I stared at his dick and felt my throat go dry at the sight of him. Instead of being stuck in that cabin in the middle of nowhere, I felt like I was somewhere else, in my bedroom with a man I’d noticed across the room in a bar…someone I wanted to take home the second he bought me a drink.
He stared down at me, watched me watch him.
I scooted back up the bed, my head reaching the corner of the mattress between the two walls. My thighs automatically parted from him to get on top of me.
He looked between my legs before his knees hit the mattress. He moved down and on top of me, his thighs scooping underneath mine, his face level with mine. He released a deep breath right against my lips, a quiet moan barely audible, deep and masculine. His eyes were warm like a summer day, and his skin was already flushed in arousal when he’d barely touched me.
My hands started at his stomach and moved up, over his hard pecs, to his shoulders, one hand moving to his jawline so I could cup his face. I stared at his lips and imagined how it would feel to kiss him, to feel those lips glide past mine, to feel his facial hair rub against my soft skin.
He stared at my lips before he leaned down and kissed me, a soft embrace, a gentleness that he never showed. He was callous and cold, but he kissed me like I was delicate, like he wanted to explore me before he took me.
The softness didn’t last long, because both of my hands dug into his hair and I deepened the kiss, feeling a tightness in my stomach, an electric flush throughout my body that made me feel like I was somewhere far away. The chemistry was as hot as a lit torch, and the closeness I shared with this man made me desire him more, made me crave his touch deeper and deeper. The kiss turned urgent and frantic, both of us wanting each other more desperately as the minutes went on.
He pulled his lips away so he could grab his base and direct himself inside me, moving through my hair and landing in the wet slit that was ready to take him. He didn’t lick his hand and moisten his tip because he didn’t need to. With eyes locked on mine, he groaned as he felt my desire, groaned louder as he sank deeper and deeper.
My hands glided up his back as I pulled him closer to me, feeling a fullness between my legs that made me moan with hot breath. My hands dug into the backs of his shoulders as I secured him on top of me, feeling the chemistry between our wet bodies ignite and explode.
My ankles locked around his waist, and I enjoyed the first pleasure I’d received since coming to this terrible place. This man was my savior, the one looking over my shoulder when I forgot to check myself. He had my back when I only had my front. He was always there for me, keeping me alive, saving my ass when I thought it couldn’t be saved again. He gave me everything, selflessly.
He was the reason I would get out of here.
He was the reason my fate had been different from the others who weren’t so lucky.
He was the reason…for everything.
He closed his eyes and groaned as he felt me, his dick deep inside me, surrounded by the wetness that my body produced in copious amounts. Without a single kiss or touch to my clit, he made me soaking wet. He opened his eyes and looked down into my face as he started to thrust, pushing fully inside before he pulled out again, moaning every single time like he couldn’t believe how good I felt.
My nails clawed at his body, and I breathed against his mouth, feeling his chest hair moving between my tits, feeling his body heat thaw me like I was next to a fire in the hearth. My ankles yanked on his ass as he moved inside me, pulling him a little deeper, wanting as much of him as my body could handle.
His hand moved into the back of my head, and he fisted the strands, tilting my chin up so he could kiss my neck, smothering me with hot kisses from his hungry lips. His mouth moved between my tits, and he kissed me everywhere, enjoying my body like it was flawless, like I was the most desirable woman in the world.
My nails dug into his flesh, and I held on to his frame, getting lost in the haze of desire, of sweaty and sensual sex, of the way he made me feel good when I’d felt so bad for so long. The passion was hot as a fire, like it was the first time we’d given in to our desire, but our bodies were so in sync, it was as if we’d been lovers for years.
He raised his head then moved his arms behind my knees, pinning me back so he could thrust into me while looking down at my face, pumping his dick inside me deep and hard, with full and long strokes.
My hands held on to his arms, and I bit my bottom lip as I looked into his face above me, seeing the flushed color of his beautiful skin, the potent desire in his expression. Uncontrollable pants came from my lips, and then I writhed. “Yes…yes.”
He lay beside me on his back, his hand resting on his chest, naked because we’d never gotten under the sheets. His eyes were on the ceiling, his mood dark once more after our passion was over. His hair was messy from where I’d
