Reflections in Velvet Skin

The rain hammered against the panoramic windows of our secluded cabin, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my own heart. It had been a brutal deployment, a blur of dust and danger, and now, finally, we were alone. Just Liam and me, nestled in the plush king-sized bed, the remnants of our passionate encounter still clinging to the air like a phantom scent. I’d just rolled out of bed, a lingering ache in my muscles a testament to the intensity of our lovemaking, and Liam was already there, a mischievous glint in his deep brown eyes.

“Mmm, sore, little dove?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. He leaned down, brushing a stray strand of my long, raven hair from my face. The simple gesture sent shivers down my spine. “Let me help you get dressed.”

He gently pulled a soft, cream-colored robe around my shoulders, the fabric clinging to my skin as he lifted me into his arms. The scent of his sandalwood cologne filled my nostrils, a familiar comfort in this isolated haven. He carried me to our antique dressing table, a heavy, ornate piece that dominated the room. As I faced the full-length mirror, I caught his gaze, a silent invitation in those dark, intense eyes. I leaned in, placing my arms around his neck and pressing a soft kiss against his lips.

“Ah, babe… We’re getting late, aren’t we? Not having sex, are we?” His smile widened, a flash of white teeth against his tanned skin. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate fabric of my thong, pulling it upwards until it hung just above my hips. The movement was deliberate, teasing, sending a wave of heat through my body.

“Oh, you’re right, it’s such a ludicrous thought to think you’d want anything like that right now,” he chuckled, his voice laced with playful possessiveness. “Glad you’re catching up, baby.” He carefully lifted me in his arms, supporting my weight as he gently pulled down my pants, revealing my smooth, pale skin. He placed me back on the dressing table, a slight distance from the mirror, but close enough to feel his presence, his heat radiating through the air.

As I looked back over my shoulder, my gaze met his, and I saw the raw desire in his eyes, the hunger that mirrored my own. He was beautiful, devastatingly so, with his muscular build, tanned skin, and those captivating brown eyes. It had been a long time since we’d been this connected, this vulnerable. The tension between us was palpable, thick with unspoken needs.

“You look sexy, such a beautiful ass, baby,” he murmured, his voice husky with pleasure. "Definitely, not as sexy as my man.” He ran a hand over his chest, flexing his muscles, and then looked back at me, his eyes never leaving mine.

The rain continued to beat against the windows, but inside, the world felt smaller, focused only on the two of us. The scent of sandalwood intensified as he began to tease me further, his fingers lingering over my thong, sending shivers through my body. I felt myself getting wet, responding to his touch, the anticipation building with each passing moment.

He pulled my shirt up, slowly unhooking my bra, allowing my breasts to fall into his hands. He gently rubbed my nipples, teasing them with his fingertips, eliciting a moan from me. Then, he squeezed them, hard, watching my reaction with a satisfied smirk. “So sexy, baby.”

The heat intensified, spreading throughout my body. I couldn’t help but moan again, lost in the pleasure of his touch. He leaned down, taking a slow, deliberate sip from my nipples, his lips brushing lightly against my skin. The sensation was exquisite, a slow burn that built with each passing second.

“Oh, just like that, baby,” he grunted, pulling me closer. He lifted me in his arms and placed me back on the dressing table, close to the mirror, where I could see the reflection of his arousal, his erection pressing against me, a silent promise of what was to come.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded, his voice low and urgent. “I want you to see how beautiful and hot you look right now.”

As I opened my eyes, I caught his gaze, feeling the weight of his desire, the intensity of his passion. He squeezed my breasts together, then shifted his grip, his hand rubbing against my ass as my long, black hair spilled over my back. The sensation was electrifying, a delicious torment that left me breathless.

“You look sexy, such a beautiful ass, baby,” he repeated, his voice thick with desire.

“Definitely, not as sexy as my man,” I whispered, savoring the feel of his touch.

