This is and edited version of my first story. The original was written entirely on my phone while on vacation. I appreciate any feedback as I hope to apply it to future writing. While the story is basically the same, there has been some minor changes as well as clean ups to the text. I hope you enjoy!
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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 porch on either side of the old rustic door. The door was worn and plain with glass window panels.
A shadow approaches the cabin and melds into the dark porch. A large hand appears and settles on the door handle of the old door. The skin is pale, however most of it is covered in ornate tattoos. The most noticeable are those of a skull adorned with black and red roses, and a lock on the middle knuckle. 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 was pushed forward to creak open.
The loud clomping of his steps sounded through the rustic, one room, open cabin as he entered. A few dim lights were lit in the far corners of the room, creating a cozy ambience, but a fire was going in the hearth of the fireplace. He could smell an interesting scent of Caribbean coconut, cocoa butter, and coffee intermingling with the woodsy scents of the cabin. He smiled as he turned and closed the door. She's finally arrived.
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, almost slowly hung it on the coat hook next to the door. There, a much smaller pale, tan, puffed winter coat, with a fox fur lining and a scarf, also hung. A small set of boots also sat by the coat hook.
He turned back to look over the cabin. To the left of the door was a small kitchen nook, with a counter, cooktop, and refrigerator. A little table with two chairs sat beneath a window that looked over the hillside and out over the valley. To the right of the door was an office and library area, with a small couch. Directly in front of the door was a large stone column that was the fireplace, acting as the spinal column of the cabin. Beyond the fireplace in the back corner was the large king-sized day bed with a metal frame. And directly in front of the hearth, just a few feet back and away from the warm blaze of the fire was a large bear skin rug. Atop the rug, a nest of pillows had been arranged. 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 peeking 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. There was a small tattoo adorning the inside of her leg, just over her right ankle. It was a skeleton key, with a black rose decorating the head of the key.
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, teasing at his length, 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 countryside."
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, his small smile playing on his lips, 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?" She asked, tilting her head to show her delicate neck.
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 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 temperature 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, as she looked up in confusion.
"I didn't say you could have that, yet." He said with an arched eyebrow and 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 by her immediate obedience.
"I know what you want to take, but-" he paused and drew his words out for a moment, "I want you to ask me for it first." His eyes narrowed slightly as he grinned at her.
She tilted her head for a moment. The glint returned to her eye as she started, her voice like velvet, "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" he chuckled lightly.
