“That was incredible.” I rolled to the side and put my hand on my chest. “I’m almost out of breath.”
“Find it quick.” He looked over at me. “I’m not finished with you.”
“I don’t know if I can take any more.” I shook my head, feeling heaviness in my eyes as the afterglow of the orgasm sent calming endorphins through my body.
“Oh, you can take a lot more, trust me.” He pulled me close and pressed his lips to mine. “You’re mine, whenever I want you.”
How could I say no to that?
I dozed in his arms fairly quickly, completely exhausted by the fury of our lovemaking. I was semi-aware of a shift in the bed when he moved closer and started to run his fingers down my naked body. It tingled a little, but I was beyond the point of being able to lift an arm or even open an eyelid. It was hard to tell if it was happening in real life or if I was dreaming. I finally felt the deepest sleep pulling me into a dark embrace.
I DIDN’T SLEEP VERY long, despite the exhaustion that settled into my bones. When I woke up and felt the cold on his side of the bed, I fully opened my eyes and looked around the cabin. I could hear him in the kitchen, so I slid out of bed and walked into the living room.
My stomach had a bit of a cramp and a hunger pang—another part of my penance for throwing my food on the floor earlier in the day. Only a few hours had passed, but it seemed like so much more. I still didn’t understand what came over me when I chose to take my anger out on his plate and the food he fixed for me, but there was a soreness in my bottom to remind me of the price I paid for that temporary bit of bratty insanity.
And it’ll probably happen again if I misbehave—I’m not sure that is a bad thing.
“Ah, sleeping beauty has risen.” He smiled as I entered the living room and yawned.
“Yeah…” I nodded. “I’m famished.”
“I should send you to bed without supper after the stunt you pulled earlier.” He narrowed his eyes at me.
“I’m sorry…” I replied.
“There’s plenty of food in the fridge. Help yourself.” He motioned towards the fridge behind him. He had already piled some food on a plate and was digging into it with his fork.
The kitchen was filled with various items, but none of the junk food I preferred was present. I settled on a tomato sandwich, topped with some lettuce. As much as I would have liked a couple of pieces of bacon to complete the ensemble, I didn’t feel it was appropriate to ask after what I did earlier so I topped it with salt and pepper.
“This stuff is so fresh.” I bit into it and felt the fullness of the flavor—it was so much tastier than what we normally got at the grocery store.
“I grew them myself. I have a small greenhouse out back that I use when the weather is a little cold. I’ll have to can whatever is left after the storm, so enjoy it.” He smiled as he watched me bite into the sandwich again.
It was a great sandwich, even without the protein, and I felt full after it was gone. I sat down in the living room and watched the television for a moment, staring at the various news from around the area. The storm was going to be legendary before it was over and they were predicting another day of snow. The local weatherman had completely failed to predict the storm that was coming and my friends were likely holed up in their cabin with booze supplies running low.
Not me. I could drown myself in alcohol and barely hurt his supply.
A look at the well-stocked array on Shane’s counter suggested he was well beyond the capabilities of the experts to determine what was needed in such a situation. I really had been extremely lucky and it felt like a twist of fate in my favor that had landed me exactly where I needed to be. I stood up after staring at the television and walked to the window.
“Are you trying to melt the snow with your gaze?” He laughed as he watched me stare.
“No.” I shook my head. “I’m in no hurry to leave.”
“Does that mean you’re about ready for bed?” He had a certain hint of excitement in his tone.
“Not yet…” I turned and walked over to him.
I was in a full blown sexual revolution and there were things I had never done—things I wanted to experience with someone I trusted as much as I trusted Shane. I placed my hands on his shoulders and kissed him deeply, sinking into his arms. As much as I enjoyed our kiss, I wanted to try something else, something I had thought about since I first heard stories about all the things couples did together when they were alone.
I want to suck his cock.
I kissed down his neck and then slid between his legs, dropping to my knees. His eyes lit up with a bit of excitement when I started to stroke his shaft through his jeans. I unfastened them and pulled them down until I could see the bridge of his cock along the top part of the fabric. I slid a hand into them and extracted it carefully watching it grow in my hand.
He realized what I wanted to do and slid forward in his seat, positioning his cock in front of my lips. I stroked it with my hand as I studied it. I had a strong desire to taste it and feel the force of his ejaculation in my throat. I parted my lips and extended my tongue, swirling around the engorged head.
“I’ve never done this before.” I kissed along the side lightly.
“I trust you.” He leaned back in his chair. “You can practice on me all you want.”
The veins on his engorged dick were thick and twisted around the shaft. I let my tongue drift down the underside of it and I felt him tense up with a look of pleasure on his face. I dragged my tongue across the head, across the back, and all the way down to his balls, measuring each reaction as I tried to learn what made him feel good.
Oh, he liked that.
The bottom part seemed to be the most pleasurable, so I focused there with my tongue as I moved across it quickly. Once I had it fairly saturated I moved back to the head and prepared to feel a cock in my mouth for the first time. I parted my lips and slid it past them, letting my tongue adjust to the texture.
