PrimevalPassion by Cyna Kade

as the ring remained in place. She
wouldn’t leave it on long, just long enough for him to satisfy her needs. She
climbed on top of him and held his cock upright. It was thick and not too long,
just the way she liked them. She rubbed the head against her clit until her
juices flowed and then she grabbed a condom. She sheathed him and slowly sank
onto him. She stopped when his glans had just pierced her.
    “Touch my nipples!”
    Jeff reached out to touch her breasts. His fingers tweaked
her nipples and she lowered a little more. Jeff raised his hips and Suzanne
said, “No! Don’t move your hips. You’re my toy. You do what I tell you.”
    Jeff lay still.
    Suzanne laughed. “You are such a good boy. Play with my
nipples,” she said as she went back to teasing his cock. The cock ring had made
him even thicker. Suzanne threw back her head as she carefully guided him fully
inside her cunt. She sank down so his cock hit the back wall of her pussy. She
held still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of fullness that nothing but a
live, hot, hard cock could provide. The sensation was one she wished she could
bottle and sell. She was complete, as if she’d never be empty again. She slowly
started rocking her hips.
    Jeff pinched her nipples and her hips twitched. She knew
Jeff wanted her to rise up so his cock was almost out and then slam back again.
Men always wanted that kind of violent motion but Suzanne enjoyed the slow
rocking, never taking the cock out of her cunt. It was more pleasurable that
way and as long as she was a Dom, she’d do as she pleased. She ground her clit
against Jeff’s pelvis. She took her time, letting her heat slowly build. Jeff’s
pinching added an element of uncertainty that drove her passion higher. She was
on the brink when Jeff suddenly sat up and pulled her hips closer, sinking his
cock an extra millimeter deeper. Suzanne threw back her head and screamed as
her orgasm overtook her.
    A few moments later, she roused enough to remove Jeff’s cock
ring. It wouldn’t do to leave it on too long. Just before she fell asleep,
while she was still lying on top of him, she murmured, “You moved. You bad boy.
We’ll punish you later.”
    “Yes Mistress,” he replied.
    * * * * *
    At dusk, Alex loaded up one of the motorboats. He’d forced
himself to wait until evening. Some things were easier to discuss in the dark.
Time to make Julia talk. He’d left her alone all day, now he wanted to know how
she could have such easy orgasms. He wanted to know who’d made her ashamed of
her sexuality. He wanted to explore her head at the same time he freed her
body. He’d take no for an answer if that was what she really wanted but somehow
he didn’t think she’d refuse him. He bet that he could get Julia talking. He’d
almost had her last night but he’d backed off knowing she wasn’t quite ready.
Now she’d had a full day to think about what she’d seen. Had she admitted to
herself how much she’d enjoyed watching last night’s scenes? He couldn’t wait
any longer to find out.
    His excuse for showing up was to make sure Julia survived
the winter because he didn’t think he’d survive without her. Winter at the
mansion wasn’t a big deal. The place was self-sufficient. Propane, solar and
wind power all insured a steady supply of electricity. There was enough food
for a year and the helipad that could be heated to clear off snow and ice
ensured help was nearby. That didn’t make the mansion entirely winter
proof—nothing was because of the brutality of the winter in this area—but it
did mean winter was more survivable.
    Winter at Ben’s cabin was very different. The cabin was
tight. Last summer he and Ben had re-caulked it but it still used a tremendous
amount of firewood for heat. Julia’s woodpile was nowhere near big enough. Two
or three boatloads of wood would help remedy that situation.
    Alex tied up at the dock and made quick work of unloading
the firewood. Her pile had grown since