by Lacy Lane
Her very sensitive clit at this point.
"I just want you to relax, okay? I'll do all the work. But it will be enjoyable for both of us." His promise soothed her.
She nodded and let out a deep breath, telling herself to let go. She felt his firm body against her back, his strong legs supporting her, his hands gripping her hips now, and his cock buried deep within her, throbbing, begging to be stroked by her hot, wet pussy.
"Lay your head back on my shoulder." He kissed her temple when she did, and then he whispered, "Close your eyes and just feel."
She stared straight ahead for a moment, watching the flames dance. That's when she noticed the mirror above the fireplace, tilted so it reflected what was below. She'd never imagined herself in such an erotic position, almost as if watching herself in a movie.
There wasn't much she wasn't willing to let him try with her, but being taped... Even if he wasn't, just that thought made her hyperventilate. Another "worst case scenario" that she'd completely fabricated and had now scared herself silly with, yet again.
"Take a deep breath. There you go. And another one. It's okay. You need to relax. I don't want to accidentally hurt you."
His voice did little to calm her. Whimpers built from within escaped in short bursts. She gripped onto him, her body shaking.
Not a movie. Just a mirror. Not a movie. Just a mirror.
"Ella, close your eyes." He kissed her forehead again. When she continued to watch their reflection, he took her chin and forced her to look at him, pressing his lips to hers until she gave in and obeyed him. "Now just feel. And don't forget to breathe."
At first, it felt awkward, trying to kiss him or nuzzle his neck as he rocked beneath her, his cock barely moving within her. But when he cupped and massaged her breast in one hand, his fingers playing with her nipple, and the other slid down and stroked her clit, she threw her head back and abandoned her post.
Instead, her mind focused on the here-and-now, the facts. He was behind her, and she could feel the heat of the fire on top of her, and yet he was creating all kinds of sensations within her. So much so that she rolled her head back and forth on his shoulder, moaning.
He changed tactics, lifting her hips up high, lowering her back down onto him, his hips briefly pressing up when they were fully joined again. Lather, rinse, and repeat. It was a deliciously slow process that left her gasping and begging for more. The creaking of the chair as their bodies rocked, the crackling of the fire, and the howling of the wind outside only added to the effect.
She lost track of time, unsure if the heat in her body was from the fire or from him, but it was wonderful. Especially when he would pay homage to her breasts, or nuzzle and nibble her neck, or just wrap his arms around her body, stroking her skin with this fingers.
Luke groaned into her hair, giving evidence that he was enjoying it, too. She managed to grab onto his arms before she felt the pressure build. That special tingling that told her the explosion was just around the corner. He did not fail her, bringing her right to the edge and then letting her fall, although she could feel him still holding her.
Ella cried out his name, moaning and shaking in his embrace. Through the haze, she realized he had not come, too, but the thought escaped her as she floated through the abyss. At some point, she realized he had picked her up and laid her on the floor. He pressed his body up against hers and stroked her skin, whispering words of encouragement as she writhed in the blankets.
She moaned, rolling into his body, the last waves of the orgasm slipping away. Her head was fuzzy, and she felt flushed, but her body was sated.
"Wonderful, Ella. Absolutely wonderful." He cupped her cheek and caressed the soft skin with his thumb before he kissed her.
She shivered when his tongue outlined her lips. Shuddered when his hand slid down and took her breast. Whimpered when he rolled on top of her and parted her legs.
Her body welcomed him in like a long-lost friend despite feeling exhausted and sore. He fit perfectly now, filling her, caressing her from the inside out. His presence even soothed the tenderness a bit.
He stroked very slowly, mumbling as her body responded to his. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands gripped his arms, and her body arched up to his. This position had to be her favorite. He could be in control. She felt safe and protected, covered by his strong, yet gentle body.
She was lost in their rhythm when he stopped and rocked back, pulling her with him so she landed on top of him with a grunt. She planted her hands on either side of his head, and leaned in to kiss him.
He brushed her hair from her eyes and then traced her mouth with a fingertip. She sucked it in with a grin, twirling her tongue around it. He moaned and arched his hips up into her, hard.
Ella gasped. When she didn't move, he held her hips and demonstrated what she should do, asking if she understood. She nodded, breathing hard, and rocked back and forth on his cock, feeling him slide in at yet another angle, creating a completely new set of sensations.
Luke couldn't seem decide if he wanted a handful of breast or ass as he guided her according to her moans, sighs, and whimpers. His large hands slid all over her sweaty skin…Outlining her ribs, the curve of her hips, her breasts, her shoulders, the length of her neck.
When his hands settled on the small of her back, stroking her skin as his cock stroked her pussy, she felt the edge calling her again. Her knees framing his hips, she braced herself with her hands flat on his chest and arched her back. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, concentrating on stroking at the right speed and depth to draw the orgasm closer.
She was almost there when he pulled her head down to his to tangle their lips and tongues again. Her firm, aching breasts were smashed between their bodies as he wrapped his arms around her, rolled her onto her back again, and then drove in deep and hard. Her body shook under his onslaught, and she screamed through the orgasm.
