at her clit, she felt the flicker of Nathaniel’s tongue,
confirming what the darkness refused to let her eyes see.
That only made the orgasm more intense.
It wouldn’t end.
The pleasure, the pressure, and need.
Everything mixed together.
“Keep going,” Nathaniel whispered,
indicating his liking that Stephanie’s fingers were touching
herself again.
His tongue left her body and she felt the
couch moving.
Nathaniel was standing and a few seconds
later, he was back at her body. She felt his breath at her shoulder
and as her mind pieced together what he planned next, she felt the
thick tip of his cock touch her finger as she continued to rub
herself.
She moaned and gripped Nathaniel tight. She
pulled at him, guiding him to her hole. There was no need for words
right now as he entered her. Sliding deep into Stephanie’s tender
core, the orgasmic pleasure exploded again. He started to thrust at
her, bucking her with all his force, leaving her breathless, mouth
open. Stephanie felt her breasts bouncing on her chest and she put
her head back, closed her eyes, and just waited for it.
She was all Nathaniel’s.
That was the point he tried to prove… from
the open door with the wicked cold winds and storm to the warm
darkness surrounding them now.
Stephanie was Nathaniel’s.
Nathaniel controlled Stephanie.
And he did so with a sense of
perfection…
Nathaniel lowered his body to Stephanie’s,
his speed instantly slowing. The pumps were amazingly deep, full.
The pleasure was intense but it became relaxing, a quiet, constant
pleasure, mixed with the feel of Nathaniel’s strong body on top of
her. He groaned and growled at her ear, offering a quick few
thrusts before holding himself inside Stephanie and releasing.
The orgasm caught her off guard but feeling
him unleash his hottest moment into her, in such an erotic yet
romantic way, left Stephanie’s heart beating in a way she hadn’t
felt before. This was becoming more than lust right now.
After he finished, Nathaniel continued to
have Stephanie. He was gentle, kind, and breathed slowly to the
side of her face and ear, sometimes sighing, sometimes whispering
to her. She couldn’t depict much of what Nathaniel said because her
body was in control of her senses, focusing on nothing but the
pleasure from Nathaniel. The feel of his shaft inside her, even as
it became flaccid, was still working.
Her eyes shut again, falling asleep to the
feeling of Nathaniel inside her. Before finally losing to sleep,
she let out one last moan as Nathaniel slowly slid deeper into
her.
(6)
It was sunlight that woke Stephanie again.
Night had become morning and when she sat up on the couch, she not
only found herself in a robe, tied shut, she also found a blazing
fire in the fireplace, radiating a perfect heat. When she looked to
the window the storm had calmed, leaving a steady falling snow to
greet the morning. Stephanie moved from the couch, walking to the
window to take it all in. When she arrived at Wolf Top Lodge,
everything was cold and green. A lot of trees that had suffered
through autumn were bare, their skeleton fingers sticking into air,
but most of the trees remained green.
Now there were barely traces of green. The
snow had to be at least a foot high in places. Looking much calmer
now, the outside was beautiful. The snow still falling danced with
the wind, rushing in circles, hitting the window, falling straight
down. The wind gusts were kinder this morning too, no whispers, no
howling, no screaming.
It was a new day and something about
sleeping through the wild storm in the company of Nathaniel Anders
had a metaphorical touch to it. Something about Stephanie becoming
Steph, having both her sides for Nathaniel to enjoy when
needed.
“Beautiful and deadly,” a voice said
followed by the touch to her hips.
Stephanie put her head back, feeling
Nathaniel’s strong shoulder.
“Of course it is,” Stephanie said. “We’re in
the comfort of this place.