A Winter's Tale - Book I
Winterlovers - Winter

We spent two days in and out of that bedroom, all over the house really, and I didn't think I'd ever walk again. He started by eating me out, the orgasm that brought on magical. We didn't stop there though. We got to know every part of one another.

On my knees, I showed him just how much I wanted him. He was large, long, and heavy in my mouth. It was a powerful feeling, making him moan and drop his head back the way he did. He had instructed me to tie his hands to the headboard for my own safety, he had stated.

I understood fully what he meant when I looked up with the length of him down my throat and his icy blue eyes were locked onto me. He was straining against the silk, his growl earth shatteringly sexy as he watched me take him into my mouth in deep strokes.

When his seed covered my tongue I swallowed every last drop, my tongue running over the tip of his dick.

"Bunny, if you don't untie me I'm going to break this bed."

His low, deep timber had my legs trembling, but I did as he said. With his hands free he was quick to pick me up, laying me on my back and hovering over me. He looked like he wanted to screw my brains out, but he didn't. Instead, he went slow, using his fingers first to ease me into a thick feeling within my core.

It was a lot, his fingers spreading me wide as his eyes stayed locked on mine. It felt good, heavy, and hot, and then there was pain. He used his thumb to massage my clit, circling and rubbing and spiking my need until I felt nothing but pleasure once again.

He was watching what made me feel good and what hurt, I could see that. Testing the waters, so to speak. When he finally spread my legs to lay between them he wasn't done being gentle, my orgasmic roller coaster almost to the top.

Had he known that? I was so lost in the passion, the need, that when he stretched me out with his thick shaft I didn't feel as much pain as I thought I would. It was like an ache deep inside, but not agonizing.

"Look at me."

I had closed my eyes, one hand reaching upward into the sheets and the other against his bare chest. Obeying his command I met that wintery gaze willingly. He was fully in control, but would it last? He was being gentle now, but could he continue that way all night?

Slow and steady strokes pulled in and out of me, my pussy tight and dripping wet for him. When I felt like I might fly over the ecstasy-riddled edge he laced a hand into my hair, holding my eyes on his.

"Vapauta itsesi."

I was a goner, thrown into a pool of orgasmic bliss as he stole my moan away into his own mouth. The kiss was fervent as he slid deeper into me, stretching me farther. I was lost in my own intense rapture, the pain pushed from my mind.

After we both had our fill in the bed we moved to the bathroom, where a gentle shower turned into another heavy session of lovemaking and then downright dirty fucking. I thought we might break something, or each other, the way we went at it.

As if that wasn't enough, by the time we were finally cleaned up I could barely walk. He carried me to the bedroom, setting me down on the window seat before taking off the bloodied sheet. He refused my help, never once complaining.

After he cleaned everything up and put on a clean sheet he had me in bed again. I slept for an hour or so, though I don't think he ever closed his eyes. I was woken by his erection pressing into my backside. I gladly pushed back against him, eliciting a warning moan that I only took as a challenge.

If the sun rose and fate decided this was not to be. That he had to leave me for some unforeseeable reason, I wanted this night to be practically perfect for us both.

When morning did come I tried my best not to wake him, my trembling legs heavy as I made my way to the kitchen. I was just cracking some eggs into a pan when he came up behind me, his hands untying my robe as he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"You're so gorgeous."

I melted in his arms as he took me from behind, my hands holding onto the counter. The eggs burned, for sure, but we didn't stop. After a quick breakfast of toast and newly made eggs, I was kneeling in front of him at the table.

I loved the change in his eyes, and his demeanor when he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. I ached in my lower belly for the taste of him. He wasn't restrained, able to touch me as I pleased him with my mouth.

He was quick to lace those thick fingers into the back of my hair, his other hand fondling a breast. I wondered more than a few times if he could read my mind because every time I wanted him to touch a certain spot his hand did so as if on instinct.

He was still controlling himself, just not as much. When he pushed my head down, his cock filling my mouth and throat, I knew he was losing hold of the reigns. The beast in him was out and obviously wanted to play.

When his head fell back and he filled my throat with his seed he didn't stop, moving his hips to slide in and out of my mouth. Tears were running down my face and he seemed to love it.

Then he was up, draping me over the tabletop to take me once again from behind. He had the stamina of a hundred men, I was sure of it. He was happy to show it off too.

By the end of day two, I didn't even want to leave the bed. He was at my side, kissing my cheek gently.

"Forgive me. I have drained you far too much. Are you in any pain?"

Pain? I was exhausted, but in a way that made me want to sleep for a week and dream of everything we had just done. With every touch of his body, I only craved more. My body was sore all over, aching between my thighs, but I couldn't stop the need from growing.

Opening my eyes to catch his chocolate gaze I sighed, a lazy smile playing across my lips.

"I'm sore everywhere, but I love it. I feel like I could sleep forever, but I also want to ride you just from looking at you. Is this normal?"

He smiled, shaking his head as he rested it on the palm of his hand. His elbow dug into the mattress, holding him up to give him a good view of my naked body.

"I wouldn't know what normal is, but I can tell you this. I've never wanted anything or anyone like I crave you. You're like an addiction I would never try to quit. I can't even get my erection to go down and we've been going at it for days."

Ok, that made me laugh as I covered my face with an arm. He pulled a blanket over us, kissing my cheek once again.

"Try to rest, my love."

With that I was out like a light, his hand resting on top of my stomach as he closed his eyes as well. If this was how we handled each other we were going to have far more than ten children. Would I be ok with that?

A house full of children's laughter, but also of siblings bickering and fighting. Game nights, singing, talent shows hosted by four-year-olds, and smiles that would warm my heart for an eternity. Yeah, I wanted all of it. A family of my own, our own.