A Lesson in Passion: Season of Desire Part 4 (Seasons Quartet) (5 page)

‘We are made mostly of water,’ Miles continues, his Scottish accent stronger as it always is when he drops his voice down low. ‘Imagine that, Winter. You and I are mostly water. So when I kiss you, it’s amazing we don’t merge into each other entirely.’

He puts his hand under my chin and turns my face to his, staring into my eyes. Then he slowly lowers his mouth, touching his beautiful lips very gently on mine. His tongue darts out and he licks the surface of my lips, pressing lightly inside, just far enough to tantalise me. For a few delicious minutes he toys with me, flicking his tongue around my lips and teeth as though he hasn’t decided whether to commit to a kiss or not. Then he pulls away and says, ‘Let’s share some water of life.’

Reaching for his glass, he takes a sip of the golden-brown whisky and holds it in his mouth. When he returns his mouth to mine, I open my lips and this time his tongue comes in strong and hard, bringing with it a gush of fiery liquid so that his tongue itself seems to be setting mine on fire. We kiss, pushing the whisky from mouth to mouth, pressing it around our tongues and letting it slide down our throats until it’s disappeared. We’re kissing hard now, and his hands are roaming over me beneath the water, feeling the smooth curve of my hips and the expanse of my stomach, caressing my arms and reaching down my legs. I can’t have enough of his touch and I long to touch him in return. I reach and smooth my hand along the hard strength of his arm as his mouth continues its fierce possession of mine. At once he pulls away.

‘Oh no, Winter. Not yet. I’ve got plenty to teach you first.’

 
‘But I want you so much, I
need
to touch you,’ I say longingly. The hunger I have to feel his flesh is almost overwhelming.

 
He smiles at me. ‘Soon. But not yet. Put your arms up on the side of the pool.’

 
I do as he says, reaching out so that both arms stretch out along the edge of the Jacuzzi. Miles lifts himself out of the water long enough so that he can reach the roll of tape that he left on the side, and sweeps up a towel from a pile on the steps. I glimpse the hardness in his swimming shorts as he gets back into the water and a thrill of excitement throbs in my sex, encased in the tight PVC knickers. Then he dries my forearms and the side of the pool around them, and a moment later, he has pulled a long strip of black tape and is taping my wrists to the wooden surround of the Jacuzzi. He rips off several lengths so that my wrist is well tethered and then repeats the process with the other arm, going around me in the water to reach it. I feel strangely excited by the way my arms are now completely out of my control. With them along the poolside, my lower body feels curiously weightless, as though I’m going to float up to the surface of the water, but I keep myself on the seat in the pool.

 
‘Just right,’ Miles says, with a smile. He comes to where he can face me and looks at the way my new position means that my breasts are raised and thrust forward, the PVC wet and dripping and the skin above beaded with water. ‘You’re so beautiful,’ he murmurs admiringly. ‘Gorgeous. Look at these.’ He reaches out and caresses my breasts, running his hands over the smooth shiny surface of my bra. My nipples are so hard beneath the tight latex that they are almost painful. ‘I want to teach you what pleasure you can have in water, my darling. It’s our natural element, after all. We’re made in water, from water. No wonder it’s the most delicious element to make love in.’

 
With a deft movement, he parts my legs and glides in between them so that he’s pressed against me. My body is alive with excitement as I feel his wet flesh on mine and the hardness of his erection pressing on my mound.

 
I want you – right now. Oh, Miles!

 
I want to speak but I can barely catch my breath, my heart is racing so fast. The pressure of his hard cock on me is unbearably tantalising but I know that he doesn’t intend to let me have what I want quite yet, and I don’t mind – I just want something to happen so that I can begin to quell the fiery desire that’s building up inside me.

 
He kisses me again, our mouths embracing hard, our tongues wild now as we possess each other. Our faces are damp and the wetness around us seems to drive our kisses on to become open-mouthed, our tongues roaming everywhere as we taste and lick each other. His hands are on my breasts again, his hard body against me, then carried away by the movement of the water, then ramming back on me again. I feel his hands at my back and realise he’s undoing the bra, pulling it away from my pert nipples. It’s a delicious relief to feel the tight PVC peel away from my skin, leaving it with a sting that’s almost like taking off a sticking plaster. My skin thrills to the rush of warm water, and my nipples sing in the soft bath after their encasement in the bra.
God, that’s beautiful.

