The Cabin

The snow began to form a barricade around the cabin. There was no way out until morning, when the howling wind stopped, and the sun began to melt the snow. For now, they were stuck with only a few logs left for the fire. Soon, they'd have to find another ways to keep warm. She glanced towards him from across the room, where the flames of the fire contorted and distorted his handsome face. His long and rugged fingers were wrapped around a coffee mug, and suddenly, she wanted to know what if felt like to kiss him.

They'd been dancing around each other all night. Brushes of skin, here and there. Lingering gazes and secret smiles. Their friends had all retired for the night and the cabin had been quiet for a while. But they were both night owls and sleep wasn't an option.

She tugged at her white cashmere sweater, pulling the sleeves over her cold hands, and quietly hoping the fire would last long enough to keep her warm until she fell asleep.

"I can warm you up, if you'd like," he said, and she felt his gaze on her. She didn't have time to reply. He was already walking over towards her, sitting next to her in front of the fire place. He took her hands and placed them in front of his mouth, letting his breath warm her cold hands. She swallowed hard when he started to kiss her wrist. Her body grew closer to his, a reaction she wasn't prepared for. She looked at him then, his eyes piercing through hers, then lowering to her lips. She licked them then, as he grew even closer. His hands held her face gently as his soft lips crushed hers. He tasted like sweet coffee and caramel and it made her ache for him more.

His tongue wrestled with hers in a seductive dance, much similar to the one they'd been doing all day. She couldn't get enough of his lips, so she sucked on them, slowly, biting them gently. His moan vibrated against her mouth and caused her to reach for his hand, taking it underneath her sweater. He let her hand guide him towards her breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple in slow, agonizing circles, causing them to harden. She gasped into his mouth when he pinched them lightly. Their kiss deepened, as he pulled her against him, her thighs straddling his waist. His free hand ran through her dark hair, stopping and massaging at the base of her neck. She tilted her neck back, closing her eyes as he lifted her sweater up and over her head. His lips kissed their way down her neck, her collarbone, down the valley between her full breasts. His hands took them both, massaging them, teasing her.

She bit her lip, feeling the heat and the desire for him pooling between her thighs. He placed her gently onto the dark and fluffy rug on the floor and began to tug her pants down. His eyes never left hers as he began to lower her panties down her thighs, and down her legs. His gaze was slow and curious as he studied every curve, every indentation, every crease and dip on her naked body. He didn't have to say she was beautiful. He was planning on showing her.

Once he was rid of his clothes, he placed himself above her. Their foreheads met, their fingers intertwined as he nudged open her legs wide enough to fit perfectly with her. He sighed, sounding peaceful as he entered her, as if he were home.

Their lips met again and with every thrust of their tongue came the thrust of their hips, mending, clashing, skin against skin. She was wet enough to take him all in and she did. Her hips circled, her legs widened around his waist, causing him to grunt against her lips. He kissed her neck, her chest, her breasts as he buried himself inside her, letting the tip of him touch every inch of her.

He grew harder as she grew tighter, her wet walls closing in around his shaft. He breathed heavily against her chest, his hand grabbing her backside, squeezing as he pounded into her. She kissed him hard, to keep from screaming out as she felt her orgasm rock through her body, every nerve ending on fire. He thrusted hard into her, one final time, rolling his hips as their juices welcomed him in even deeper.

They caught their breath as he rested his head on her exposed chest, his eyes closed. His warm breath tickled her nipples, hardening them again. Her fingers tugged at his dark hair, to pull him up for another kiss. His tongue collided with hers, and he pulled himself out of her. Only to let his fingers take its place.

She was still wet enough. His fingers circled and toyed with her clit, causing her body to jerk in response. She groaned quietly and let his fingers play with her. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as she massaged her breasts, sending waves of pleasure towards her opening. He kissed his way down towards her thighs, placing soft kisses against her skin. Her legs opened for him as he made his way between her legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders. His tongue flicked open her moist flesh, and began to lick her. She gasped, her fingers pulling at his hair as the tip of his tongue flicked at her clit. His fingers made their way inside her again, and began to rub. While his tongue and fingers continued to move simultaneously, she began to feel herself come again. She writhed against mouth, as his tongue and lips suckled her. Her mind went blank as pleasure consumed her, and he drank from her.

He lifted his head up when there wasn't a drop left inside her, and licked his lips.

They awoke the next morning, satiated from the night before, on the living room floor. A blanket covering their naked bodies. They laughed and kissed each other good morning quietly, carefully putting their clothes on as to not wake their friends.

Hours passed and they were able to shovel enough snow out of the way so they could all drive home.

They sat next to each other in the SUV and continued to glance and smile at each other, knowing this dance would always remind them of the night at the cabin.