I pushed her towards the cliff. It felt like she was fighting it, working against her own orgasm like the pleasure of it terrified her, but there was no way I was stopping until she fell into it.
I circled my tongue over her clit in a figure eight, releasing my grip on my cock and slipping two fingers into her wet heat.
I pumped them in and out a few times and suddenly she was coming, bucking against me, riding my fingers, ripping my hair out at the roots, heels driving into my spine.
It was so fucking hot that I almost came myself as I lapped at her wetness, prolonging the pleasure until her muscles fell lax again and she lay there panting as she tried to recover from what I’d done.
I laughed darkly, moving up the bed while trailing kisses up her flesh and loving the way goosebumps chased the course of my mouth.
I leaned over her, kissing her slowly again, wanting her to taste herself on my tongue, letting her know how good her desire felt.
She pressed her palms to my chest to move me back an inch, looking me right in the eye as she took my cock in her hand again.
I closed my eyes for a moment as she began stroking me, only opening them when she let go.
“Do you want to stop?” I breathed, still unsure about how far I should be pushing her like this. But she didn’t seem to want me to stop and I certainly didn’t want to.
She gave me a wicked smile and I watched as she dipped her fingers between her own thighs, slipping them inside herself and coating them with the evidence of her own desire before reaching out to take my cock again.
“I want to watch you fall apart for me like that,” she said, almost shyly, but unapologetically and I could only curse as she used the lubrication from her own body to aid the journey of her hand around my thick shaft.
“Fuck, Winter,” I groaned, my dick hard and throbbing in her palm.
She bit her lip as she watched me break for her, my arms trembling as I held myself up over her.
She seemed to realise the issue I was having and used her other hand to push my shoulder, urging me to roll onto my back before climbing up to straddle me.
I gazed at the perfect imperfections of her naked flesh as she pumped my cock harder, her thumb caressing the head in a way that made my balls ache and all of a sudden, I was growling her name and coming for her hard.
A trail of white cum spilled over my chest and she smiled like a fucking seductress as she appreciated the way she’d just brought me to ruin.
She leaned down slowly, her red hair spilling all around us as she lapped the cum from my flesh, moaning like she enjoyed the taste of me just as much as I had her.
Her mouth made it to my lips and the salty taste of my own desire danced against my tongue as she kissed me. This girl had me at her mercy and she knew it. I was hers. All in. Mind, body and soul, she could do what she wanted with me and I’d never regret a single second of it.
“Are you finally finished?” a voice came from outside the cabin and Winter shrieked as I bolted upright, swinging her off of my lap onto the bed beside me and grabbing my rifle from its position resting against the nightstand.
Tyson suddenly started barking in the bathroom and I cursed myself for shutting him away. But I just didn’t want his doggy eyes pinned to me and Winter when we were naked together. It gave me the creeps.
“Who the fuck is there?” I snarled because there had been something familiar in that voice and we weren’t dead yet, so I had just enough reason not to start firing right away.
“It’s Frankie Romero, don’t you recognise your own brother’s voice, Angelo? I have to say I’m surprised - I came here to find some murderous mountain man and end up catching an eyeful of my brother getting his cock stroked. It wouldn’t kill you to close your curtains you know…though I suppose then I would have burst in there with my gun aimed and I might not have realised it was you until it was too late, so I guess I’ll accept the mental scarring.”