Free A Lesson in Desire: Season of Desire Part 3 (Seasons Quartet) by Sadie Matthews Page A

with my need as the longing within me builds up to a frenzy. I’m lifting my hips to bring myself closer to his probing fingers, unable to prevent myself twisting them against his hand. I don’t think I can wait any longer. Then I feel him push his fingers between the hot lips of my sex to the entrance. He presses one finger hard inside me and it feels so good, it’s all I can do not to cry out. He slides it deep inside, letting it move effortlessly into the dark groove within me. Oh God, that’s all I want and more… He pushes another finger in and then another, stretching me as he presses inside, fucking me hard with his fingers. I want him, as deep and hard as he can give, and I thrust up to meet him. The fact that I can’t move my arms from my waist becomes unbearably exciting as I realise that my body is entirely at his mercy, and that I won’t be able to resist the pleasure that he’s intent on giving me. Now the ball of his thumb is on my clit so that as he fucks me with his fingers, the cushion of his thumb strums and rubs my bud, creating a point of hot pleasure under it. I’m gasping now, panting hard as my need for him increases. The heat from the fire seems to grow more intense as my sex gets hotter and needier. Miles’s hand plunges in and out of me, his thumb tweaking me with ever more exquisite pressure until I can take it no more. I tense and my hips buck. I can't help throwing back my head as I shout out, ‘Oh God, I’m coming, Miles!’
    Then the pleasure explodes over my body and I can only surrender to its delectable convulsions until the boiling torrent subsides and I’m left, breathless and replete. When I open my eyes again, sighing happily, Miles is staring at me.
    ‘An excellent start,’ he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire. ‘Do you think you’ve learned a little about fire, Winter?’
    I nod. ‘Oh yes. I’ve learned a lot. It… it turns solids to liquids with devastating effect.’
    He smiles. ‘Very good. You’re going to be an A-grade student, I can tell. We’d better not leave it too long before your next lesson.’ He drops a kiss on my belly and then on each of my breasts and finally on my mouth. ‘But first… a little break.’
     
    I’m feeling deliciously satisfied as we sit down by the fire with our glasses of champagne, still fizzy if not quite so ice cold as before. Outside, the day has darkened to a navy-blue night and the twinkling lights of Klosters are spread below us under their snow-capped roofs. In the distance, the mountains stretch away to great dark shapes clad in the shadows of pine forests.
    Miles disappears upstairs for a few minutes, leaving me time to enjoy the view. When he’s back, I say, ‘Who did you say this chalet belongs to?’
    ‘I didn’t. It’s a friend of mine, called Dominic Stone.’
    The name means nothing to me, but I nod politely.
    Miles sits down and says, ‘May I say that you’re looking even more gorgeous post-lesson?’
    I laugh, a little embarrassed as I remember that only a few minutes ago I was thrashing on the rug with Miles’s fingers buried deep inside me. The atmosphere is luxurious now, after my fierce orgasm, but still charged with tension. I might have slaked the first furious fires of my desire but I’m still hungry for the sight of Miles’s muscled body and the touch of his warm skin. ‘I have a feeling I don’t have any lipstick left,’ I say flirtatiously. My dress has been restored so that my breasts are covered again and I’ve retied the silk bow of my knickers. But my hair is most likely tousled and the high-heeled shoes are still where I abandoned them in front of the fire.
    Miles is gazing at me with an unreadable expression in his blue eyes. Whatever it is, it makes my insides turn in lazy circles of lust. ‘Are you ready to move on?’
    ‘What’s next?’ I ask playfully, and take another sip of champagne. It’s loosening me up deliciously but I don’t want to get drunk and impair my