Chapter Nineteen

Rayne

I am peace itself, my mind in a blissful, dreamless utopia as I float through a sea of heavenly nothingness. I shift my leg and a small pain cracks into this magical place, this place where no fear or anguish exist. What is that little sliver of pain doing slicing through my happiness?

I roll over and nearly fall off Lorn’s couch.

“Ah,” I grunt. My arm jets back, and my hand grips the back of the couch as I pull myself to safety. The fire has gone out sometime in the night, and the room is much colder than it was when I fell asleep. I snuggle back into my cocoon and glance around.

The sun has clearly risen, but it’s still not terribly bright in the cabin. I remember my ankle and the reason that pain woke me up. I take my time sitting up and then stare at my bruised foot. It’s certainly looked better, but I think I’ll make it through.

I circle it a few times to the left and right, keeping my movements slow. It’s stiff, but it does feel much better. I glance around again, looking for Lorn, but there is no sight of him. I test my foot gingerly on the wood floors, which feel like ice beneath my warm bare feet.

We need another fire up in here, stat.

When my ankle holds up, I kneel and stack some fresh wood in the wood stove before I light it up. The warmth seeps right through my skin, and a sense of happiness peeks through the darkness that has become my life of late. I assume Lorn is still in his bedroom sleeping, and I don’t want to disturb him.

Instead, I walk toward the kitchen. I limp only a little on my injured foot, which is a good thing, considering how much worse it could be. When I look out the window, the snow hasn’t stopped coming down. There has to be a lot of snow out there now, and no sign of it letting up any time soon.

I paw through the cabinets as I try to think of something to make us for breakfast. After all Lorn has done for me, it’s the least I can do. I hear a noise from his room. The door is closed, but I can’t help but be curious. My heart flutters a little at the thought that he’s awake, that we can spend the day getting to know one another better, now that our major secrets are all out of the way.

Yes, that sounds lovely.

I pad over to his door and think about knocking, then decide against it. I turn the knob and press the door inward.

Lorn is propped up in his bed, buck naked. His hand glides up and down his dick. His eyes are closed. He doesn’t realize I’ve caught him yet, so I take a moment to enjoy the view.

His thick cock is rock hard in his hand as it slides up and down, and he releases a quiet grunt as his toes curl. I’m instantly jealous.

“Ahem,” I say.

He opens his eyes, and to my surprise, his cheeks blossom with a blush. Lorn is the last man I could ever imaging blushing, especially after the sexual acts we’ve committed, right here in this room. I cross my arms at him, his hand frozen on his still-erect penis.

“I could have helped with that, you know. I think I owe you at least three orgasms.”

He grins at my comment, and I saunter in, ready to make love to him.

He shakes his head. “You weren’t in any condition to…”

I crawl up the bed so that I’m seated right above his penis, and I lock my eyes with his.

“I am now,” I say. I reach down and grip his hand with mine, then unwrap each individual finger until his grip loosens enough for me to swat him away.

“I didn’t want to make a move, because you’re so fragile at the moment. It didn’t seem right.” He’s making excuses for himself, but I can convince him otherwise. I am, in fact, perfectly capable. At least as long as I can keep my foot stable and out of the way.

“Does this feel fragile to you?” I grasp his shaft in my hand and give it a few firm strokes. He moans and closes his eyes, then opens them to watch. I lean down and slide my tongue along the base of his balls, curling it as I lick and suck them straight into my mouth. As I do, I continue stroking his dick, and he groans again.

“Fuck that’s good,” he breathes.

I take that encouragement and release his balls from my mouth as I move farther north to the base of his dick. There I start a winding path as I work my way up to the tip, where a little bit of precum sits waiting for me to suck dry. When I reach the end, I take his tip into my mouth and suck it, biting down a little. He hisses inward, and his hips rock to reach deeper into my mouth.

I’m not sure how much of him I can get in, but I want to try and see how far I can go. I relax my throat and slide down, farther, farther. The tip of his cock presses against the back of my throat, and I still press on, sliding him in as deep as I can. I pull back out and flick my tongue along his tip, much like he did with my clit before. Then I slide back down, testing my own barriers once again.

