Page 19 of Their Steamy Cabin
Hunter’s mine now. In the eyes of the law, in the eyes of God, in the eyes of anyone who matters, this man is forever tied to me, and I can barely believe that it’s true. Every bit of muscle, every bit of coarseness, every bit of man is all mine.
I push his boxers down his ass, enjoying how he has the right amount of firmness down there too. Everything about him is perfect and every bit mine to enjoy until we grow old and dusty together.
Hunter’s hands are magic, massaging my pussy so delicately, his fingers slipping into me, exploring me so wholly and completely. My own hands round his hips, and feel how hard he is for me.
“I’m surprised no one noticed me walking around with chubs all day,” he whispers as I grasp his length. “The anticipation of having you again made it hard to keep down.”
“You’re not a hormonal teenager anymore, so you can control it better than you think you can.”
“Can I? I swear it’s visible. Look for it in the wedding video. It’ll be like some sort of easter egg.”
I slap him on the back playfully with one hand as I jerk him with the other. He pays me back by stepping up his massage, and the fires of pleasure rage through me stronger as he does so. I’m dripping wet for him, and yearning for him to just out and out fuck me already, but Hunter never plays like that. As he’s gotten to know me more and more, he’s learned that he can make me come multiple times, and tonight is going to be no different.
I lie on my side as he moves his fingers inside me, a thumb on my clit, the other hand running down my body, squeezing my tits, massaging the rest of me, slapping my ass, making me writhe and buck against him, fucking myself on his fingers. All the while we’re still making out sloppily, tongues and lips in a frenzy, enjoying one another fully as if it's going out of style.
As I whip myself back and forth by his machinations, all I can do in return is to stroke him. Feel him throb. Caress his balls, heavy and hot as the rest of him. He smirks at my eagerness to please, but he knows that he’s the one in control right now. My heart pounds faster as the sensations he delivers to me are becoming too much to manage. I can’t help but melt into him like putty, to scream and yell for him, so turned on with everything he’s doing to me.
I give in. I come. I cry out for him. I let that sheer bliss take me, coming hard on his fingers. I might have even squirted a little.
Hunter’s smile grows as he watches me struggle against him. I writhe and shudder so fully, him holding me steady.
“Good, good. You’re all nice and warmed up for me now.”
“I’ve been warmed up for you since we got in,” I say, my voice hoarse and out of breath from screaming for him.
“Better safe than sorry.”
“Not that I didn’t enjoy the warm-up, but I want you, Hunter. I need you. Inside me. Fully. Fucking me. Taking me. Filling me. Give it all to me, my love.”
He purrs as he spreads my legs farther apart, bringing his cock to my mound, and rubbing himself against me.
I take hold of his member, and guide him straight toward my slit, spreading myself wide. The delight of feeling him tickle my pussy lips never gets old, always getting me a little wetter in anticipation of what’s to come. I guide him in, and then Hunter takes it the rest of the way, filling me fully as I commanded him to.
“Are we consummated now, or is that when we finish?”
“I have no idea.”
“Does it matter?”
“Absolutely not. Just fuck me, you goofball.”
He lets out a hearty chuckle, before obeying me once more. He always takes it slow and steady at first, letting me get used to all of the wonderful friction that his cock brings, how it slides in and out of my tightness so easily yet so smoothly.
The fires of bliss aren’t fully extinguished from his hand, so it’s easy for them to start burning again. Every stroke of his cock made them burn hotter, ready to push past the heat his fingers brought. I grind against his dick, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, holding him tight. We kiss, before my moans break away, and I throw myself into him even more.
We’re so attuned to one another. It’s telepathic in a way. We know exactly what the other wants and how to give to them. The sex has only gotten better with each encounter we’ve shared, and it was pretty fucking good the first time around. Hunter knows exactly how to squeeze my hips, tease my tits, and hold me close. How to whisper to me, so the heat of his breath tickles my ear and brings me that little bit extra.
All of this comes together and makes everything that much hotter. My legs lock around his hips. I never want him to stop. Never want him to pull out. Even when I was on birth control, I needed every bit of him. I wanted to drain this man dry and leave him as satisfied as he was satisfying me.
He’s groaning, I’m moaning. We can’t help but sing the praises for one another in our own ways. We look into one another's eyes, and know more than ever we’ve found the person that completes us. Him in the middle of nowhere, me being found in a literal ditch. It didn’t matter. Somehow, someway, we found one another, and our lives vastly improved from that chance coincidence.
I can’t hold back. The heat is roaring through me again, and I can’t resist the sheer intensity of it all. I know that it’s going to be one more flick of my clit, or one more thrust of Hunter's cock that’ll finally send me over, to let my pussy juices explode upon him once again. My vision goes white, my senses overloaded from what I’m experiencing, all of my being dedicated to fully feeling nothing but pleasure.
He’s right there with me. He’s throbbing within me, my pussy squeezing him, milking him, demanding that he give me anything and everything. And he fully obeys. He injects me with his warm, potent, powerful seed, the heat delightfully tickling my insides as pulse after pulse hits me. It sweetens everything I’m feeling at that moment.
Yet my mind wanders. How I want this to take. How I want to give him a family. How we’re going to build such a marvelous future together. All built on this fleeting moment of joy.
Hunter remains within me. His cock strong, who knows for how much longer. We share a gentle kiss, humorously tame when compared to the filth we have just enjoyed.