Page 30 of Winter's End

“Let’s get through this lesson.” I handed her a small set of electric blue boxing gloves I had picked up from the sporting goods store earlier that day. “Then we can talk.”

Winter scrunched her eyes into little slits and bit her lip in a way that ignited the urge to sweep her up in to my arms and smooth her frown; I held back, though, determined to make it through my promise to her before diving into that pool of muck.

I taught, and she listened. Her dodges and punches became stronger as she caught on to the movements. We were only covering basic maneuvers; I wasn’t willing to get her hurt by introducing techniques too advanced too soon, but she surprised me with her agility and strength.

My little violet was so much more than her beautiful face.

We stopped for a water break, the sun long since set behind the mountains. She lay flat on her back on the mat, knees spread open, revealing the patch of sweat between her thighs.

Her hair had fallen out of her messy bun, the flattened tendrils framing her chin. Her face was flushed a deep pink, and her chest rose and fell as rapid breaths filled her lungs.

Winter was temptation embodied, and I was just a lowly mortal man.

Whether another man’s spirit entered my body and possessed me, or I lost all human strength to resist her anymore, I couldn’t be sure. By the time I had come to my senses, I’d dropped to my knees in front of her, my body kneeled between her legs, and my lips hovered over hers.

“Kiss me, Cam.”

Her whisper sent my senses into overdrive, and I was useless to resist any longer.

I molded my lips against hers, needing to claim this woman more intoxicating than any liquor I’d ever tasted. Her body arched into me, grinding against my erection with an urgency that matched mine; I pressed myself deeper into her. The resounding moan that bounced off the walls and settled deep into the head of my cock spurned me on.

I broke the kiss, yanked her sports bra over her head, and deftly secured her wrists in place with it. She wriggled on the mat beneath me and her eyes hooded with lust. Her breasts pushed out perkily as she tested my makeshift restraints.

I placed a large hand over each breast and kneaded her plump flesh as her nipples hardened against my palms. I bent over, enveloped one nipple with my mouth, sucking hard, then softly nibbled before turning my attention to its sister.

“Cam,” she said breathily. The soft whimper of pleasure escaped her lips as I gave her body all of my attention. I tasted the salt of sweat on her skin and my primal need to take her then and there kicked into high gear.

I yanked down her leggings and the simple cotton thong, exposing her to my greedy eyes. She shimmied my shorts down my legs with her feet, her hands still tied up above her head and leaving her helpless to my ministrations.

I held my tip at her entrance, gaze probing her for the permission I so badly needed before entering. The teasing warmth of her wetness against my head made me shudder, my desire so strong for her I was lost to its power.

“I have an IUD. If you’re clear, and willing to have all of me, and all that comes with that, fuck me, Cam,” she begged.

I didn’t need to say the words out loud. My admission at the lodge and my resolve to have her now were answer enough. I loved this woman. Somehow, I would figure out where I fit into her world.

I thrust into her, sinking as far as my cock could reach, before pulling out and thrusting in again. We groaned together at the connection. Her pussy clamped around me so tightly, I had to breathe through the sensation to keep from coming too quickly.

I wrapped her legs around my waist and pounded into her with a punishing pace, releasing the demons from my soul into hers. She took me and my demons insatiably, grinding against my hips with every thrust, matching my energy with her own.

My little violet surprised me when her hand came to my chest. She had found a way out of my restraints. She used my moment of shock to flip us over, straddling me with my cock still inside her.

A wicked grin traveled across her face as she held the sports bra between her fingers; her own demons wanted to play.

“Payback,” she chided lightly, grabbing my wrists and tying my hands together in front of me while she continued to grind against me in a fiendish rhythm.

Shivers rippled through me as I held myself at her mercy, willing to be used and abused for her pleasure.

My cock swelled inside her, which she must have felt; her moan surrounded me in a blanket of dark desire.

“Oh, you like being tied up, do you, Big Guy?” She raked her nails along my chest so hard they pierced my skin. I hissed and bucked up my hips to pound into her harder.

“You really are a masochist, aren’t you, baby?” She cooed, leaning down to brush her nipples against my pecs, and pressed a kiss on my neck. The soft touch of her lips transformed into the piercing pain of a bruising bite.

All the blood in my body drained into my cock head.

A deep growl erupted from my chest as I forced myself up and into her again, so fiercely she had to wrap her hands around my neck to hold on.

“Ooooooh, baby.” She bowed her body and bit my shoulder. The indent radiated a delicious sting. Tingles rocketed up my spine as my body begged to come undone.

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