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

face in the place where my neck and shoulder meet. He has wrapped me in his strong arms and I feel tiny in his muscled embrace. Hot against my hip is his hard erection.
      ‘Winter, are you awake?’ he murmurs.
      ‘Mmm,’ I say, coming to a little in the darkness, my skin awakening to the touch of him.
      ‘You’re so beautiful, so enchanting. I can’t resist you…’
      ‘Do I have another lesson?’
      ‘Think of it as revision,’ he murmurs. ‘Nothing new to learn, just consolidating…’ His cock is hard against me. I turn so that I’m facing him, and lift one leg up so that it rests on his thigh. He sighs with pleasure as he understands that I’m open to him now. He manoeuvres the head of his cock so that he’s at my entrance again. Just the feel of that great smooth head pushing at me sends judders of delight twisting through my stomach. I don’t think I could ever get tired of this delicious sensation: the pushing of his giant battering ram against the lips of muscle that guard my entrance, the stretching as I engulf it and he thrusts the thick shaft in as far as it will go, so that I’m impaled on him.
      He’s in me suddenly, pushing through and into my vagina, filling it up with his cock. He pushes it home hard and I gasp. He pushes again, fast and fierce, driving the breath out of me with an ‘Oh!’ He’s clasping me fiercely, one hand cupping my buttocks, the other wrapped around my waist so he can move me up and down on his erection. There’s none of the slow savouring of our last encounter. He’s driving me hard – I understand now what riding means – he’s riding me – or I’m riding him as I take him into my very depths and thrust my hips to spur us both on.
      ‘Oh my God,’ I groan, throwing back my head. He’s consumed with passion now, sinking into me to the root, driving back and doing it again. His mouth finds mine and we begin to devour each other, our tongues twisting together, our saliva mingling as we ride the heat of our desire. He’s going hard and fast, it won’t be long before he comes, I can tell. This is not part of my education so much as him slaking his need.
      ‘You’re delicious, you’re so sexy,’ he says in my ear. ‘I can’t resist you… God, you’re making me come…’
      The realisation that his orgasm is building floods me with hot excitement but before I can reach my own peak, he groans loudly and says, ‘Yes, oh… I’m coming now,’ and his thrusts become shorter and sharper and then he bursts a jetting climax inside me.
      ‘Oh… oh…’ I moan, inflamed by his passion.
      Swiftly he thrusts again, his cock still huge and swollen inside me, and reaches down with one hand. The balls of his fingers find my throbbing clitoris and he begins to massage it hard, stroking and tickling and rousing it to an unbearable state of excitement. My thighs tighten, my fists clench and I cry out sharply as he strums my bud to beyond what it can bear and a delightfully sharp, electric orgasm shoots through me, stiffening my limbs in convulsive spasms. I’m left panting and replete. Miles pulls his cock slowly out of me.
      ‘Thank you,’ he says, kissing me lightly. ‘I love it when you come.’
      ‘I love it when I come too,’ I say, and he laughs.
      ‘A willing student. I can’t ask for anything more.’
      We doze off again in one another’s arms.
     
    When I wake, Miles isn’t beside me. The hut is full of a grey light. It’s day now and the storm is evidently over. I shiver, cold without his body to keep me warm. I’ve covered myself with some of the sleeping bag but not enough to be properly cosy.
      Where is he? I wonder. Probably he’s gone out to relieve himself. No humiliating bucket for him. Men are so lucky that way. I wish he was with me. I’m engulfed with desire for his body, the warmth of his nearness.
      Have I really had three orgasms since last night?
      When I was with Jacob, I’d insist that I