Pitch black in the cabin. Winter wind howling outside. My bed, our bed tonight. Both stark naked under the thin blanket. Heart pounding. Her body heat radiating inches away. Smell of her skin, earthy, like the forest after rain. Rigid as boards, we lay there. Breathing shallow. Knowing what’s coming. Forbidden. My wife’s grave just yards out back. Village tongues would wag. But fuck, the pull was magnetic.
Couldn’t take it. Turned slow. Found her lips in the dark. Soft at first. Then hungry. Tongues crashing. Salty, urgent. Hands roaming. Her tits firm against my chest. Nipples hard like pebbles. Mine. Grabbing her ass, pulling her close. Wet heat between her thighs already. She moaned low. ‘Fuck me,’ she whispered, voice rough like gravel. No turning back. The thrill hit hard. Transgression burning in my veins. This was wrong. So fucking right.
The Tension Builds
She flipped on top. Straddled me. Ground her pussy on my throbbing cock. Slippery juices coating me. Teasing the tip. Then slammed down. Took every inch deep. Gasped. Tight, hot grip squeezing. Rode me wild. Hips bucking. Tits bouncing in my face. Sucked one nipple hard. Bit gentle. She cried out, nails digging my shoulders. Pounded faster. Sweat slicking us. Cabin creaking with each thrust. Her clit grinding my pubes. Building that fire.
Flipped her over. On all fours. Ass up, begging. Slid back in from behind. Balls deep. Fucked hard. Skin slapping loud. Grabbed her hair, pulled back. She pushed back, meeting every slam. ‘Harder, you bastard,’ she growled. Village girl turned beast. My cock pulsing inside her soaking cunt. Fingers found her clit. Rubbed circles. She shattered first. Walls clenching, milking me. Juices squirting down my thighs. Lost it. Pumped hot cum deep, roaring. Collapsed, tangled, gasping.
Exploding in Raw Heat
But we weren’t done. Hours of it. Sixty-nine next. Her mouth devouring my cock, tongue swirling cum and her taste. I ate her out. Lapped that creamy mess. Fingers in her ass while sucking clit. She bucked, came again, flooding my face. Fucked missionary, legs over shoulders. Deep, slow then frantic. Every position raw, animal. No words needed. Bodies speaking dirt.
Dawn crept in. Exhausted, spent. She curled into me. Smiled wicked. ‘Our secret.’ Yeah. Slipped down to village sometimes. Supplies only. No one knows she lives here now. Our girl born in this bed. Two years hidden. Near the grave that haunts me. But this fire? Erases pain. Thrill of the forbidden keeps it raging. Sneak fucks when baby’s asleep. Her bent over the table, skirt up. Quick, dirty. Or slow by the fire, her riding reverse. Cum dripping, secret sealed. Society’s eyes blind up here. This obsession? Pure bliss. I’d die for more.