“Hold on to me…”
I gripped tightly behind him and he sat up to flip us around so he was on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pulled my hips up into his pelvis, his hard cock tight against my wet pussy. I could feel my eyes grow wide as I truly saw it for the first time, sans covers. He tapped the tip against my clit and I squealed with delight. He rubbed the clit and played with it tenderly, his other hand squeezing at my nipples and playing with my breasts.
“Come into me…”
His eyes lit up and he nodded. He gently put the tip against my pussy and I gripped at his back as he slid deeply inside me.
I screamed.
He was so big… So big…
He devoured my mouth with his and I could feel his heart beating fast, as he tangled one hand in my hair, the other hand pressing into my chest, just above my breasts. I held tightly to him, screaming into his mouth each time he thrust hard into me, clawing at his skin, my legs wrapped tightly around him, sweat slicking our bodies together.
The rock of his cock into me was filling me, hitting my G-spot.
The fading sunlight shining through the windows made a prism of rainbows spill into the cabin, arching across his face, his strong arms, his chest, and I was mesmerized by the colors, lost in the thrill, opening myself to the connection of his mind into mine, his body against mine, his soul through mine.
“I can feel you… I can feel every part of you…”
“I’m yours, Zaya, I’m yours…” The flooding of emotion was compounded by his thrusts as he pulled out and then slammed into me. “I’m getting close!”
“Harder! Harder into me.”
He leaned back, grabbing my shoulders, looking into my eyes and I saw the moment of climax, felt the emotions of his climax shudder through me, sparks erupting in the cabin, as he pummeled into me and gripped me tight and I was shattered over the edge, my pussy gripping onto him, aftershocks of aftershocks undulating ripples of glowing edges through our bodies.
Then he fell down on top of me, tethering his hand into my hair, the other hand on my hip, as he gently slid out of me, and I moaned, breathing heavily, shuddering into his body, mind blank, overwhelmed, dazed.
The fire crackled in the room and the sunlight gave its last kiss to the window, letting twilight drape the day. I hadn’t realized he had had to spend so much time keeping me safe from hypothermia…
I ran my fingernails over his back lightly and he shivered beneath their delicate tracing of his tattoos. He took a deep breath and pushed up to look at me.
“You saw the lights too, right?”
“Yes… Yes, I saw them.”
“Then, it must be true.”
“What must be true?”
“That you’re my Destin. That’s the only explanation. And that means, Zaya,” he held my hand and looked seriously into my eyes, “I will protect you from anyone. I really am yours.”
“And I’m yours…”
“Good. Now… Let me try to gather myself enough to put more wood on the fire, then we can keep each warm again tonight.”
I smiled as he took a deep breath, as if he were still weak-kneed, and then I admired his athletic, muscular body as he went to the fireplace, naked, and stoked it for the night, or at least the next few hours. Then he tiptoed quickly back to me and snuggled into the towel covers.
“I’ll protect you, too, you know,” I said. “You have to tell me more about what this Destin connection means, but I want you to know, I’m not useless. I will protect you, too.”
He smiled and kissed me lightly. “I know you will, Zaya.” Then he pulled me in tighter to his chest and we fell asleep as the fire crackled.
Fourteen
Cartari
“Try putting your hand in the snow and then thinking of me!” I shouted. Zaya stopped where she was running from my last thrown snowball and paused to remove her glove, then placed her palm in the snow.
With the rush of a Destin connection, overpowering and symbiotic, her thoughts made me stagger to the side. It wasn’t just the connection, it was the content… She sent the thought, the intense impression of my head between her legs, teasing her clit with my tongue, her thighs pressed to the sides of my head, her hands in my hair, clinging to my head as her body arched up with the thrill of the pleasure from my sucking and licking and nibbling. I rubbed my face with my hands as I dropped to my knees, gulping for breath. The wetness of the snow soaked through my pants quickly, but I hardly noticed it. I watched her smug little smile dance across her face as she pursued this flowing thought, and then she gasped, looking down at her hand.
“It’s melting the snow!” The break in her thought overpowering my mind, with overwhelming pleasure, was all that I needed. I lunged to my feet and sprinted for her. She looked over, just in time to lift her snowball and whip it toward my face. I thrust it to the side with a simple flick of my fingers and it dashed into a tree. She was giggling and scrambling backward, nearly falling over, as she climbed up the bank beside the woodshed. I caught first one hand and then the other and pulled her up to me, her laughter thrilling me, igniting my soul, making the thoughts she had impressed through the Destin connection be all the more desirable.
“I see what you want, my lady, and what you want, you shall have!” I slung her up onto my shoulder as she clutched at my back, cooing with breathless laughter, ready to take her back to the cabin and blow her mind while eating her out. I