There was a certain excitement in the experience that made me start to get wet again. The idea of sucking a cock and the actuality of it were two very different things. I found my jaw hesitant to accept his girth, as much as I wanted to pleasure him. I struggled with it, sliding as much as I could inside my mouth and rolling my tongue around it.
After several minutes, I felt my jaw start to relax and I could open it further. I continued the repetitive motion as he moaned and then let it slide further inside my mouth once I adjusted.
“That feels really good,” he said with a moan of satisfaction.
I was determined to make my first experience a good one for both of us. I felt his cock throbbing inside my mouth as I pushed it further and further into my throat. Each time I felt it hit a point I couldn’t get past mentally, I pulled his cock to the edge of my lips and licked it before pushing it down my throat again.
The excited breaths and moans of pleasure I heard from him each time I did it suggested I was doing something right. I picked up the pace, trying to get faster as I slid his cock down my throat.
“Your mouth is so warm and wet.” He moaned again. “Your lips are so hot.”
I’m going to make you cum.
After several tries, I felt the back of my throat finally starting to relax and I pushed it as deep as he could go. My lips connected with his pelvis and he started to lightly grind himself against me. It took several tries to really adjust to the feeling of his cock inside the deepest reaches of my throat, but once I could consistently swallow him, I felt a difference in his grunts. I moved his cock deep as fast as I could and I felt his hand on my head.
“I’m gonna cum.” A loud moan and a grunt followed his words.
His words brought on a new sense of enthusiasm and vigor. I wanted to feel his release inside of my mouth. I wanted evidence I had given him the kind of pleasure I set out to deliver. I could feel the cum surging in his balls and I could feel the pressure in his shaft.
I let him show me what he wanted as
he guided my motions. When there was so much pressure I was sure he would explode, I picked up the pace and swallowed his cock over and over until I felt him throbbing against the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair and slid himself deep.
I knew he was going to explode, so I braced myself for the full force of his lust. It didn’t take long once he was ready. I could feel the surge of his cum in the shaft and then it erupted inside my throat. I immediately started swallowing, just trying to stay ahead of his excitement.
This is harder than I thought.
I felt myself choking, but I kept my tongue in motion to extend the pleasure. There were several long streams of cum before he was done, but I managed to swallow every drop before he was spent. There were little words after that. I crawled into his lap and rested my head against his chest, feeling a sense of accomplishment and pride in the pleasure I had given him.
Chapter 8: Shane
I wanted the storm to last forever because that would make it less complicated. Things would change when it passed. The beautiful blonde goddess in my arms was mine—she was mine forever.
No man will ever touch you again. I’m the first and the last.
I wouldn’t make the same mistakes I made when I let myself love before. Heather would be dominated, taught, controlled, and disciplined if necessary. I would train her to be exactly what I needed. She had no idea how my far I would go to make sure she remained mine.
I’ll do anything it takes to keep you here with me.
There was a darkness in my soul that had not been tapped for some time. I thought the mountain consumed it and turned me into a celibate hermit, but the conversion had been unsuccessful. I was filled with a new vigor for life, a new desire for the future I dreamed of before. I wanted to grow old in the cabin with her, surrounded by our children. I wanted to provide for her and the family we raised. We wouldn’t need anything else in the world but each other.
“Is it morning?” She opened her eyes and looked up at me.
“Almost…” I replied, pressing my lips to her head. “You can sleep longer if you want to.”
“I’m not tired…” She looked towards the window. “Will the storm pass today?”
“It should. The roads will be open tomorrow.” I nodded.
She withdrew from my arms and the angst of separation was instant. She walked into the bathroom and started a shower. I heard the sound of the water beating in the tub for several minutes before I finally slid out of bed.
Coffee and breakfast would have to wait because there was something I wanted a lot more than either of them. My cock was already hard when I saw her silhouette against the wall. I walked into the bathroom and pulled back the curtain slowly. She didn’t react with any sort of surprise when I joined her—it was almost as if she was expecting it.
You want me as bad I want you.
She slid her hair to the side and I started applying soap to her back, scrubbing it lightly with my fingernails. When she was rinsed, she started washing me, moving the soap across my torso and around my neck. I turned so she could get my back and as her fingers drifted down to my waist, she reached around and started to stroke my cock. I leaned back against her, feeling the need growing with each motion of her hand.
I reached back and started to stroke her clitoris with my middle finger, moving around it in a circular motion. She was already wet, so wet that the shower couldn’t wash away her desire.
“I’m ready for you.” She pressed her pussy against my finger.
I turned to face her and our lips connected underneath the water, twisting against each other with the passion of unsatisfied lust that had formed since we had fucked the day before. I lifted her leg and placed it on the edge of the tub, dipping my knees so I could press the head of my cock against her pussy. She had gotten extremely tight again, and I had to work my cock in slow. It took a couple of minutes, slowly going in and out as she moaned.
I’ll never get tired of this—damn—so fucking tight.