He continued to thrust into her until he let out a loud cry, and she felt a burst of warmth inside her before he stilled. They panted in unison, their bodies intertwined, covered in sweat and the smell of sex. She could hear her blood pounding in her ears, felt the ripple of his muscles under her fingertips as she tried to hold onto him.
"Thank you, Luke." She cooed when he ran his finger up her side and then teased her nipple. "For everything."
"My pleasure, Ella." He brushed his lips against hers, his tongue darting out to lick hers. "And there's lots more to come. It's snowing again."
Ella let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes, cuddling up against him as he pulled out of her, making her body twitch. She felt him pull a blanket over them, his arm wrapped protectively around her, his fingers stroking her hair. "Thank Heaven for snow days."
*******
Every inch of her body ached as she stretched and yawned. But it was a good ache, especially when she reflected on why. They'd made love several more times—her on top until she came this time, then him down between her thighs like the very first time, then in the chair again, both ways. Afterwards, they'd curled up on the makeshift bed, naked in each other’s arms, until they fell asleep.
That must have been a couple of hours ago at least. Although still snowing, she could see it was brighter outside the window. She rolled onto her stomach, wrapped her arms around a pillow, and inhaled.
"What is that wonderful smell?"
Luke stepped into sight, dressed only in jeans and a smile. "Lunch. But it will be awhile."
She took another deep breath—partly to calm the shivers running across her skin at seeing his bare chest. A giggle escaped, and she pulled back the covers to reveal herself to him. "Come here then."
His grin widened. "How are you feeling?"
"Rested. And sore. But it's worth the price."
"I'm sorry about that. The only thing I know to do to help just might make it worse." He grunted as he joined her on the floor, cuddling up to her. His lips were soft and tasted of tomato sauce when he kissed her.
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bsp; She giggled again, licking her lips when they parted. "Mmmm. I could just eat you up."
"My, my, Ella. Watch what you say. You never know what may result."
She felt the heat rush from her feet right up to her head when he pressed against her leg, confirming her suspicions about his allusion. "I-I didn't mean..."
"I know." His mouth covered hers again, holding her head back so he could deepen the kiss.
It took her a few seconds to collect her thoughts after he pulled away. The taste of him lingered on her lips, and the smell of a man who'd just taken a shower assaulted her senses. She reached for him, but he batted her hand away and propped himself up on one elbow beside her.
For the next hour, she tried to follow his train of thought as she told him more about herself, and he in turn talked about his life, his land, the weather, anything. All the while, his fingers stroked her shoulder blade, her spine, down to her lower back, up her sides, grazing her breasts, up and down her arms. The warmth of the fire only increased the heat building in her body.
Her moaning and cooing blocked out his voice when he started massaging her muscles, and soon he ceased talking. His mouth joined his fingers, kissing all over her back. She closed her eyes, relaxing into the blankets. Every spot he touched seemed to feed the desire growing within her, but she didn't have the energy to roll over and pull him to her.
He continued plying her skin until she was sleepy again. Just when she was on the edge of drifting off, he slid one arm under her stomach, lifted up, and pushed two pillows under her.
"Luke!" She tried to get up as fear quickly replacing the need to have his body wrapped around her. Only one thought filled her head now: her ultimate taboo. Just when she was beginning to trust him...
"Shhhh, Ella. Relax." He gently pressed her back to the floor and stroked her hips, her ass, down the outside of her thighs. His lips brushed her temple, whispering words of comfort. "I'm sorry I scared you. I'm not into anal. I promise."
Her heart beat loudly in her ears, and she struggled to breathe against the pillow. When his hand slid down between her legs and stroked her clit and pussy, she gasped, arching back against him.
"Good girl." He pressed two fingers into her and echoed her moan, kissing her again. "Just relax. Trust me."
A myriad of sensations flooded her mind. He would stroke at a different angle, at a different speed, add a finger, inside then outside, pulling moan after moan from her parted lips. He alternated between pressing his lips against hers and kissing her shoulders and back, his other hand caressing the side of her breast with his fingertips.
Usually, she longed to reach the point of release. This time, she just wanted to stay in this constant feeling of gentle pleasure. Her body writhing beneath him, pressing against the pillows, the soft blankets brushing against her legs, her arms. She was so lost in the moment that she didn't realize he had moved until she felt him behind her, his hands gripping her hips.
Her body tensed, her fingers digging into the blankets as a cry of fear raced up her throat. Before it could escape, he pushed into her pussy from behind. A choked gasp finally broke free, and her body rocked back into him on impulse. He used his knees to spread her legs wider, and then he sunk in completely. His body went still except for his hands stroking her lower back.
"You feel so good, Ella." He moaned as he withdrew inch by inch, pulling a litany of Luke, Luke, Luke from her at the prolonged pleasure. When he'd slid in at the same pace, he pressed against her, laying across her back. His hands searched and found her breasts. He kissed her shoulders, brushing her hair to the side, nuzzling the back of her neck, all the while sending shivers up and down her spine.
"No," she moaned when he sat up, missing the feel of him against her. But she sighed when he repeated the process. After the fourth or fifth time, he began a steady rhythm, stroking in and out.
