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It was a cold evening on the mountain. The sky was overcast, gray light infusing the countryside. Low clouds hovered ghost like through the skeletal trees.
Atop a low hill, stood a small log cabin, with a dark covered porch. Two yellow lamps lit the dark porch on either side of the old rustic door with glass window panels.
A large hand with a skull tattoo on the back, and tattoos adorning each knuckle, appeared and closed over the door handle. The size of the hand was immense, making the door handle seem almost miniature. With a surprisingly gentle pressure, the handle twisted downwards until a gentle click could be heard, and the door creaked open.
The loud clomping of his steps sounded through the rustic, one room, open cabin as he entered. The lights were out in the room, but a fire was going in the hearth of the fireplace. He could smell an interesting scent of coconut, cocoa butter, and coffee intermingling with the woodsy scents of the cabin. He smiled as he turned and closed the door.
He deposited the wood he had been carrying into the firewood bucket he had set by the front door. Dusting off his hands, he unzipped his deerskin coat and peeled it from his broad frame. He then patiently hung it on the coat hook next to the door, where there also hung a much smaller pale, tan, puffed winter coat, with a fox fur lining.
He turned back to the fire, and looked down to the bear skin rug. There was a nest of pillows arranged on the rug, and from this angle, he could see two smooth, dark, glistening legs draped over some of the pillows and crossed at the ankles. A red and black flannel blanket covered her at just above her knee. It was tucked around her body in a way he could see her faint outline. She was wearing a loose, cream colored knit sweater, her shoulder peaking out through the wide neck. She lay there, her dark waves creating a curtain as her head was supported on her other hand while she read a book by firelight. After a moment of his standing there and watching her, the corner of her mouth turned up as she turned her head slightly, unable to resist breaking first.
“Miss me?”
A low growl rumbled deep in his chest as he stepped toward her. He inhaled her scent as she closed the book and stretched her arms up over her head, causing her back to arch upwards for a moment. She settled, rolling so she was fully on her back and resting her arms on her middle. She gazed up at him, a small languid smile on her lips, her sweater pooling around her bare shoulders.
“Been working hard?” She asked?
He tilted his head upwards in affirmation, the apple of his cheek barely visible showing the only hint of a smile behind his unruly beard.
“You could say that.” He answered with his deep resonating voice.
He looked her legs over for a moment more, drinking her in. She had adjusted herself so that now her left leg crossed over the right one at the knee. He could see a small tattoo adorning the inside of her leg, over her right ankle. There was a small circle at its intersection.
His hungry gaze followed the smooth milk chocolate of her calf up to her crossed knees. Her other leg was clean and smooth skin, though he could see up to the middle of her bare, dimpled thigh before it disappeared beneath the warm blanket.
“You certainly took your time getting here…” he took a few more ambling steps closer. His frame towering over her petite form.
Her dark espresso colored eyes shone brightly in the fire light.
“What can I say, I was at the mercy of the air traffic gods,” she quipped. She tilted her head as she looked him up and down, drinking in his form. Each time he spoke, she could feel the warmth within her body begin to spread. She had waited a very long time for this.
From her comfortable vantage point, she raised her crossed leg and raised her bare foot slowly to rest it on his hard thigh.
She coyly rubbed her foot higher towards his inner thigh, her eyelids lowering as she smirked. “You weren’t in that much of a hurry, were you? After all, we’ve got the cabin all week. That’s plenty of time to explore and see the country side.”
He could feel his pulse begin to quicken at her touch, but he stood firm, glaring down at her with his steely gaze.
She let her foot slide down and sat up in her nest of pillows. Her wild black walnut waves framed her face as she brought herself to sit up and almost kneel.
He tilted his head silently, a small smile playing, hidden behind his beard and mustache. But she could only see the way the shadows played flickering across his face from the fire.
She began to take long slow breaths as she lowered her hands to the floor and looked up into his eyes.
“Are you upset with me? For making you wait?”
Her voice was low and provocative. She stepped her hand forward and began to crawl out of the nest of pillows towards him.
He growled a guttural sound of affirmation, whether it was in response to her questions or her actions, she couldn’t be sure.
