Page 130 of The Heart of Winter

My libido had never been low, though I tended to suppress it for various reasons. Since I hadn't been in a close relationship for years, I usually had to settle for jerking off. Now, however, my skin was practically pulsing with desire.

The whole situation; a deserted island, the son of my boss lying before me, submissively craving my touch, it all gave me a very specific kind of pleasure. There was something unhinged about it, something beyond my daily norm, beyond the way I usually functioned in my beloved state of control.

The tension and endless uphill climb that had been my life suddenly felt tedious and unnecessary. I wanted to let go, just for a moment, even if we were going to die on this damn piece of volcanic rock.

I rose over him, grabbed his hips, and lifted them. Sariel gasped, surprised yet compliant. Now in a doggy-style position, I savored the sight for a moment, this svelte body meekly kneeling before me. I had a strangely sweet air of power over him, sensing his submission and openness. I circled my hand around his waist, and my fingers slid down to his lower abdomen, finding a pulsating hardness there. Pre-cum literally dripped from his penis, the heat causing Sariel to be non-stop ready.

When my cock lightly pressed against his wet rim, Sariel suddenly murmured something quietly.

I leaned in, trying to hear him better over the pounding of my heart and the sound of the stream. "What's up?"

"I'd prefer… from the front."

Damn, I’d forgotten that for him, this was the first time bottoming. But then again, that position—missionary—was often linked with intimacy, something more suited for tenderness. And this aspect… was still a work in progress for me. Especially during the actual intercourse, not just after. Previously, I’d managed to pull it off afterward—maybe I could do it during the act too?

Would it feel awkward? Would I come off as too stiff or theatrical?

Beyond what happened today, I’d never really given anyone affection. Ninety-nine percent of the time, I had sex from behind, it made everything feel more anonymous, more comfortable for me.

"Of course," I said, managing to keep my voice calm and reassuring. I couldn’t say no to him. More than that, I actually wanted to experience this—kinda shyly, hesitantly. But it felt like an exciting challenge. A chance to try something new, to shift my usual ways.

Even with Finn, I’d denied him this. I never wanted to look anyone in the eye during sex. But with Sariel… Sariel was different. I wanted to do this for him, to dig deeper into… us.

He slowly turned over, careful with his leg. His expression held a flicker of fear and vulnerability, and something inside me melted a little as I gently lowered myself on top of him.

Our stiff cocks rubbed against each other, and I shuddered, feeling how hot and silky his skin was.

I cleared my throat. "Ready?"

Was that something you were supposed to say during a first time? I couldn't remember what it was like during my first time, but Sariel reacted well, nodding.

I positioned myself between his legs, which he raised with a certain caution to allow me better access. I saw it in his eyes: a delicate tension, nervousness.

This anxiousness made me pause. I didn't want to just thrust into his body without a single word. For a moment, I gazed into his eyes, thinking of the right words. What could be perfect in a situation like ours? Probably nothing—so these would have to do:

"I hope we'll be able to repeat this when they rescue us, in more… comfortable conditions. I'd really like that," I said, trying to give my tone at least a bit of softness.

"Thanks… I hope so too. But now is also okay. I—I really want this. And I—I like you."

My God, that was such a sweet, innocent confession, though with a bit of a stutter. Sariel's youth and inexperience were so obvious, shining through his eyes.

My smile was more gentle than I could ever imagine, more than I thought I could give. It was a surprise even to myself, how easy this whole ‘tenderness’ seemed to be with him. What made him different from other people?

"I like you too, Sariel."

"So do it, Winter. I want you to be my first."

Feeling a sense of responsibility in those words, I didn't add anything else, just started pressing my cock against his softened, open ring. I moved slowly at first, then more firmly… gradually sinking into him, feeling how incredibly tight and hot he was. It was unbelievable. And so ecstatic… A stifled sound escaped my throat, something like a whimper, and…

…it happened again!

Fuck! I couldn't believe it!

Here I was, climaxing instantly from the first thrust, just like when he came inside me at the first push one hour before!

What the…?!

The shiver was sweet, the wave of ecstasy dazzling!

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