Captive Angel Ch. 08

He moved down her body, thrusting those two fingers into her core, his mouth finding her clit, suckling on it as he had her nipple, tasting her sex, smelling her scent and feeling his cock start to rise once more. She was hot like sin, wet with the flood of her juices, wild with her need to come, writhing against him, her hips dancing in time to his fingers and tongue. Her hands were on her breasts, squeezing, twisting her nipples.

Her thighs came up around his ears and he felt her cunt clamp down on his fingers, the spasms of her orgasm rippling through her like wildfire. She cried out his name, her body convulsing in pleasure before falling back against the mattress, spent.

She lay lax beneath him when he finally pulled his fingers from her, hearing the slight moan come from her lips. Her hair was all around her head, a fiery background to the slim perfection of her face, relaxed and sleepy with the after effects of pleasure.

Her hand lay across her stomach, her other hand was up by her face, her legs splayed around him. She barely moved when he rose above her, opening her eyes and squinting up at him when she felt the hardness of his cock press against her sex. "Hunter?"

"Yes, baby?" he answered, pushing slowly inside of her and hearing her sigh.

"Wha...what are you doing?"

"After all this time and you still don't know? I must be doing something wrong." He held himself away from her body, the only place they touched was where they were joined, his cock now fully embedded inside of her.

"I know what, I want to know why?" she asked him, gasping as he moved, drawing away from her and leaving such a feeling of emptiness inside of her, only to push back in and fill it once more.

"Hmm, because I can?"

"Okay," she said agreeably, drawing her legs up until they were next to his hips. Her hands went to his arms and she pulled until he fell on top of her, his lips finding hers.

He made love to her slowly, sweetly, the urgency gone from both of them. He took his time, kissing her as if they had all the time in the world, experimenting until he found something they both liked and then doing it again.

He never hurried, not even at the end when her body arched against his, her convulsive walls milking his cock of its sperm, both of them sighing at the bliss that had been found in the others arms. They slept then, still entwined, and woke after dark with the fire in the hearth going out.

"Stay in here until it's warm out there," Hunter said, kissing her nose and finding his jeans to pull them on. He built up the fire, squatting in front of it while Angel admired the length of his naked back and the way his jeans pulled taut over his ass. He turned and caught her staring at his butt, laughing as her cheeks grew pink.

When he rose from the fire and pulled on his shirt and socks, she stared at him in confusion. "Where are you going?"

"The wood box needs to eat and so do we," he said. "I'll be back in a minute," he slipped his feet into his boots and opened the door to the cabin letting in a rush of cold air that had her shivering into the covers. She waited until the door was closed and found her thermal shirt. After untangling it from her bra, she dropped the bra back on the ground and pulled on the shirt, scooting over to the small cupboard where she kept some of her clothes and finding another pair of panties to slide on.

Hunter liked to rip them off of her, she'd found and now her supply was dwindling. She pulled the pair on and got on her jeans and socks, figuring to fix something for them to eat before they snuggled back in bed. Hunter came in, snow covering his shoulders and hair.

"We've got another storm coming through," he said. "I'm going to fill up the wood box and then go around to the shed and make sure the generator has enough gas to last the night." He dropped his load into the box and came up behind her. "I really enjoyed this afternoon," he whispered in her ear, hugging her to him so that the melting snow dripped down her shirt and made her squeal.

"Hey, knock that off!" she said, jerking away from him. He shook his head like a dog would and she ducked, laughing. "Sandwiches okay for dinner?" she asked him when she quit laughing.

"Do I get you for dessert?" he asked, bending down to kiss her again.

"With whipped cream and chocolate sauce, if you're good," she said, her tongue coming out to lick against his lips.

"Fuck dinner, I want dessert," he said, hauling her against him and pretending as if he were going to throw her over his shoulder. She struggled, tickling him, a new trick she'd just discovered. His ribs were terrible ticklish.

"No fair," he said backing away from her insistent fingers. "Damn you know how to take the air out of a guy's sails."

"Poor baby. Go, play man with the generator and bring in the wood. I'll have dinner ready when you get done." She shooed him out, hearing the door bang behind him. She saw his light bobbing through the back yard and the pathway he'd dug out to the shed, heard the bang of the shed doors as he opened them and the wind blew them against the sides of the walls.

He lit the lantern that he kept out there, letting a glow of light filter out the open doors of the shed and she could see the swirl of snow as it came down. There was already at least two inches of fresh on the ground and it didn't look to let up anytime soon.

The thought came, would it be so terrible to be snowbound with him up here until spring? They could have enough food if they rationed it. Hunter had left most of it in the SUV. Water wasn't a problem. So what if they ran out of gas for the generator. They had heat and could melt snow for the toilet.

They could play in the snow, take long walks, go through the journals, talk and get to know one another. It could work.

She saw the lantern light go out and then his flashlight come back on. He closed the doors to the shed, bending forward into the wind as he walked back around the cabin to the woodpile.

Angel hurried and made the sandwiches, heating water and making coffee. While it perked, she went around the table, picking up the journal she'd dropped there when he'd distracted her. It was still open to the page they'd been studying and she sank down into the chair, taking up where he'd left off.

When he opened the door to the cabin a few moments later, his arms full of wood, she jumped up, almost knocking the wood out of his arms as she grabbed him. "I found it!" she shouted.