moans. “Wait. I didn’t know

  you were going to put it there.”

  Not the safe word. “That’s why I told you

  to pick a small one.” Which she did. I’ve got

  no concerns about it hurting her, as long as I

  go slow and easy.

  “Hale, no! Ooooh . . .” Her protests trail

  off when I circle her sphincter with the

  slippery tip of the vibrator. I rub it round and

  round, gently increasing the pressure, until I

  feel the resistance of her sphincter soften.

  Kez bucks as the vibrator penetrates her ass,

  but I hold her down. The way I held Selly

  down that first time. Only this is going to be

  even better. I can already feel it. I keep my

  hand between her shoulder blades so I can

  read her body; make sure her struggles are

  all part of the game. There’s still no tension

  in her muscles. I give the vibrator a gentle,

  experimental push, another centimeter in, and

  am rewarded by her spreading her legs

  wider, even while she moans “no.”

  “You know how excitin’ this is for me,

  kitten?” I growl to her. “Knowin’ I’m the

  first to take you this way?”

  She moans something that just comes out,

  “Nnngghh.”

  I pump the vibrator slowly in and out.

  Half a centimeter further each time. Kez is

  writhing wildly under me, barely held in

  place by my legs and hips and hand. It’s hard

  to keep any rhythm when she’s moving like

  this. “Next time I’m gonna tie your hands and

  feet down so you can’t move. Would you like

  that, kitten? Tied down tight while I fuck you

  in the ass?”

  She howls and bucks up under me and the

  vibrator slides all the way in, stopped finally

  by its flat base. Perfect. I reach down and

  guide my cock into her. Pushing between her

  wet labia, which part with a sweet sucking

  noise. The gates of heaven opening. Past her

  entrance, I find resistance. My weight on her

  and the vibrator have made her so tight, it’s a

  struggle to enter her. I work myself into her,

  slowly wedging my cock deeper and deeper.

  It’s almost painful. Agonizingly pleasurable.

  The vibrator rumbles against my pelvic

  bone. My eyes roll back in my head as I

  brace myself above her and begin to thrust.

  With the first thrust, Kez screams and

  claws at the hammock. Twisting her upper

  body. Thrashing. But her leg
s and hips are

  trapped under me, rolling a little as I fuck

  her. Her tight sheath becomes impossibly

  tighter, squeezing and squeezing me. I find

  my rhythm, a counterpoint to the vibrator’s

  revolutions. Driving myself deep inside her,

  while the vibrator rotates in her ass. Intense

  pressure; incredible pleasure. Her body

  clenches and releases, clenches and releases.

  Her screams rise to a wild, orgasmic howl.

  The gripping motion changes to a rolling,

  sucking motion that tries to drag me with her.

  But it feels too good to come. I’ve got my

  rhythm now, and I fuck her long and hard,

  climbing through layer after layer of

  pleasure. I never want it to end, and it

  doesn’t. Time stretches. Kez’s screams trail

  off to moans and she collapses under me,

  gasping, but I don’t stop, couldn’t stop even

  if she begged me. I keep going, keep driving

  myself into her until I break through to a

  higher plane: a place where all feeling, all

  sound, all taste, everything dissolves into

  bright white light.

  I hang there. Suspended in time and

  space. For an endless moment. Feeling

  nothing but pleasure. Complete oneness with

  the universe. It doesn’t even feel like Kez

  and I have separate skins. Beautiful.

  “Kitten,” I whisper. I prop myself on one

  arm so I can reach down and stroke the back

  of her neck. She murmurs. A sound I feel

  more than hear through our shared being.

  Contentment. Peace.

  Other sensations slowly return. The cool

  kiss of air across my back where the

  thermoblanket has slipped. The tremors of

  the vibrator still buried in Kez’s ass, crushed

  between us. Wetness at my crotch. A lot of

  wetness. I withdraw carefully. Check to

  make sure she’s not bleeding. She’s not, but

  she came a river. Both of us are soaked. That

  makes me smile as I turn the vibrator off and

  ease it out of her. Roll it up in a towel and

  drop it into my bag; I’ll clean it off later.

  Tuck towels between us. Spread the

  thermoblanket over us. Spoon in behind my

  kitten and join her in looking up at the sky.

  It’s a good sunset. The brilliant golds and

  greens that Kez was watching earlier have

  given way to a smoky purple along the

  horizon that shades upwards to deep forest

  green. A few high clouds still catch the light,

  luminescing orange in a zigzag pattern that

  looks like the Twins have burned their way

  down to the horizon. Flocks of birds are

  gathering, flapping blackly across the

  darkening sky to the far bank of the river, to

  feed on the amphibians the first Colonists

  introduced, who have started their evening

  song, a croaking so loud I couldn’t believe

  frogs were making it until I went and looked

  for myself one night early in the spring.

  Kez yawns, stretches: reaching her hands

  out across the hammock, flexing her legs,

  curling her toes. I rub her tummy, circling my

  fingers in the soft cloth of her dress. She

  tucks her arms across her chest and snuggles

  back against me. Just like her namesake.

  “You really are a kitten,” I say.

  The curve of her cheek rounds in a smile.

  “Why do you call me that?”

  “’Cause it fits.” It was her little pink

  tongue that first made me think of a kitten, but

  nothing I’ve seen since has changed my mind.