The anticipation was almost unbearable. I could feel myself building to something big, something explosive. It had been long since we’d been together like this, lost in the heat of the moment, completely consumed by our desires.

He reached out, grabbing a fistful of my hair, pulling me closer, his lips finding mine. The kiss was passionate, demanding, filled with the unspoken language of our love. Then, he gently unhooked my bra, letting my breasts fall into his hands. He began to rub my nipples, teasing them with his fingertips, eliciting moans from me. The heat intensified, spreading through my body, leaving me breathless and desperate for more.

“Mmmm… so big, baby,” I gasped, as he continued to suck on my nipples, drawing out every ounce of pleasure. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them together, a playful gesture that sent shivers down my spine.

“So sexy, baby,” he murmured, his voice laced with pleasure.

I got off the dressing table, drawn to the warmth of his body. He turned me around, so my back was against him, and as I stared into the mirror, I felt his erection pressing against me hard. “Ahh, baby,” I breathed, lost in the sensation.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered, his voice laced with excitement. “I want you to see how beautiful and hot you look right now.”

As I opened my eyes, I caught his gaze, feeling the weight of his desire, the intensity of his passion. He squeezed my breasts together, while my ass rubbed against him. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. He was driving me crazy, pushing me to the edge of ecstasy.

“I would love to cum all over that pretty face, but I really want to fuck you hard right now,” he grunted, holding out his hand as he picked me up and threw me onto the bed. His hand pinned my arms above my head as his mouth found mine. I felt his other hand slip my thong to the side as he slipped one, then two, fingers inside me.

“Ahhhh…” I moaned loudly, surrendering to the pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, his voice filled with lust. He rubbed my clit over and over again, his fingers moving relentlessly, faster and faster. “Ohh… mmm… Ahh!!! Deeper baby. Don’t stop. Never stop, baby!”

As he plunged deeper, I felt the familiar quickening, the tightening in my muscles, the release of tension that only he could bring. I moaned louder, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. My thoughts scattered, my senses heightened, all focused on the exquisite sensation of being so full, so alive. There was just him, and the pleasure he brought. I let go, exploding in a loud, passionate moan, and then, I came, all over him.

“AHHH!” I cried out, as the release washed over me, leaving me weak and spent.

“That’s right, baby… keep cumming. Lose yourself in me,” he grunted, his voice filled with satisfaction. He picked up his unremitting rhythm, pounding into me with renewed intensity. His breathing became ragged, his muscles tense, as he continued to push me to the brink of pleasure.

“Get on all fours. I wanna take you from behind,” he ordered with a low, seductive voice. I complied, kneeling on the bed, my ass high in the air for him. He pushed my thong upwards again, so it rubbed against my clit, smacking my ass.

“Ahh… Take me, baby! I want to feel you in me. I want you to fuck me!” I shrieked, lost in the heat of the moment.

He wasted no time, plunging deep inside me, his movements forceful and demanding. I moaned loudly at the exquisite feeling of being so full, so alive. He continued to thrust, his breath hot against my skin, his body a powerful force against mine.

“This pussy is mine, baby. So tight! Such a sexy ass!” he grunted, pounding harder and faster into me.

“Aaahhhh! Fuck me! Cum for me, baby! I want to feel your hot cum all over my ass!” I screamed, losing all control.

He groaned loudly, pulled out, and I felt him shoot his load on my ass with my black thong still on. We both collapsed on the bed, exhausted and breathless, and I planted a smooch on his lips. “We’re never going to make it out of this room, are we?”

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. “Why do you think I’d want to stay in bed with you, woman?”

“Oh, shut up already,” I retorted, rolling my eyes. We both laughed, the sound echoing through the cabin.

“Mmm… no… no, baby… I can never get enough of you. I love you.”

“And I love you,” I whispered, leaning into him, savoring the feeling of his body against mine. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside, in the confines of our secluded cabin, we were lost in a world of pleasure and desire, a perfect escape from the harsh realities of the outside world.

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