She crawled forward again, her blanket falling away, revealing more of her body as she cleared her little safe haven. He looked down at her prone body as she crawled. The sweater was still falling low on her shoulders and he could see her bare back and shoulder blades working as she moved closer.
The sweater clung and bunched around her waist. As her hips flared out and he watched her round buttocks, covered only with a delicate pattern of black lace, move with a tempting sway towards him, he couldn’t stop the low moan from escaping his mouth.
She smiled and stopped just before him, kneeling at his feet. The sweater had slid further down her soft arms, her free and ample breasts threatening to spill forward at her next move.
“What can I do to earn you forgiveness?”
He arched his brow at her and seemed to ponder for a moment. In truth, he had only been there for a few hours, having arrived that morning himself. He had showered and made himself ready with eagerness, only to have been left waiting longer than initially anticipated. The cool temps and the wood splitting off in the clearing had helped him to clear his head for a while. But as he looked down upon her now, kneeling in such a subservient and vulnerable fashion, while her eyes stayed mischievous and willful, he couldn’t help but growl with amusement and irritation.
“I think I know of a few ways you can start making it up to me.” He said, placing his hand on his growing bulge and rubbing it lightly.
She smiled and reached up quickly, “Why, I thought you’d never ask!”
But he grabbed her hand and stopped her before she could reach his belt. She looked up into his eyes, her dark hair falling across her eyes, almost black in the dim light, now as she looked up in confusion.
“I didn’t say you could have that, yet.” He pushed her hand away slightly before letting go and taking a step back. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down upon her crest fallen countenance, at being denied his flesh.
“But, I want to give y” she began before he held up his hand and she stopped, almost surprised herself.
“I know what you want to take, but I want you to ask me for it first.”
She tilted her head for a moment. The glint returned to her eye as she started, “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting my darling. I want to make it up to you. Please let me? I want to put your cock in my mouth and deep throat you to see how long it takes before you cum in my mouth or pick me up and carry me off to fuck my brains out.”
She smiled sweetly as she said this, her hands between her knees causing her breasts to come together in a tantalizing fashion.
He smiled widely and shook his head for a moment.
“I think you can do better”
She pouted playfully for a moment and leaned forward, “please, let me suck your cock? I want it so badly right now, so I can taste your precum, and make up for my being so late.”
He smiled and stepped forward, letting his hands drop to his sides.
She crawled forward again and reached up, kneeling up on her knees putting her at eye level with his zipper. Her sweater fell down covering her bottom and draping down further revealing her upper back. She let her hands slide up his legs to his belt as she began to work at unleashing that treasure she sought. Soon it was unclasped and she let it drop to hang at either side of him, the buckle sounding like a tinkling bell to her ears.
His breath quickened as he watched her work.
She then brought her hands to the button of his jeans and the zipper and undid those as well. He groaned lightly, his head lolling to one side as he watched. She looked into his eyes as she reached up under his shirt, and caressed his stomach and chest almost to his sternum and, without breaking eye contact, slid her hand back down and into his pants. She pulled out his semi erect cock. She let him go for a moment and pulled his pants down gently, exposing the pale flesh of his thighs and the skin of his sack. She nuzzled the soft brown fuzz surrounding the base of his shaft and inhaled deeply.
She could smell his musky scent of old soap, fresh sweat from being outdoors, and arousal. It was driving her wild. She took him into her hand and stroked his shaft tenderly before lifting it up to lick the underside of his cock with a firm pressure. He grew harder quickly as she handled him so attentively. As her tongue reached the tip, she hungrily took it into her mouth while pumping the shaft with her hand. She bobbed her head and took a bit more into her mouth.
She used her other hand to carefully caress his soft, dark, fuzz covered sack.
As she moved vivaciously over his cock, allowing her spit to coat his organ and drip on to her hands and down her face, he began to feel a heat creeping up his neck from her attentions. His hips were rocking as they moved in tandem with her motions.
He took his hands and gently placed them on her head, sweeping her hair away from her face before sliding them around to the back of her head.