 
His head dips down and he takes a nipple into his mouth. It’s already aroused from the bra and now the water, and the pull of his teeth around it makes me groan. I watch his head as he sucks hard on me, nibbling on my delicate rosy bud, then taking as much of my breast in his mouth as he can. His fingers toy with my other nipple, rubbing it between them, pulling it lightly, then caressing the soft underside of my breast. My whole sex is alive with need, the tingling between my legs growing from a gentle tickle to a pulsating torment of longing. The intermittent touch of his cock against me is torturing me in the most delicious way possible, as the work of his mouth on my nipple sends electric currents of lust to my groin. The immobility of my arms adds to the erotic effect – I feel as though my body is offered to him for his pleasure and mine, as though I’m utterly open to him, ready to be his when he thinks that the time is right. I’m wet all over, but if we weren’t in the pool, I know that my juices would be making me slick with readiness for him.

 
He stops playing with my breasts, letting my nipple slide from his mouth with a tiny pop, and then puts his mouth to my ear.

 
‘Are you ready, Winter? Are you prepared to find out what pleasure water can give you?’

 
‘Yes,’ I pant, even though I’ve already experienced something of it. ‘I’m ready.’

 
‘Good. Stay very still now.’

 
He leaves me for a moment and I feel bereft without his body next to mine, but he’s back in a moment with the small black box which he puts close by on the edge of the pool. Then his hands are all over me again, smoothing my skin and delighting in my curves. They’re at my knickers. He’s slid his fingers in under the band. Oh my goodness… the water has made the PVC cling so tightly to me that I’m not sure for a moment how he will get them off. But he has soon worked them free of my skin and is peeling them away from me, very slowly, taking his time to expose every centimetre of flesh. As he exposes my mound, I feel a fresh rush of arousal. The warm water floods there, bathing me and playing gently across my swollen parts. My clitoris stands proud as the pink PVC pulls away from it, and then he slides the knickers down my legs and lets them float away in the pool. I’m utterly naked to him now, the water more delicious against my skin than I could ever have imagined. I feel as though the swirling movement and its gentle heat, could lift me to orgasm quickly with little trouble. I’m gasping with the intensity of it.

 
Miles reaches for the black box, opens it and takes out a device that’s made of black silicon and is shaped like a flattened C. I wonder what it can be as he puts it down, takes a bottle from the box and pours something from it on to his palm. Then he puts down the bottle, takes up the C-shaped thing and rubs it in the liquid. I catch a glimpse of it in his hand – it’s smooth and shiny now, well anointed with the liquid.
What is he going to do with it?

 
He’s close to me now, his mouth at my ear again.

 
‘Are you ready, Winter?’

 
I nod, panting.

 
He puts his mouth on mine and starts to kiss me with the same wild intensity as before. Our tongues writhe together, hungry for one another, and as we kiss I feel his hand on my mound and then his fingers at my slit, playing there. His thumb rubs over my clit, sending delicious sensations shooting through me and I moan lightly into his mouth. He strums me there a little longer, making my bud unbearable sensitive, then his fingers are back at my slit and he’s pushing them in, fucking me with them.
Oh yes. Harder. Do it harder, Miles, make me feel you…

 
Then, his fingers vanish, and to my surprise I feel something else at my entrance – thicker, smoother. I realise it’s the oiled device Miles prepared and that he’s going to push one end of it inside me. It’s at my lips for a moment, pressing forward with little tantalising movements, and then it’s sliding easily inside me. One side of the C is now deep in me and Miles moves the other so that it falls into place, pressing down firmly over my mound and on to my clit.
Oh… oh, it feels nice!
I find the simultaneous inward and outward pressure delightful. He pushes it in and out of me, making it rub over me, sending exquisite sensations through me. Then he presses it so that it is as far as it will go inside me and it’s also firmly placed over my clitoris.