  “I’m not complaining. I like it.” She’s

  silent for a moment, snuggling. Then she

  adds, “Chain used to call me ‘Beelze.’ I have

  no idea why. I hated it. Even if he hadn’t

  slept with Nevie, his days were numbered

  after he started calling me that.”

  “Beelze?” I mull that over for a moment.

  Remember the Judeo-Christian mythology

  that got rammed down my throat in v-school.

  “What, for Beelzebub?”

  She snorts. “Maybe. I never thought of

  that.”

  “Seems like that’d be a better nickname

  for your sister.”

  Kez laughs. “She is the devil incarnate.”

  I slide both arms around her and hug her

  close. “Don’t blame yourself for any of that,

  kitten.”

  “No.” She blows out a breath. “She is

  what she is. I just . . . I wish she wasn’t, you

  know?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I can’t believe you were going to give

  her your ship. Again.” She rolls over and

  looks up at me. Eyes huge in the dying light.

  “Why would you do that?”

  ‘Cause that’s what I do best: protect my

  kitten. Who may be a little scarred by her

  recent encounter with the Überbitch, but

  could be a lot worse if her sister is killed in

  the inevitable purge after I take down the

  bitch’s boss. “What’d hurt more, knowin’

  she’s out there, doin’ whatever she’s doin’,

  or knowin’ she’s not out there anymore

  because she went down with Tyng?”

  Kez nestles into my chest. Hugs me tight.

  “I don’t know. I get so angry at her.”

  I got that. “Alive ‘n’ angry’s better than

  dead ‘n’ angry.”

  “I guess.” She doesn’t sound convinced.

  Maybe I’ve underestimated how angry she is.

  “It is, kitten.” I kiss her earnest little face.

  Tuck the blanket in around us. “Trust me.”

  “I do.” She nuzzles into me sleepily.

  I know she does. It’s still funny, her trust,

  but I don’t think it’s fragile anymore. Kez

  and I are solid. More solid than I ever

  imagined I could be with another human

  being.

  I kiss her again and lie back to watch the

  sunset.

  Chapter 31

  A wet brush against my cheek wakes me.

  I smile before I open my eyes, thinking it’s

  Kez’s lips on my skin. There are worse ways

  to wake up. But when I trail my fingertips up

  her neck, I find her head still resting on my

  shoulder. I wipe my cheek with my free

  hand. Wetness. It’s on my bare shoulder, too,

  and in Kez’s hair.

  I blink up at the night sky. The stars are

  shining brightly overhead. No clouds. It’s

  dew. We’ve slept for hours. It’s after three in

  the morning by the chrono in my eye, and the

  dew is falling.

  I shift Kez carefully off my shoulder. She

  murmurs and rolls over. I smooth the

  thermoblanket over her so she doesn’t get

  cold. Spend a minute tossing everything

  scattered around the hammock into my bag,

  and then tossing my bag inside. I return to the

  hammock to untie Kez, wrap her in the

  thermoblanket and carry her into the house.

  She settles into my bed without waking,

  but when I return to the bed after emptying

  my bladder and washing
the worst of the

  various fluids we’ve produced off my skin,

  she holds her arms out. I slide into bed

  beside her and cuddle her to me. “This isn’t

  where we went to sleep,” she murmurs.

  “Nope. We were gettin’ wet out there.

  Figured we’d better move inside.”

  She grumbles. “I like sleeping outside

  with you. I was watching the stars. I don’t

  mind getting wet.”

  I give her a kiss. Tuck her head into my

  shoulder when I get a blast of tiger breath. “I

  mind.”

  “Well, your bed is awfully nice.” She

  stretches, wriggles. “Mmm. And, oh, look.

  I’m still tied up.” She tosses the loop of the

  belt still knotted around her wrist toward the

  headboard. It falls short, but it would only be

  the work of a few seconds to change that.

  She could be restrained in half a minute.

  “Yeah?” I’m not too sleepy, and I’m not

  sore, so I wouldn’t mind another go. “Well,

  there would have to be a few rules.”

  “I love rules.” She tucks her hands

  behind her head and wiggles her ass deeper

  into the bed.

  “Rule one is you gotta clean your teeth.” I

  want to kiss her without the deterrent of that

  tiger breath.

  “Fuck!” She bolts out of bed before I

  have a chance to stop her. “I’m getting

  implants in my teeth after this!” she shouts

  over her shoulder as she dives into the

  ‘fresher.

  I lie back in the bed and chuckle to

  myself.

  When she returns, mouth fresh, skin cool

  from a quick wash, I untie her wrist, roll her

  under me and make love to her. No more

  rules. No games. Just me on top, my mouth

  on hers, her legs locked around my hips, the

  sweet slide of flesh into flesh. A slow build

  to a mutual orgasm that leaves us gasping

  into each other’s mouths, looking into each

  other’s eyes to watch the waves of pleasure

  peak and ebb. I love this about Kez. That she

  gets off from the roughest play, but also the

  gentlest lovemaking. She kisses my neck and

  shoulders through the aftermath, the way she

  likes to. When we’re both on the edge of

  sleep, I withdraw and roll to my side. Bring

  her with me so she’s cradled against the

  length of my body.

  Neither of us says anything beyond a few

  whispered goodnights. We don’t need to.

  I wake Kez an hour before dawn. She

  rouses with her sexy kitten murmur and

  snuggles against me. I cuddle her for a few

  minutes, enjoying her closeness. Finally, the