Snowburn

by Frost, E J

  Stars explode behind my eyelids. My groans of pleasure end in a sharp gulp. I was close and it hurts more than I expect to suppress my orgasm. But the pain does its job – I don’t come, and when Kez collapses under me, I ease out of her and wipe myself off. Still ready and able to play.

  Kez pulls her legs up under her, curls into a trembling ball. Bruised ass in the air. Face buried between her arms. I stretch out beside her and lazily rub a towel between her legs. Give her time to calm down after that intense, intense play. Slowly, she turns her head so she can look at me. Her eyes and cheeks are wet. I reach behind me, pick up a fresh towel and wipe her face.

  “How’re you doin’, kitten?” I ask, as I clean her up.

  “O-okay,” she whispers.

  I don’t believe her. She’s shaking all over. Maybe it was too much.

  “C’mere.” I reach up and release the slip-knot so I can gather her to me without yanking on her arms. Wait until she relaxes a little, then cradle her against my chest. Feel the sweet, damp brush of skin and hair where her dress has ridden up and my pants have tangled around my knees. Intimate. Nice. “How’s that? Better?”

  “Better,” she whispers. She burrows into me. I stroke her, slowly, running my hand over her from nape to the hot skin of her ass. There’s a bulge of material twisted around her waist. I tug on it until she lifts and I can straighten it out for her, although I leave it pushed up to her waist in the front so I can continue to enjoy the brush of her skin against mine. Slowly, she stops shaking.

  “If it ever gets to be too much,” I say, “Remember rule number two.” I’ll be sorry if she uses the safe-word. I’m enjoying this more than any sex I’ve ever had. But I don’t want it to be too much for her.

  She rubs her cheek against my shoulder and blinks those huge, tear-stained eyes up at me. “I can’t see ever doing that.”

  “Not even if I paddle you again?” She winces and twitches away. I chuckle and gather her close. “Was it too much?”

  “No, it was . . .” She thinks about it seriously for a moment. “I don’t know the right way to say it.”

  “Painful?”

  “Uh. No. I mean, it hurt. A lot. But that’s not what made it different. It felt like – it felt like you were pulling me apart. That doesn’t make any sense, does it?”

  “Yeah, it does.” Any other time, maybe not. But I felt her struggle. Felt her break through some internal barrier in order to give what I was demanding from her. “How’re you feelin’ now?”

  She’s silent for a long moment, which is all the answer I need. She’s still shaken. “Put your arms around my neck,” I tell her.

  When she does, I pull her thigh over mine. Snug her body close. Run my hands all over her. Gentle over the hot, bruised flesh of her ass. Tickling over her arms and upper back. Sneaking my hands under the soft fabric of her dress to caress her sweat-sticky skin. “Is that better?” I ask softly.

  “Yes,” she breathes. Her breathy little admission, combined with the petting, bring the little monster back to attention.

  I cup her sweet face, tilt it up to mine, kiss her slow and deep. “I love playin’ with you, kitten. More’n anything I’ve ever done.”

  “Have you done this . . . a lot?” she asks. “I mean, have you done this kind of thing before, a lot?”

  “Nope. You wanna know how it started?” That’s a memory I don’t mind sharing.

  “Yes.” She cuddles closer.

  “My very first girl. Her name was Selly. Orphan like you an’ me. We were in the same home. We’d been together a couple of weeks. Hadn’t done anything but straight missionary. She’d come to me a virgin and neither of us knew anything other than what we’d been taught in v-school and told by other kids. One night, we were wrestlin’ around. I was ticklin’ her and she was pretendin’ to fight back. I ended up on top. She was wrigglin’ around under me. I pinned her down. Next thing I knew, she’d wrapped her legs around my waist and we were fucking like that, with me holding her down. Best thing I’d ever felt. Beautiful.” It was the first time Selly and I came together – the first time I was sure Selly came at all. It was beautiful, but it was nothing compared to what I do with Kez. I kiss her to make sure she knows that. “That’s when I knew what I wanted. But I lost Selly not long after, and I didn’t find it again.” Not for decades. The girl on the Galaxaura objected when I tried to tie her up. Mouse was too damaged for anything rough, although she did initiate me into the wonderful world of anal sex. “Not until you, kitten.”

  “Really?” She looks up at me, wide-eyed with surprise. “I thought you’d done this a million times.”

  “Not even a dozen times. Most of ‘em with you.”

  That gets me a broad, brilliant kitten smile. “I like that.”

  “Yeah?” I give her a squeeze and another deep kiss. “I like bein’ with you. Whatever we’re doin’.”

  Her smile turns sly and sexy.

  “You wanna try somethin’ else?” I’m pretty sure she’s okay now. The paddling shook her, but she seems ready to play again. But I give her the chance to bow out if she wants to.

  “Yes, please.”

  “Good. Roll over. Take a look at that sky while I get ready.”

  She does, without hesitation or argument. I leave the ties around her wrists, straighten out her dress, shuck off my pants and drape the thermoblanket over our legs so we don’t get cold.

  “Wow, that’s beautiful,” she says.

  Propping myself on my elbow behind her, looking down at the sweet curves of her neck and shoulder, I completely agree.

  “Don’t you—?” Kez cranes her neck so she can look back over her shoulder at me. Finds me looking at her and rolls her eyes. “You’re not watching the sunset.”

  No, I wasn’t. I was looking at something much more interesting. I glance at the sky – which is pretty – then back at my kitten. “You watch it. I’ll watch you.”

  She shakes her head at me, but looks back at the sunset. “What do you see?” she asks softly.

  “Everythin’ I want.” Actually, that’s not completely true. There are a few toys missing. I reach under the hammock into my bag, pull out two bulbs of lube, the little vibrator Kez chose, and several more towels. I roll up two of the towels, reach under the blanket, and place them in front of her thighs. “Put your knee across those.”

  She obeys immediately, opening herself up to me. I spoon against her back and enjoy the beauty in front of me. Kiss her soft nape. Reach around to cup her breasts. The dress lets me be rougher than I could be if her breasts were bare. I pinch and roll her nipples through the cloth until Kez is gasping, writhing against me. My cock’s snugged naturally between her ass-cheeks. Hard and ready. I rock my hips, tilt so my tip slides between her legs and rub myself against her, grinding against that soft wetness. But I avoid entering her. I want to stretch this out, this sweet play.

  “You’re not watchin’ the sunset,” I observe. She’s rolled her head to the side, pressed it into my shoulder, and closed her eyes. Her face is suffused with more light than the sky. She looks beyond happy. She looks blissful. I kiss the side of her neck, lick under her ear until she giggles.

  “Do you want me to pay attention to the sunset or what you’re doing to me?”

  “Both. If you’re gonna be a pilot, you gotta learn to multitask.”

  She laughs. “I multitask way better than 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 legs 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 he
r 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?”