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The Cabin

Winter Heat

By A.Published 3 years ago 5 min read
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The Cabin
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She sat next to the fire wearing grey sweatpants and a short, white t-shirt that revealed the butterfly she wore in her belly button. The shirt fit tightly, and you could make out the outlines of the piercings in her nipples. Her feet were exposed, her toes painted a deep, autumn red.

She wore her hair down in long, black waves. No makeup, just her. Simple, beautiful, content.

He stood in the doorway between the living room and kitchen, holding a drink, watching her. He wore sweatpants and a white t-shirt. His body was lean, his desire becoming more apparent. He looked through the lenses of his tortoise shell glasses and stood in amazement at this lovely, bright woman who shared her life with him.

He took the last sip of his bourbon and set the glass down on the table behind the couch. Walked around and sat facing her, placing her feet in his lap, letting her toes brush against his stiffening cock.

He placed the heel of her foot in his hand, felt the softness, the curve of her warm flesh. He bent his head down and with bourbon-soaked lips tasted the salty sweetness of her toes, taking each one into his mouth as she smiled. He traced a line up the arch of her foot, tickling her just a bit. Absorbing her, appreciating her softness, her scent. He kissed the top of her foot, then turned his attention to the other.

His focus, his attention to her, his perfectly placed lips and deftly applied suction warmed her, caused her pussy to respond. She grabbed his head in her hands and pulled him to her. Placed her thick, luscious lips on his. Her hand dropped to his waist, then just below, gripping his now rock hard member through dark cotton.

His kisses danced on her neck, her shoulders.

He looked at her, told her to stand. Asked her to take off her clothes.

She complied, revealing the fine contours of her body. The perfect, round ass, the toned legs, the stomach nearly flat. Her breasts a lovely size and firm, with nipples now at attention. As she turned toward the fire, he saw the jewel in her butt plug and his cock grew even harder.

His mouth was now on her ankle, her calf, tracing a line up her thigh.

He moved so his back was leaning against the couch and gestured for her to come to him. She complied, and the dark, neatly trimmed hair of her pussy was at his nose, his tongue tasting the outside, darting toward the perfectly pink opening.

He placed one hand on her ass, lightly tapping the jewel, and used the fingers of his other to open his prize.

Her thighs were against his cheeks as he buried himself in her essence. Her taste sent him nearly over the edge, thick pre-cum now staining his heavy cotton pants.

As he leaned back, she sat on his mouth, let him consume her. She let go, got lost, his two fingers building a rhythm that complemented the work of his skilled lips and tongue. With the heat of the fire behind her, she felt her body coming to climax and her legs pressed in on his head. She felt the dampness of sweat in his hair as her body convulsed in pure pleasure.

He absorbed all of her, every drop and she finally collapsed in his lap, letting him hold her body, damp from sweat and hot from orgasmic bliss and the fire.

He reached down to her ass and played with the butt plug, then pulled it out. He brought it to his lips and then kissed and licked and sucked on it so he could fully absorb her flavor.

The sensation drove him insane. She turned so he could see where the plug had been, could play, could taste... and then she eased down his sweatpants and began stroking his thick cock. Her lips teased the throbbing head as his tongue darted into her tight, warm ass.

She felt him growing closer to cumming and she slowed down, stopped. She reached for the hearth, for the tiny bottle, and handed him the now-warm lube. He rubbed it into his hands and on and inside her ass. She squirted some into her hands and stroked his glistening member, watching it by the light of the glowing fire.

She faced the fire, his hands on her waist, and gripped his pulsing cock firmly. She eased him inside her ass, feeling the initial pain, then a burst of pleasure as his thickness filled her. She loved him inside her ass, loved feeling him throb. He fucked her ass slowly...or, rather, she moved up and down on his shaft gently, slowly. Taking each inch of him inside her. He held her waist, guided her, and welcomed the view of her against the backdrop of the fading flames.

Her body was slick with sweat. Her feet rested on his chest as she fucked his perfect cock with her tight ass. Her fingers danced on her clit as she moved faster against the friction of his member. Hearing her moan, pant, begin to scream... it was too much. He pulled her down as far as she would go, all the way inside her, and held her there. His loud, angry grunt brought a spurt of hot cum deep into her ass... and then another, and another and she could feel his shaft, his head throb and pulse and place his essence inside her.

The sensation sent her over the edge, and his still stiff member stayed inside her as her fingers worked her clit into a rage of delight. She screamed his name as she came with his cock in her ass and then eased off of him.

She turned to face him, moved up his sweat-soaked body, and kissed his lips. He held her, his hands around her back, her incredible breasts against his chest.

This was the first night of their week at the new cabin.

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A.

A. writes creative nonfiction and fiction across a range of genres.

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