A Lesson of Intensity: Season of Desire Part 2 (Seasons Quartet) by Sadie Matthews

within me as he begins to work away, thrusting in and out.
      ‘Oh … my God, that’s unbelievably delicious… it’s heaven… Oh…’ I am carried away by the beautiful feelings he’s stimulating in me with his movements. I never thought I could feel so utterly filled up, but his great shaft stretches me more delectably than I imagined possible. He begins to thrust harder, my hips rising to meet his. I can feel the grinding of his pubic bone on my clitoris, the slap of his balls on my bottom, the power of his thrusts which almost move me off our makeshift bed.
      If I never have another lesson with Miles, I’ve learned so much about what pleasures there are to be enjoyed – and I know I’ve barely begun to comprehend what he can teach me. I can feel his cock throbbing and swelling inside me as he pumps it in and out. I clutch at his back and arm as the passion in me begins to become more than I can bear. His jaw is set and his eyes are burning with the force of his passion, and he grunts as he pushes himself home deep within me. We are two animals become one now, moving together, feeling our passions rising as the climax approaches. His strokes become harder, shorter as his cock jerks inside me. My bud thrills to the pressure of his body as he rubs on it just as the head of his erection hits home, creating divine pleasure for me. I sense through my own waves of enjoyment that he’s approaching a peak as well. Just as my orgasm engulfs me, making me dig my nails deep into the flesh of his arm, I feel him swell even more within me and then shoot out his climax inside me. He sinks down on me, groaning with the force of his orgasm as my vagina convulses around him, tightening with the waves of my powerful crescendo.
      We don’t speak for a long time as our breathing returns to normal. He lies between my legs, his weight heavy upon me, his cock still sheathed inside me. I stroke a hand across the broad back that’s now dewy with the sweat of our exertions.
      ‘That was glorious,’ I say softly.
      ‘You are a delight,’ he replies, his voice tender now. ‘I meant to be much more restrained, but I couldn’t stop myself.’ He nuzzles into my neck. ‘I think that is probably more than enough education for now.’
      I make a small noise of agreement. My eyelids flicker and close. I’m worn out by the bouts we’ve just enjoyed and now that the fire has died right down to little more than a red-gold glow, the room is almost completely dark. I’m warm from the love-making. Miles slowly withdraws and I’m too tired to bother with the need to tidy myself up. I curl up into his broad warm chest and fall asleep.
     
    I don’t know how long I sleep for but when I wake it feels like the middle of the night. I’m desperate for a pee. Miles is still asleep and it’s almost completely dark in the little hut. It’s so quiet that I feel almost suspicious. What’s wrong? What’s missing? Then I realise: I’ve been used to the sound of the wind buffeting the little hut but that noise is gone. We’re in absolute quiet. I’ve never gone so long without access to my telephone or email or the Internet but it turns out that the world goes on without all the endless chatter and distraction. My life seems so full and busy but maybe real existence is this quiet isolation and my noisy, social flitting is the illusion.
      I can make out some shapes in the darkness and I find the bucket in the corner. God, if it weren’t for this, I would be able to put up with this place a lot more easily. I pee as quietly as I can, and then go back to our bed. It’s chillier now, and all the sleeping bags are underneath us. Miles’s body emanates a good heat: he must be a warm-blooded creature, while I’m more prone to cold, always suffering with chilly toes and fingers. I snuggle up against him and fall back to sleep.
     
    I wake to feel his mouth at my earlobe, tugging gently. He kisses the skin just below and then buries his