She let go of him with her hands and slid them around to embrace his backside while she worked his cock with her mouth and throat. At this point, she was choking herself on his cock, trying to swallow it. He found himself bucking his hips into her face and pressing her head towards him. Her throat seemed to stretch as he slid himself down completely into her. She didn’t struggle, but slid her arms up his backside to his naked buttocks peaking out as his pants and underwear slid lower each time he moved into her. Her short yet sharp natural nails dug slowly into the soft flesh of his clenched ass as he savored the feel of her throat, bucking slightly as he felt that familiar warmth begin to stir in his balls. She tapped him twice after another brief moment, and he quickly yet gently pulled her face away from his cock.
She gasped as spit spilled from her mouth, strings still connected to his cock.
“Did you enjoy that?” He asked tenderly as he looked down at her tear stained face, her chin and cheeks shiny with her spit and his precum. But when she looked up at him, her eyes were on fire, she got to her feet quickly by grabbing at his clothes and almost climbing up his body.
“Oh, I’m just getting started.” She said through clenched teeth before she kissed him deeply and sharing the offering, his beard tickling her nose and her chin and becoming slick with wetness. She hopped up into his arms, holding her own arms around his neck as she kissed him passionately. “Please, oh fuck, please take me now!” She whispered in between kisses.
He stood holding her for a moment, his hands supporting her bottom right at its center. He could feel her panties beneath one hand and found it to be completely soaked through with her juices.
He smiled and growled playfully, “I’m definitely taking you, but not yet. I think I need a quick pick me up first.” Returning her kisses, he walked her over to the large bed in the corner of the cabin and set her down. He removed the sweater from her body and instructed her to lay back. She did so, like a good little girl for the time being, and laid back playing with her nipples as she fidgeted her hips, enjoying the sensations coursing through her sensitive pussy.
He smiled at her, his hard dick still sticking out from his rumpled clothes. He started to remove his clothes. She moaned as she watched him unbutton his shirt. As it came open, glimpses of dark lines and thick hair could be seen until he finally opened the shirt and slid it from his long and strong arms revealing his broad tattooed chest and shoulders. He stepped towards the bed, eyeing her before turning, with a slow and purposefully teasing attitude, to sit on the bedside to remove his shoes. She couldn’t, or wouldn’t, stop herself and pounced. She rolled back up and crawled over to him to nuzzle at his back, gently with her nose at first, she traced over the lines of the art on his back, making her way up his back. He struggled to maintain his concentration to remember how the laces worked as opposed to saying ‘to hell with it’ and retrieving his knife so he could just cut them.
As his hands were still occupied, she used her own hands to run them gently up his back, using only the barest of touches until she came to his neck and ears. She giggled quietly as he shucked off the first boot.
“Are you having fun?” He asked, with a little growl.
“Maybe,” she said as she draped her arms over his shoulders, her tits and body pressed into his back as she nuzzled his ear. “How about you? Are you having fun yet?”
He finished with the second boot before standing again, causing her to fall back onto the bed with a small laugh.
He turned to face her, his hard cock still ready as he slid his pants and underwear down over his hips and to the floor.
“Oh, I’ll show you something fun.” He grinned as he climbed onto the bed and grabbed her foot. She squealed as he pulled her towards him with little effort.
He opened her legs and bent down over her, kissing and licking the nipple of one breast first, then the other. She arched her back towards him as if to say “harder”, and he was only too happy to oblige. He took the nipple of one breast into his teeth and bit down, only slightly, but it was still enough to make her cry out and cause her to startle. It was followed by a low moan as she put her hand down to her pussy and into her panties.
He nibbled and nipped at her tits and nipples until he caught the smell of her arousal and heard the sounds of her wet pussy filling the room.
“Oh no you don’t, not yet my little pet”, he muttered as he grabbed her arm and pulled her hand from between her legs. Before allowing her freedom, he looked at her glistening fingers and back to her. She smiled and shrugged innocently, “I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Is that so?” He asked, “then why don’t you clean yourself off too?”
