Page 7 of His Winter Wonderland

He buried his face in her nether regions and licked her, drinking up all of her juices, taking in all she had to give. It was an endless cycle of him licking and her giving him more. He licked, she grew wetter, he drank down her juices and caused her to give him even more. It wouldn't end until she came on his tongue.

And he wouldn't stop until he'd drank every last drop. He was a very thorough lover. He made sure she came multiple times before he came even once. In the past, her creator had paired her with a life partner. Someone who would be her partner on the battlefield and in the bedroom. It didn't matter whether they were compatible or not.

If they were ordered to be together, they had to be together. Winter had been paired with a partner who was only concerned with himself. Not once had she ever had an orgasm. Well, in truth, she still had never had an orgasm. Her dream-gasms weren't real. They were just a figment of her imagination.

Yet, they were the only orgasms she’d ever had. And they were far better than any encounters she’d had with the life partner she’d been paired with in the Wastelands. Rhen licked her until her body bucked and jerked against him. Her movements weren't graceful at all. Even if she’d wanted them to be, she wouldn’t have been able to make her body do what she wanted. She was no longer in control of it.

Bedroom Rhen had taken over. And when he was in charge, her body didn't listen to her, it only listened to him. Her orgasm was close. She knew it, so did he. Winter rotated her hips, grinding against his mouth. He slipped one finger inside of her, then another. Her body clenched on to those fingers.

There were no words to describe the pleasure she was feeling. Trembles wracked her body. There was no stopping the way she was quaking. She'd reached the point of no return. He ground his mouth against her clit. His tongue applied just the right amount of pressures as his fingers dipped in and out of her, moving to the same beat as his tongue.

Winter thrashed her head from side to side. Her moans and the sounds of him devouring her filled the silence of the cave, echoing off the walls. An orgasm accompanied by a symphony. Winter cried out then came harder than she'd ever cum before. He gripped her tightly, holding her close to his face as he drank up every drop her body delivered.

Even after she finished quaking and thrashing, he continued licking. She wanted to push his head away, put was too weak to do so. There was nothing left for her to give. What was his tongue searching for? Slowly, he slid his fingers from her body. Eyes half closed, she watched him put them in his mouth and lick them clean.

The sight was erotic as hell. Was she getting wet again? Surely not. She was depleted. At least, she should be, after the things he'd just done to her with his tongue. He paused, inhaled deeply then growled. He rubbed one finger between her silken folds and smiled.

“I love how easily you get wet for me,” he whispered.

Not possible. She couldn’t be wet again. Not so soon after coming. He leaned down and ran his tongue along the same path his finger had just taken.

“Taste so fucking good,” he told her.

Yep, she was wet. Even if she hadn't been before, she surely was now. He came to his knees and then climbed off the bed. She wanted to reach for him. But was still half on and half off cloud nine.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

Again, she was half on and half off cloud nine. That meant, at present, she didn’t have the ability to move.

“Winter!”

“Right now?” she asked. “I just came.” It was time for a mini break. They could pick this back up in maybe five or ten minutes.

Rhen's gaze narrowed. That dark look of his excited her. “Now, Love.”

He was lucky she liked it when he called her love. Like the good girl she was, in her dreams, she slowly turned over and assumed the position he'd taught her. On her knees with her ass in the air, and her face pressed into the pillow, she waited for what would come next. She expected him to grip her hips and slide into her slick heat.

Then she expected him to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. Just thinking of him doing that had her arching her back, beckoning him to bring it on. He didn’t do that at all. Instead, she felt his tongue against her wet lips, and not the ones she talked with.

“Rhen!”

“Don't move,” he instructed, then proceeded to tongue her down from behind.

This was a first for them. She knew he could do this to her while she was on her back. But never had he done it in this position. There were so many firsts out there for her to experience. She was glad she was getting to experience them with him. She wanted to experience them all with him.

Though she'd just cum, she found her hips jerking and her center growing slicker. She was about to come again. Apparently, there was no limit to how many times a person could cum during one sexual encounter. In the past, her count had been zero with her previous partner. With Rhen, she didn’t even know what the count was.

Four times in one night. Maybe five. She couldn't remember. After a certain point, your brain became mush. Sensory overload is what she called it. She had a feeling he was going for a new high record tonight. She gyrated her hips and pushed back, loving the way his tongue felt against her. Her walls were clenching, nothing but air. Her body was hungry for more. A finger, his dick, something!

“More,” she whispered.

He continued licking her. Her body was greedy. Just like her inner demon hungered for blood when on the battled field, bedroom Winter hungered for cock when in the bedroom.

“More,” she whispered again. With her head pressed into the pillow, she wasn't sure he could make out her mumbled words. She wanted him so badly she was starting to ache. “Please,” she whispered. She wasn't too proud to beg. Not here in dreamland. “Please, Rhen. Fuck me.”

His growl echoed through the cave. In a flash, his tongue left her pussy. His hands gripped her hips as he positioned himself behind her. On his knees, he leaned his hips forward and rubbed his cock against her ass.

“Please,” she whispered again. “Fill me.”