HER
We sat in the car gazing out at the landscape of trees drenched in the glow of sunshine. It was a remarkable sight. Rest and relief were the ambience of my mood. It'd been four and a half weeks since I'd last saw him, my only comfort being poetic passages and tales of lust. He did have a way with words, yet he was abnormally silent. I looked at him curiously, but he was elsewhere. His hair had grown since the last time I'd seen him, they were forming into thick wavy curls which fell onto his forehead. His eyebrows were full and the hair on his face was neat. His brown skin, touched by a glare of sunlight, shun ever so slightly. Yet, his eyes remained steadfast. He was faced outside the window seemingly admiring the sights, but his eyes had a pensive look.
Slowly, I felt his hand grip my thigh. It was a firm hold; which was followed with the interlacing of our eyes. He looked at me without a trace of hesitation, with the same intensity of a man in deep thought. He looked for a while, still not uttering a word. His eyes looked into mine and in slow movements, glanced at my cheeks, ears, lips, neck, collarbone and breasts. As he turned his face towards the window retreating into his cloak; I found myself wondering if anyone had ever deeply thought about touching me; about the things they'd do to me and exactly how they'd do it; about ravishing me so wildly that I would fall at their will; about touching me so completely that I'd let myself be theirs.
I felt a drop of liquid fall in between my legs as my mind raced. I glanced at his hand which was still gripping my thigh. I had a sudden urge to want something in my mouth, something to chew on, or lick. My mouth watered. I lifted his hand and put three fingers in my mouth. My mouth was wet with drool so it slobbered on his fingers. He gazed at me with a gentle smirk.
The car pulled up to the wooden cottage and we entered hastily. I scurried over to the fireplace and ignited it using a match. A beautiful sight; blazing orange red fire sitting on dark barked wood as the heat powerfully radiates across the cottage. I took a small step back only to be halted by the frame of a firm physique. I took in a deep breath. The scent of wood burning mixed with his vanilla odor made my eyes roll back. My head fell back resting on his collarbone. His arms slowly wrapped around my waist, and with a firm squeeze, pressed my ass into his dick. It was already erect. I could feel it throbbing gently on the small of my back. He moved his hands from my waist to my hips, he pulled my hips firmly into him. The feeling of my arse cheeks cushioning his hard dick was stirring him on. His hands moved energetically. He pressed into me while his palms squeezed my breasts and cupped my neck; his nails clawed my thighs and his forearms rubbing all over my stomach and ribs. He touched me firmly and erratically moving from one place to the other, over and over again. The heat from the fire paired with his flame made me melt into him. My buckling knees made me bend over and press my arse further into him. A small groan escaped his mouth.
Suddenly, I feel a force pushing into the ground as my knees clatter into the fur rug floor. An unyielding palm presses my face into the rug. He kneels by my side pinning me down with his force.
My arse in the air beside his face, I feel a gnawing bite on my left arsecheek. A stinging sensation followed by the sweet nectar of his tongue. My face and jaw clamped onto the floor, I escape a muffled moan. His free hand claws into the back of my thighs journeying towards my pussy. I feel his entire palm bear down on whats between my legs. With a rigorous effort, he rubs my pussy and my arsehole. The move makes me squirm.