 
‘Enjoy the ride,’ Miles murmurs as he kisses me and then, to my surprise, the thing begins to vibrate.

 
Holy shit! That’s… oh wow… that’s…

I start to moan. The device is finding some sweet spot deep inside me that fills me with sensations of delectable pleasure as it whirrs hard against me. I put back my head, resting it on the side of the pool, and close my eyes so that I can surrender myself to the joy I’m getting. The side pressing on my clitoris is vibrating deliciously, making me throb to it in an almost unbearable, ceaseless pulsing of intensity.

Miles is close to me again, his fingers reaching for the little device. Now suddenly, the pulsing changes: it comes in waves that build in intensity and then drop off before beginning again slow and soft, then getting harder. I sigh with pleasure as my whole body is filled with the resonance of its stimulating throbs.

Oh my goodness, I’ve never felt anything like this…
The internal massaging is taking me to heights of bliss while I’m trembling with the force of the erotic effects of the pressure on my clit.

 
I’m going to come soon… I won’t be able to help it.

 
I open my eyes and see that Miles is close to me, looking down at me as I move my hips to the delicious rhythm of the little whirring friend he’s put inside me. I long to touch him but my arms are still spread along the poolside, firmly tethered by the black tape. Then I see that his shorts have gone and he’s holding his impressive shaft as it rears up under the water. The sight of it, long and magnificent, swollen to a huge girth, makes me moan and lick my lips.
God, I want it…

 
Before I can say anything, Miles kisses me. It’s so beautiful, I would cry out if he weren’t already in possession of my mouth. I thrill to his tongue and the taste of him as he devours me, moving between my parted thighs.

 
Yes, Miles, please, do it now… I need you so much.

 
Can he really enter me while the little device is busy there already? I feel his tip at my entrance and then he’s pushing his shaft inside, alongside the slim wand of that pulsating machine.

 
Oh… oh… it’s almost too much!

 
I’m stretching to engulf him, feeling that incredible sensation of being filled by his huge cock, now given even more girth by the small obstacle in his way. I moan through our passionate kisses as he keeps thrusting forward until I feel as though he’s filling up my entire body. I want him so much – as much as he can give me. I want him in me right to the root.

 
I can hear him panting and groaning as he gets in me to the hilt, and the knowledge that his excitement is growing makes me shudder with even more of my own. He loves being in me, I can tell that, and I open my legs even wider to him, so that he can get as much of me as he wants. The warm water around us is beautiful, as soothing and delicious as a warm bed, and it feels utterly natural and right to be making love in its gentle embrace. The friction of our bodies is different in the water, though – but the whirring little machine is giving me all the friction I could wish for on my swollen bud. Miles seizes me around the waist so that he can push me up and down on his huge length and he begins to fuck me hard and beautifully. My legs wrap around his strong thighs so that I can urge him on, his cock hard against the vibrating toy inside me. He moans with delight, and I know that he’s getting pleasure from the little device whirring against his shaft too. He kisses me rampantly as he fucks me, then dips his head to suck my nipples, anointing each one with his tongue and grazing them with his teeth, before returning to claim my mouth.

 
Oh, it’s divine… it’s amazing…

 
We buck hard against each other, riding the waves of our passion. I don’t want to come yet. I open my eyes. Miles’s face is pressed to mine, his eyes closed as he savours the sensation of my tightness and the vibrations pulsing between us. I look past his broad naked shoulders to the view beyond: the startlingly beautiful night with its dark navy sky, the looming mountains, the snow touched with the hard glitter of moonlight. It’s surreal to be outside, naked, so warm and in such heaven, with the freezing air all around us.

 
‘Oh Miles,’ I gasp. ‘Don’t stop… oh my God, your cock, it’s so wonderful…’

 
‘I love fucking you,’ he says roughly, his voice thick with lust. ‘You’re gorgeous. I can’t get enough of you… oh
Christ…
’

 
We’re both gasping and moaning with ecstasy as he thrusts hard and deep, his cock stabbing into me with all the vigour he can summon, the water washing around both of us, splashing over my breasts and neck.