WINTERING

Chapter 13: When We Are Together

HARPER'S POV: They say actions speak louder than words, and in my case, that couldn't be more true. My boyfriend is not much of a talker, but he knows how to show me how much I mean to him. And one of the ways he does this is through his hands. I remember the first time he held my hand; it was like a jolt of electricity running through my body. I could feel his warmth and love radiating through his touch. It was then that I knew this was someone I wanted to be with.

As our relationship progressed, I discovered how skilled Duncan was with his hands. He had a knack for fixing things around the house, from a leaky faucet to a creaky door. I never had to worry about calling a maintenance specialist because he could handle it all. It wasn't just his handyman skills that impressed me. It was the way he would caress my face when we cuddled on the couch, the way he would rub my back when I was feeling stressed, or the way his fingers would intertwine with mine as we walked down the street.

When it came to our intimate moments, his touch was like magic. He knew exactly where to touch and how much pressure to put me into pure bliss. His hands would roam every inch of my body, leaving a fire trail in their wake. He loves nothing more than giving me pleasure, and his hands are his primary tool. Whether it's placing his fingers inside of me, exploring my body, or gently rubbing my sensitive areas, he knows it's not just the physical pleasure his hands provide but also the emotional connection. I feel safe and loved in his arms, knowing that he is entirely focused on my pleasure.

I experienced something else when he cooked me a delicious dinner one evening. Not only was the food excellent, but watching him in the kitchen was such a turn-on for me. Duncan has found solace and joy in cooking. He would spend hours in the kitchen, experimenting with new recipes and techniques, and the result — being so delicious that it would leave me licking my fingers and putting them between my legs as an early dessert.

I'm watching him and fantasizing about devouring him. Duncan's charm and sex appeal are what make him stand out. There's something undeniably attractive about a man who can cook, and Duncan knows it. He takes full advantage of it. He would often catch me staring at him, admiring how he moves around the kitchen efficiently and gracefully. When he did, he would push me against the counter teasingly before leaning in for a kiss, making my heart race uncontrollably.

I have always admired people who have a passion for creating things. My admiration only grew when I started dating Duncan, who not only shared my love for food but also had some fantastic cooking skills. Although he had cooked for me before, I had always been curious to see what he could whip up in the kitchen. Duncan led me to the kitchen, where he had laid out all the ingredients and cooking utensils. He had chosen to make his signature dish, a creamy chicken alfredo, which was my favorite.

As he began to chop, sauté, and mix the ingredients, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by his movements. The way he handled the knife, the precision with which he added the ingredients, and the way he tasted the sauce, it was all so graceful and effortless. He moved around with ease like he owned the space. It was evident that he knew what he was doing, and it was such a turn-on to see him take charge. As he cooked, he would occasionally steal a glance at me, too, with a sly smile on his face.

The dish came together, and he played it beautifully, adding a sprinkle of fresh herbs on top. I eagerly took my first bite, which was even more delicious than I could have imagined. The creamy sauce, the perfectly cooked chicken, and the al dente pasta were a perfect symphony of flavors. I couldn't believe he had made this all by himself, and I couldn't help but shower him with compliments and kisses. We finished our dinner, sitting on the couch together; Duncan removed his sweater, revealing his toned arms and chest.

I can't help but run my fingers over his defined biceps and rest my head on his chest. His body radiates warmth and comfort, making me feel safe and protected. I often tease him about his "dad bod," but in reality, I find it incredibly attractive. I thought it was just a natural progression of our cuddle session, and I was enjoying the newfound intensity. Then, Duncan whispered, "I want to edge you." My heart started pounding, and I felt excitement and apprehension.

I knew what edging meant — it was a form of sexual play where one partner brings the other close to climax but stops before they can reach it, prolonging the pleasure and building up intense sexual tension. I had never tried edging before, and I was unsure about it. There was something in Duncan's voice and the way he looked at me that made me want to agree. So, despite my initial reservations, I nodded and consented to him.

What followed was a rollercoaster of sensations. Duncan's touch became more deliberate and calculated, driving me crazy with desire. He would bring me close to the edge and then stop, leaving me breathless and wanting more. And every time he stopped, our tension and desire grew more assertive. It was like a game, a game of dominance and submission. I realized that I was willingly submitting to Duncan's control. I trusted him completely, and I knew that he would not take things too far.

As we continued to play this game, I enjoyed being at his mercy — it was a new and exciting experience. Then things took an unexpected turn. Duncan's touches became rougher, and he introduced spanking into the mix. I had never been into BDSM, but the way he was dominating me, the way he was in control, left me craving for more. He pulled my hair and spanked me, I found myself wanting to be punished by him. Sweat glistened on my skin as Duncan's strong hands explored every inch of my body.

I moaned with pleasure as his rough lips pressed against mine, sending electric shocks down my spine. I knew what was coming next, and I couldn't wait for it. From the very first thrust, I know this will be a long ride. The way he looks at me with desire and hunger in his eyes, simultaneously as he slips the cock ring on, almost makes my heart skip a beat because he groans lowly as it slides down to the base of his shaft. I'm shaking. I can feel the weight of his gaze on my body, sending a hot current running through me.

Then, he enters me. I love the feeling of being filled up so deeply and completely. Duncan knows the right angle and speed to keep me on the edge of pure bliss. With every thrust, his cock ring vibrating against my walls, every nerve in my body comes alive. The pleasure is intense, and I can't help but moan and gasp. "Cum all over me, baby." He says through gritted teeth. As the intensity builds, my body starts to quiver and tremble.

I can feel Duncan's desire growing as he pounds into me, more complex and profound. A sudden gush of warmth spreads through my body, and I can't hold it anymore. I squirt, and it's unlike anything I've ever experienced before. My juices get all over Duncan's cock, stomach, and the sheets. The sensation is so overpowering that I can't help but scream in pleasure. I dig my nails into his back. "Yes, that's my good girl." His primal growls add to the intensity, and it's as if we are in a trance, lost in each other's pleasure. The experience doesn't end there.

After the mind-blowing orgasm, Duncan takes his time to pleasure me even further. Before I can even begin to recover, his mouth is on my mound, tasting my juices and sending me panting. As he licks and sucks on my clit, his fingers delve deeper, massaging and teasing my sweet spot. Waves of pleasure pulse through me, and I find myself writhing and moaning under his touch. Duncan knows precisely how to bring me to the brink of ecstasy and keep me there, his skilled fingers and mouth working together in perfect harmony. "Fuck, yes!" I scream. As we collapse on top of each other and into the pillows.

Duncan's cock ring is more than just a sex toy. It's a powerful tool that intensifies the sensation, heightens the pleasure, and brings him and me to euphoria. I am grateful for the experience and can't wait to do it again. What truly made this moment unforgettable was how it left me feeling afterward. As I lay there, panting for air, I couldn't shake off the intense craving for more. It was a craving that lingered long after the moment had passed, a constant reminder of the pleasure that had consumed me.