I slide up and down a few more times. Now that he’s nice and slick, I get my fist working the shaft again while I head back down to his balls, where I lick and suck and play to my heart’s content.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” he breathes. I oblige, sliding my tongue back up until I cup him in my mouth. He holds on tight to my hair as he thrusts into my mouth, and once again, I allow my throat to relax as he goes in nice and deep.

“Oh my fucking god,” He breathes. My mouth is slick with saliva as he comes inside, his warm fluid filling my mouth as I swallow it down.

I pull back and wipe my mouth as Lorn lays stupefied on the bed, his legs sprawled while he fights to recover from his massive orgasm. When he looks up at me, his eyes are loaded with intention.

“Now you get to be mine,” he growls.

He tugs me up to him, and his mouth crashes against mine. Even in his passion, he holds back a bit. He’s being gentle with me, afraid he might hurt me. He shifts and lays me on my back in his bed, still kissing me as his hands land on the top button of my jeans. In an instant, his mouth is gone as he slides all the way down my body. I watch as he unzips my jeans and slides them off my legs to the floor.

My white lacy underwear are all that stand between him and my pussy. I’m hungry for his tongue, excited to feel him plunge it deep inside me once again. He slides my underwear down until they cross my feet and hit the floor, and then he spreads my knees and opens my center up to his hungry gaze.

“I’m so thirsty.” He glances up at me with a wide grin, then lowers his head to my slit and leaves a nice wet streak down the middle with his tongue. I jump at the sensation, and he grips my hips with his hands to keep me in place. He spreads my opening with his fingers and slides his tongue inside before he slides right back out, leaving a furious longing it his wake.

He slides it back in, then all the way out, nice and slow. No, not nice and slow. We’ve already done slow. I want more. I want it fast. I want it hard and deep.

“Fuck me hard with your tongue. As hard as you can.”

It’s a brave thing for me to ask, given my own chaste history, but I’m emboldened. I want what I want, and Lorn will give it to me. I simply have to ask. His tongue plunges deep into my pussy, and he pulls my thighs apart as he tongue-fucks me deeper than ever before, lapping along the sides of my cunt as he thrusts into me repeatedly.

I’ve never been fucked by a tongue before. I’ve been licked. I’ve been sucked. This is a whole new level. His tongue is large enough to fill me, and it’s slick and slippery and delicious as he curls it all the way up and nearly reaches my g-spot.

“More,” I beg. “Oh, please, more.”

He picks up his pace and fucks me as hard as he can, his tongue straight out as it plunges in and out of me. He removes a hand from my thigh and presses down on my clit as he continues his pace, his tongue filling me then filling me again.

I cry out and my legs shake with the delicious agony that is pleasure. With another lick of his tongue, I pulse around him, and I glance down. He’s licking up every last drop of my cum.

“Mmm, that’s yummy.” He licks the side of my leg and looks up at me with mischievous eyes.

I can’t speak or move. My whole body is numb from the explosion of it. He slides back up and takes me in his arms, and together we snuggle close as we watch the snow fall outside and I wait for my heart to stop pounding.

“It’s too dangerous to trek down the mountain in this snow,” Lorn says, and I’m brought back to reality. “When the weather clears, of course.”

“You think we’ll be OK until then?” I ask. Thoughts of Larry sitting outside, waiting for us to come out so he can take us down haunt my mind, and I nestle closer to Lorn.

“Yes. With the weather like this, wherever he is, he won’t be able to move easily, or get far. The snow can prove to be our safest barrier. There’s too much risk of injury out there.”

I want to believe him. I do. Something in me refuses, though. What is Larry doing at this moment? Does he know I’m here? Is he right outside the cabin, or is he far enough away that we’re safe from him?

I don’t know. I hate that.

“Looks like we’re stuck in this cabin together for the day.” Lorn doesn’t sound at all sad about that.

I grin up at him. “Looks like it.”

“What do you say to another delicious Lorn Hart breakfast, followed by some reading this afternoon? I have plenty of books we can enjoy while the snow falls. No other technology, really. I think I have a game of Jenga somewhere…”

I laugh and press my face against his chest. “Why don’t we try a delicious Rayne Carr breakfast first, and then we can figure out how to entertain ourselves for the day.”

Lorn grins down at me, and I give into the temptation to run my finger along his perfect little dimple, visible above his beard.

“That sounds like a deal,” he says.

Maybe today might involve some fun.