She gripped the blankets, the pillow, crying out each time he smacked his hips against her ass. It was impossible to think now. His hands were everywhere all at once. She whimpered when he didn't linger long enough in certain places. He returned, blindly trying to find that special spot again, making her writhe even more in the process.
He was the first to climax, swelling inside her, thrusting until his fingers pressed into her hips and held her against him with a loud groan. Yet, he did not abandon her and continued to rock at a slower pace, caressing her body.
She didn't want him to stop. Yet, she was so close. Her panting increased, and she had to turn her head on the pillow to breathe, her hair plastered to her sweaty face. "Harder...please...ohhhh...harder."
"Come on, honey." His strokes sped up, although they were not aimed with recklessness.
Eyes clenched, she focused on reaching that high point, unable to answer when he whispered for her to direct him further.
He slid his hands between her and the pillows to fondle her breast with one hand and stroke her clit with the other. After only a few moments, she cried out his name. He sunk all the way in and then pulled her up against him so they were both kneeling.
She went limp in his arms as pleasure took over her body. One arm tightened around her while he gently pushed her head back against his shoulder and brushed her hair away from her face so he could nuzzle her neck. He twitched, still buried inside her. A whimper escaped, and she dug her fingers into his skin as aftershocks rolled through her.
"It's okay, Ella. Come back to me when you're ready. Just enjoy it."
It must have only been a few minutes, but it felt much longer before her heart and lungs returned to functioning as normal. His lips brushed hers, and then he laid her down, spooning behind her. He covered both of them with a blanket again and caressed her back while her shaking subsided.
"Please, whatever you do, don't stop," she managed to get out, pausing to lick her dry lips. Nothing seemed real now. If it was just a dream, she didn't want to wake up. Not ever.
There was no sound except the crackling of the fireplace. After he shifted and slipped out of her, she felt his hard body pressed against hers, his hands cupping her breasts, his face buried in her hair and neck. The numb feeling of sated desire was starting to wear off, and she moaned, longing for its return.
He chuckled, his breath tickling her skin. "You're insatiable."
*******
After lunch, Luke went outside to check for ice on the power lines since the lights had flickered during their meal. He pulled on layer after layer of clothes until Ella didn't recognize him, and then he disappeared into a bright wall of snow before the door closed.
She shivered from the blast of cold air, but a warm sense of comfort came over her as she washed their dishes. It was much different from when she'd cleaned up at home in her little apartment. She paused, her hands buried under the sudsy water, remembering the mess that still littered her sink and counter. It was such a lonely concept, not caring what your place looked like since you knew no one would visit.
A tremor passed through her, and she had to close her eyes and take a deep breath. It helped to think about him holding her this afternoon, his raw, masculine scent mixing with that from the stew simmering on the stove. How they'd silently watched each other as they'd dressed and moved around the kitchen, preparing the table again.
The meal had been satisfying, a mixture of vegetables and pasta and beef in a tomato broth, accompanied by thick chunks of warm bread. The man sure knew how to cook. Another thought that made her sigh with longing.
Their conversation had been minimal. At least the verbal part. He seemed to enjoy the game of staring into her eyes until she blushed and looked away, giggling.
Only once was he the one to blush when she had played footsie and then slid her sock-covered foot up onto his chair to gently rub against him. His jaw had twitched and his eyes darkened. For a brief moment, she thought he was going to sweep the dishes off the table and take her right there. Her only objection was that she hadn't finished her bowl of stew, and she was starving.
Wit
h the kitchen straightened up, she set about finding the essentials to make coffee, trying not to think of the life waiting for her back home. She had just sat down on the couch with a steaming mug when Luke returned in a swirl of icy wind and wet snow.
"I hope you have enough for me, too." He peeled back each layer until it lay in a heap by the door.
Her eyes followed each removal with growing desire...and a little despair knowing that this couldn't possibly last. "I made a full pot."
"Good." He shook out his hair, disappeared into the kitchen, and then returning to join her on the couch with his own mug of coffee. "Thanks for cleaning up."
She shrugged. "It was the least I could do."
For some reason, she felt nervous, much as she had last night when she'd discovered her surroundings. Something had changed since Luke had gone outside, but she couldn't put a finger on it. As they sat quietly, sipping their coffee, staring at anything but each other, she contemplated what could have happened while they were apart.
The only thing that made sense was precisely that: they had been apart. He'd had time to think about what they'd done. Just like this morning when she'd found him pacing. He didn't seem as agitated now, but still...
"We shouldn't have any more trouble with the power unless we get more ice in this storm,” he said.
"Oh? Good."
"Thanks for cleaning the dishes."
"You already said that, but you're welcome."
"Did I? Sorry."
"It's alright."
"I better put some more wood on the fire."
She glanced at the blazing fireplace but said nothing. Something was definitely wrong—it just wasn't her place to get involved. She'd interrupted his schedule, whatever that might have been. Sure, they were forced to share Christmas together, but when the storm passed and it was safe to travel, she'd return to her own life and he would continue with his. And whatever was bothering him would be no more.