The shower washed away some of the outer lubrication, but once I was inside, it was nirvana again. When we were connected, I picked her up by both thighs and spun her against the back of the shower. It was slick from the water but I could hold her there for quick, powerful thrusts.
“You’re so freaking strong.” She let out a pant as I held her against the wall.
Strong enough to keep you here forever.
It didn’t take long for her eyes to roll back and her head to fall against my shoulder as she felt the fury of my desire. She was still so tight that there was resistance as I fucked her, but it felt amazing. It wasn’t going to be a marathon by any means, but I was determined to make sure she started her morning with an orgasm. The water ran down our bodies, creating steam in the shower that was magnified by the heat between us.
“You know you’re mine now.” I said in a tense growl against her ear.
“I know.” She whispered back and then a long moan of satisfaction escaped her lips.
You better know.
I wasn’t sure if she truly understood what I meant by the statement, but it needed to be said. The words seemed to bring a new sense of passion in her as she started to kiss my neck, moaning in my ear. My blonde goddess was getting close to an orgasm but I was still hungry for a whole lot more.
I held her close and picked up the pace, pounding her pussy as hard as I could without physically harming her. She reacted as I expected, clenching on my cock as her pussy started to spasm with an orgasm. I focused on quick thrusts, hitting her g-spot each time I drove myself in. She dug her fingernails into my neck and my back as her body surged with pleasure.
A loud series of moans ripped from her throat in gasps as she started to orgasm. Her pussy spasmed as she was sent to the moment of ecstasy and the additional lubrication combined with her orgasmic contractions made my cock throb even harder. I barely had time to adjust before I felt another one surging from within her.
Another one? Damn.
I continued my thrusts against the wall, attacking her neck with my mouth as both of our desires became one. I knew I was close, but I was enjoying her pussy so damn much I didn’t want it to end.
“I want to feel you explode inside me” She leaned forward and whispered into my ear. “Please.”
She was craving the sensations of my release as much as I was and her words made me more excited. I was trapped at the point where I couldn’t stop myself from ejaculating, but I was able to prolong it with the right motion. I kept myself there as long as I could, in that moment of perpetual perfection, but it couldn’t last forever.
“You feel so good.” Steam rose from my lip as a grunt echoed from my throat.
I pressed against her and drove my cock deep, feeling the first tightening of my cock as it prepared to unleash every drop of my cum. I pulled back and drove it in again as the first explosion erupted from the tip of my cock. I knew it wouldn’t be the last because I could already feel another one building up inside.
You make me cum more than anyone ever has.
It only took a couple of thrusts for the second eruption to unload inside of her. A few quicker ones followed and I was spent. My balls tingled and my cock was immediately exhausted from the encounter. I held her in an embrace, lightly kissing her neck and her cheek before finally withdrawing.
She let out a groan as my cock was completely removed. We stayed in the shower a little longer, cleaning up the results of our lust, and then I reached over and turned off the water.
“I like shower sex.” She grinned as she stood in front of me, dripping water on the ceramic below us.
“I like it with you.” I reached for a towel and began drying her gorgeous body.
There was a calmness in the air. The storm had officially broken. All that remained was snow on the ground and an overcast that would give way to the sun. Once the sun finally peeked out of the clouds, it would start to melt.
THE WORST OF THE STORM was over, but I felt like the real storm was about
to brew inside of me when I walked into the living room and saw Heather sitting at the radio. She used the radio to talk to the local authorities and make arrangements for her car. They would send someone to pick it up and make sure it was operational when the roads were clear.
Fuck. I’m not ready for you to go.
I started drinking early, feeling the solace of the whiskey’s warmth. The day lingered on, with us spending a lot of quiet time together, kissing and just enjoying the comfort of skin on skin. By the afternoon, there was a hint of sunlight. I stared at the sun with an angry glare, just wanting it to go away.
“Our first sunrise.” She looked over at me.
“I can’t lie to you, Heather.” I stood up. “I don’t even want to see it.”
“Yeah…” She sighed. “Tomorrow is going to be rather complicated.”
“You don’t have to leave.” I said firmly. “You’re mine.”
“I can’t stay.” She shook her head. “I don’t have a choice. This was supposed to be a vacation. I didn’t expect to meet someone like you. I didn’t expect to feel the way I do.”
“I can’t let you go.” I leaned towards her on the couch and kissed her ear. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“How would I explain that to my parents? I can’t drop out of school and move to the mountains.” She pulled away from me. “This is hard for me too—my heart is telling me to give the world a middle finger and stay here in your arms forever.”
“You should listen to your heart.” I closed the distance she had put between us and wrapped my arms around her. “This is a simple life. I can provide anything we need and we don’t need much. We just need each other.”
“I want to stay…” She muttered.
“Then stay.” I pulled her close.
Just fucking stay.
I wasn’t ready to force it, even if my soul was being ripped apart by the thought of her leaving. I didn’t want a slave that I had to keep chained to the wall. I wanted my beautiful blonde goddess to be there with me because she wanted to be there. I didn’t want to take no for an answer, but I felt like it was the answer she was prepared to give me.
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