I pull my rental up into the driveway of the deserted cabin and put my car in park. This place is breathtaking and although the scenery on the way here has me itching to explore there is only one view I want to feast upon more than anything right now. Him.
The sky has already turned purple with the sunset and I see a dim light through the cabin window, movement inside catching my eye. His here. We have waited months for this. I will wait no longer.
"God, please don't let it be weird" I whisper to myself.
I slam my door shut and make my way up the steps. There's a note on a table by the door. "Down that, and put this on." Picking up the whiskey glass I take a big gulp. The alcohol already soothing my nerves as it burns its way down my throat. I inspect the silk blind fold and make quick work of pulling it over my eyes and reach for the door.
I take two steps in and stop. Awaiting my next instruction. Footsteps come towards me, slowly, like he has all the time in the world and then he circles me, inspecting me it feels, and stops behind me, clicking the door shut.
"Finally." I feel him slide his hand around me slowly up my waist, over my breast and to my throat. He moves my face gently to face him and his breath is on me.
"Hello Michelle. I have waited a long fucking time for you."
Goosbumps tingle all over my body. That voice, so deep and rough, has me squirming as I stand. "Roland, I.." Is all I manage to get out before his mouth is on me. It's savage and feral and I take it all. We are all tongue and taste and right here, this is the hill I will die on.
He spins me around grabbing my thighs and lifting me up. I can feel the urgency burning me from the inside, consuming me. I fall back as he tosses me onto the bed and I reach for the blindfold.
"No, not yet." He stops my hands. "I want to be inside you when you lay your eyes upon me for the first time." I steady my breath because I can't contain my beating heart. I bought a one way ticket to heaven and I'm not into refunds.
Slowly he unbuttons my blouse and peels back my sleeves, leaving bites as he works. My body is on fire where he trails. Slipping my bra strap over my shoulders he nibbles the sensitive part between my neck and sternum. My panties are soaked through and I'm screaming from the inside to claw at him but the tension he gives off is telling me he needs to do this. Feel me, touch me, taste me, before I can reciprocate. So I let him.
He removes my bra and massages my right breast taking my nipple into his mouth. I moan loudly. His hands are big and warm and the tension relief I feel immediately from my long journey slipping away through his expert touch.
"Hmmmm" he annunciates his approval and it has me dripping for more. He unbuttons my jeans next and slowly tugs them from my legs along with my black lace panties. I hear him sniff them and toss them aside. "You smell better than I could have dreamed of, baby." I can feel my blush rise up my neck and sting my cheeks.
