obvious
annoyance that he had to ask the same question twice. Even in the
dark his command was intense. When Stephanie didn’t answer right
away, Nathaniel quickly moved her other hand up and placied her
fingers to her lips. He moved around them, grunting and thrusting
his body at hers. She felt his rippling muscle and thickness
between his legs touching her.
She whimpered and sighed.
“I need to hear it,” Nathaniel said. “Who
are you. Who you are for me, right now.”
“Yours,” Stephanie said. “I swear it… I’m
yours… your Steph …”
Nathaniel moaned in relief and gently
laughed. He placed Stephanie’s hand to her chest, just above her
right breast. His hand squeezed tight on her hand.
“Good girl,” he said.
Stephanie opened her mouth to say something
– she didn’t know what – and Nathaniel came up, forcing his finger
and Stephanie’s finger into her dampened sex. She could feel the
difference between her finger and his finger. It didn’t really
mattered though because the pleasure soared through her.
Nathaniel kept complete control as he slid
deeper, as far as he could reach in his position. He then came out,
with Stephanie’s finger too. She put her head back, feeling
Nathaniel’s strong shoulder. Nathaniel put his lips to Stephanie’s
but didn’t kiss. He just rested them there as his finger – and her
finger – entered Stephanie again. This time, Nathaniel quickly
removed his finger and left Stephanie’s there.
“I want to hear…,” he whispered, letting his
lips touch Stephanie’s as he spoke.
Stephanie moaned and moved her finger,
touching herself while Nathaniel’s naked body pressed against her
backside.
The feeling was more than intense. It was
pure erotic and as she moved faster, the sound of herself filtered
through the room. She moved her finger left to right, touching her
hole, letting her wetness sound.
“You’re beautiful,” Nathaniel said. “And all
mine.”
“Yes,” Stephanie said.
“I hope it never stops snowing. I need this…
for a long time.”
The words made Stephanie shiver. It was
pleasure, internal heat, but on the outside, her skin tightened and
shivered. With no power that meant no heat throughout the lodge.
The wind outside didn’t help matters and it started to get cold in
the room.
“Nathaniel,” Stephanie said, “I’m cold.”
Nathaniel put his hands to her arms and
moved up and down again, feeling her skin. She had broke out in
goosebumps from the chill in the room.
“Yes, you are,” he said.
It also didn’t help matters that Stephanie
was still wet from her erotic bath.
“Help me…”
“I’ll build a fire downstairs, for us to
enjoy.”
Just like that, Nathaniel’s touch was gone
from Stephanie’s body. She listened and could hear him moving
around the room. She turned her head and didn’t know how he could
see. She sensed him closer to her and even then when he spoke, it
made her jump a little.
“Take this.”
Stephanie felt warmth come over her.
It was a thick robe, a blanket with
sleeves.
She put her arms into the sleeves and then
felt Nathaniel reach around her body and tie it for her. Something
so little and so subtle left her in a state of submission and lust,
it was remarkable. Her body ached for more of Nathaniel.
Her body also ached for sleep.
It had been a long day and now moved into a
long night.
“Stay here,” Nathaniel said.
He left again but this time Stephanie was
able to track him down. She heard the sound of the match a second
before it lit up. Nathaniel lit a candle on his nightstand and
carried it toward Stephanie. The flame left a bouncing silhouette
of Nathaniel around the room and a delicate light against his sexy
face.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“As long as I can see you, touch you,
yes.”
Nathaniel wore a robe too. He put his arm
around Stephanie and guided her out of the room to the steps.
She needed a fire, for warmth.
She needed Nathaniel for warmth…