Page 11 of Their Steamy Cabin

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Page 11 of Their Steamy Cabin

We kiss. Powerfully. Intensely. Tongues and all, I melt right into him. He presses me up against the old tree, his hands going down my body. Even through my clothes, I feel how much my body aches for him, how much it needs him. I moan lightly as he hikes up my T-shirt, flesh-to-flesh contact all the more intense.

Panting, we stop our embrace. “Should we really be doing this here?”

“People only rarely come by here. I’ve never run into anyone.”

“Okay, sure, but isn’t this, like, scandalous? Feels like we’re doing something profane doing it next to a tree this old.”

“I mean, probably. Some ancient religion. But they ain’t here, and what they won’t know won’t hurt them.”

I smile. “If I get cursed by some spirit from long ago, I’m blaming you, Hunter.”

“It takes two to tango, babe, you’re just as much at fault.”

More laughter. Just being around Hunter puts me at ease. Everything else is just a cherry on top of it all.

His hands go down to my ass, gripping it tightly. We are deep in the forest, and despite Hunter’s claims of never getting caught out here, I don’t want to risk it, but I also want him badly. I’m wiggling against him, thrusting my panties down my legs to let him get better access to my more sensitive parts. He rewards me with a delightful touch down there, sending a shiver through my body. I’m already so wet and hot for him, just the sheer suggestion of indulging my lust for Hunter is enough to get me going.

I pull at his belt. It does take two to tango, and I can’t be the only one exposing my private parts in order for us to get much more intimate with one another. His cock springs forward, relieved to be free of its denim prison, and I stroke it, feeling its heat and hardness. He had made me feel such wonderful and intense sensations the night before, and I need to feel more of it.

Wrapping my arms around him, I throw myself at him, and those strong arms are more than enough to support my weight as he presses me against the tree. My panties hang off one leg to give him full access. We kiss once more as our bodies press against one another. God, the immenseness of his cock. How it parts my pussy lips, how it enters me, and fills me so completely. As if, despite there being billions like him, his cock is the one that has been perfectly made for me.

I shudder as I take him in, gasping as the shock of pleasure overwhelms me. It definitely helps that he has a finger on my clit, gently rubbing me to be damn sure that I’m ready and yearning for him so completely. Our bodies are pressed against one another, my tits longing for his bare chest as we had indulged before. But waiting for all that would mean not having him now, and potentially waiting hours to have the chance again. Thatisn’t something I think I want to endure.

I want him. Now.

Hunter fully inside me, I buck against him, sliding up and down his length, his thrusts meeting mine, working together in such perfect harmony, his grip on my lower back and neck, my thigh wrapped around him. The searing delight building in me, our mouths and tongues also coming together. The sensations of it all are so incredible that I barely even notice the little bit of bark digging into my back.

But the knowledge of where we are easily overpowers it. How naughty we’re being, having one another this way in a place where anyone could just walk up and catch us. Part of me wanted them to. For them to see what a hot and sexy guy I have inside me, and how hungrily he wants me. There’s not much else that could make me feel sexier than that happening.

I’m also just fine with the two of us knowing how much we desired one another, and the intensity of our lovemaking. Every stroke, every thrust, they all built upon the last, and the incredible fire that is spreading through my naked body. I’m panting, moaning, screaming for him to give it to me harder.

And I’m swiftly learning that Hunter will never deny me. He’ll always give me what I want, and then give me things I didn’t even know I wanted. His kisses, his thrusts, even the ways his balls slap against me make me learn new things that I enjoy, and how much I want him to keep giving it to me. I need him so badly. I’m nearing my own orgasm as he builds upon it, my kisses becoming so sloppy as I hear my voice echo through the forest.

The adrenaline pumps from that echo. How it could call attention to the two of us. The sounds of me singing Hunter’s praises. The conflict of wanting to keep this all to myself, yet wanting to shout it to the world.

With how he’s fucking me, I’m not getting a whole lot of choice in the matter. I nibble on my lip, fighting the orgasm for as long as I can, but he’s too damn dedicated to making me come. Rubbing my clit, and with every stroke, massaging my tits even through my bra and T-shirt, a tender hand going up and down my leg, my side, reminding me that he’s not just madly in love with the usual tits, ass, and pussy, but he’s madly in love with every bit of me.

I can’t help myself. I come. I moan for him. I try my damndest to let the world know how sexy he is.

The pleasure wracks my body so fully, the fire fully consuming me. Every bit of me aches that good ache, pounding through me again and again. He keeps fucking me, dragging it out, even as I look into his eyes and see him teetering on the brink of his own orgasm.

And then it hits him too. He groans loudly. It’s not high enough to echo through the forest, but the sound is a tribute to how fucking sexy I am, all the same. Deep within, I feel him shudder. I feel him pulse. He begins to fill me fully with his seed, my body so hungry for it and ready to take every last drop.

The adrenaline continues to pump, my mind wandering. I know I’m on birth control. I realize letting a guy take me like that isn’t the best idea, especially when it’s a guy I barely know.

But my passion for Hunter burns too strong. I’m struck with fantasies of its failure, and of being his, of having his child. Of being beside him as we build a family together.

God. What is this guy doing to me? I feel like there’s nothing I want more than to be his.

We’re both panting, exhausted and spent from the intensity of our tryst. He sits me down, my feet hitting the forest floor again. My legs ache and are weak, but I think I’ll be able to endure it. It’s a small price to pay to have a man like Hunter.

“You do things to me, Savvy. Things I can’t explain.”

“What’s there to explain?” I reply, my breath weak. “You want me. I want you. That’s where the magic happens.”

I keep my sudden fantasies of monogamy and motherhood to myself. For now, I’ll just enjoy him as any young adult woman should. Full of lust and passion, and leave the future in the air. I’ll figure that out as it comes, but after years of the chaotic torment that’s been my life, I’m going to savor every bit of the vacation Hunter has given me.

We don our clothes again. I slide my panties up my legs, and feel Hunter leak out of me as I walk behind him. God, I need this feeling every day for the rest of my life.




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