I feel Kit’s tongue flick out and tease my clit a little before he sits up and strokes my face. I move my hands so I can look up at him, and his big blue eyes are shimmering with a warmth I’ve never seen before.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, and his tone is so genuine, I feel another rush of desire flooding through me, making my clit pound and my pussy ache.
I reach down and grab the bottom of my sweater, pulling it over my head. Kit gasps as my breasts bounce free. He immediately brings his mouth to them, licking and sucking my nipples and squeezing my tits in his big, warm hands.
The ache between my legs grows, becoming fierce, almost sharp. I writhe under Kit, finally grabbing his hair and pulling his head up to make him look at me.
“Fuck me, Kit,” I whisper. “Fuck me now!”
He smiles, sitting back a bit to rip his shirt over his head and open his pants. He’s bigger and more muscular than he was in high school, but even then, he had shoulders like a bull and arms as thick and strong as steel cords.
Kit lays back down, holding on to one of my hips as he rubs his hard cock against me. I’m so wet, he slides up and down easily, teasing my inner folds with pressure. The ache inside me becomes a burn, and I grab his shoulders, grinding my hips against him.
“Fuck me! Fuck me, please!” I pant.
Kit leans down and kisses me gently. Then, keeping his eyes on mine, he pushes forward with his hips and joins us together with one hard thrust.
My body bends, tension streaking through me as if every single muscle in my body is trying to wrap itself around Kit, the sensation radiating from where his hard cock is buried in my tight, wet pussy. I can’t do anything except gasp and tremble, helpless in his arms.
He keeps looking into my eyes. Slowly, the tension releases, and I relax into him, my legs loosening from his hips as my fingers let go of his shoulders. I’m still wrapped around him, but not in a vice-like death grip.
Kit moves his hips back and forth in small, slow strokes. I can feel how hard he is, the long, thick shaft driving deep into me, the friction building from his calculated movements.
The next orgasm takes me by surprise, a warm rush that explodes deep inside, making my pussy clench and spasm around his cock as my clit pounds. I dig my fingers into his arms and scream, locking my legs around his waist again as I thrash and writhe.
Kit waits for it to subside, holding himself still above me with his arms braced against the floor. I open my eyes again slowly, looking up at him with a smile on my lips as the waves of pleasure echo through me.
He bends down and kisses me, igniting the fire deep inside me all over again. My desire is a living thing beyond my control, a flame that consumes me and remakes me again and again.
As his tongue searches inside my mouth, he starts to thrust into me in long, hard strokes. We keep our mouths together until the force of his movements forces us to break apart, but he keeps his eyes on mine.
I wrap my hands around his forearms and cling to him with my thighs as he thrusts harder and faster, pinning me to the floor. The deepest reaches of my body open up to him as his cock gets harder and thicker, swelling inside me.
I start to cry out and writhe under him, but he keeps holding on to me and doesn’t look away. The feeling of being completely open to him, my soul and my body at the same time, triggers a powerful spasm inside me. I feel my pussy wrap around his cock so hard that it hurts—for a couple of seconds, the ache throbs, both of us held in perfect tension—then his cock shudders and jerks deep inside me as my inner muscles clench and pump against him, leaving me breathless and shaking.
Kit falls against me, rolling to the side to cradle me in his arms. I collapse against him, pressing my cheek to his sweaty chest. He reaches up briefly to grab the blanket, flicking it over us as we curl up in front of the fire.
We look into each other’s eyes, both feeling no need for words. With gentle touches and small smiles, we say everything that needs to be said until both of us start to succumb to sleep.
For quite some time, all I knew was warmth, safety, and the sensation of Kit’s arms wrapped around me. Even though I fall into a deep sleep, I can still feel him, and I know our bodies are still tangled together.
Sometime later, a sense of cold invades my comfort. My eyelids flicker a little, and I notice the room is almost completely dark.
The fire is going out.
I slip out of Kit’s arms, trying not to disturb him. There is some small wood next to the fire, and I toss in a few pieces, waiting for the flames to catch.
Warmth begins to fill the room, but I know we’ll need a few big logs to get us through the night. I wrap myself up in a long jacket and get the wood basket, looking down on Kit before I go.
Back soon, my love.
I walk through the dark halls to the back entrance where the woodpile is. With no care in the world, I cross the yard to fill up the basket with logs.
Somewhere nearby, a twig breaks with a distinctive snap.
I freeze, not daring to move. I keep my head down, my hand still on the log and my other on the handle of the basket.
Maybe it was just an animal—