A wicked grin spread across her lips at that suggestion. Without a second glance, she stared into his eyes as she licked her fingers clean, savoring the taste of herself. He let out a low rumble as he too put her fingers in his mouth, and sucked them greedily for a moment. Before letting them slowly slip from his lips, sucked clean.
Her breath had caught slightly as he had licked her fingers. She was so distracted, she wasn’t prepared for him to pull so quickly at her lacy panties and fling them from her body. She smiled as she opened her legs for him again, biting her bottom lip, her breaths coming in fast and almost greedy gasps and growls and moans.
He positioned himself between her legs again, giving himself the opportunity to dive into her mound and devour just as greedily. However, he seemed to stop and take his time when he noticed her watching him.
“Tell me what you want.” He said as he laid between her thighs, holding her right thigh trapped in the embrace of his left arm and his face hovering so close to her pussy. He gently nuzzled the light, downy soft, black fuzz on her mound and she gasped. Her clit was swollen and begging to be touched, much in the way her nipples were standing fully erect right now and positively aching with need.
“I want you to spread my lips, and take my clit into your mouth, and I want you to suck it, hard”.
She tried to state this in a demanding and matter of fact way, but it came out more as a plea, practically begging as she tried to spread her knees farther apart opening herself wider for him.
He smiled and placed his right hand on her mound. Pressing the rough and calloused heel of his wide hand down, he could feel her wetness flooding his palm as he rubbed it in a circular motion over her pussy. Her eyes rolled back as she savored the sensation and ground herself against his hand. She gasped as she felt the heat in her neck. She grasped at her breasts and pinched her nipples as hard as she could stand, sending a thrill of dull pain and pleasure straight to her clit. She tried to move quicker to find some form of release, but the way he held her thigh captive kept her from finding just the right angle.
Seeing her attempts to work towards satisfaction, he stopped and pulled his hand away with a smirk. She growled with frustration and glared at him, her hair wild as she sat up, grabbing the covers of the bed and began to struggle away from him. He chuckled low in his throat and grabbed her other thigh, holding her still and prone in front of his face. Small grunts of frustration, irritation, and indignation spat from her mouth. Calling him a few unkind words, which he let roll from his broad beautiful shoulders, she tried to reach forward to smack at his shoulder. Her small hand slapped viciously at his skin, leaving a small handprint, but he just smiled with a devilish glint in his eyes.
“Sticks and stones, gorgeous.” He quickly pulled her legs up causing her to fall back with a start, and then spread them wide apart, forcing her lower lips to open, offering a glimpse of her swollen clit. With a low moan, he lowered his head and languidly licked a warm circle around her bud.
With a start, the fight left her body, and the content cat again lay there accepting his attentions. She reveled in feeling herself caught completely in his grasp without escape, and being consumed by him. She reached down on her abdomen, and lower between her legs until her hands started to caress his close cropped hair. She bucked her hips slightly as his lips closed over her clit and he began to suck, firm and hard on her soft and tender flesh. His tongue grinding on her little bud causing her to whimper and groan with overwhelming delight.
She grunted and bucked her hips against his face as much as she could while being restrained.
Reaching down, she interlaced her fingers behind his head and leveraged herself against him as much as she could, feeling her inner heat rise from his sucking on her tender clit. She yelped and moaned as she felt her orgasm building. He suddenly let her clit go and flicked her wildly with his tongue causing her to scream “Fuck!” As she came on his mouth, juice soaking his beard as she felt the waves of ecstasy wash over her body, each one causing a new whimper to come from her throat and drip from her lips. He slowed his attentions, and pulled away to look up at her heaving chest.
Her legs quivered, still trapped in his arms until finally her breathing evened out and she began to relax.
As she basked in the afterglow resembling a well fed cat sunning itself on a window ledge, she didn’t notice the weight shifting on the bed as he let go of her legs and sat up on his knees between her legs.
He ran his large bear paw hand over her thigh as she lay there before him, still savoring the after shocks of her O, cradling her breasts and rolling her nipples gently between her fingers.
When she opened her eyes, his head was tilted slightly as he used his other hand to stroke up and down over his large cock. She began to speak but, he slowly shook his head.
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