Cabin Fever: Vertical Descent

The biting wind whipped around the cabin, a stark contrast to the luxurious warmth within. The snow continued its relentless descent, painting the world outside in shades of white and gray. As I adjusted the thermostat, a card slid across the polished mahogany table. “What image comes to mind when you picture having sex standing up?” The words sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I took a moment, letting the question sink in, before responding, “Me, pushing you against the wall. Your skin against mine. My hard erection presses against you. I lift you up, you wrap your legs around me and slide down on my shaft.”

A slow smile spread across your face, a hint of challenge in your eyes. “How about you?”

Hesitantly, you replied, “I am picturing that story we read the other day, where she has her back to him and bends over, showing off her soft mound, and his cock slides into her wetness.”

A wave of heat washed over me, my pulse quickening as the image in your words ignited a fire within my chest. My pants suddenly felt restrictive, the blood rushing to my groin with an insistent urgency. The scent of pine and woodsmoke mingled with the intoxicating anticipation, creating an atmosphere thick with desire.

“That is hot,” I declared, my voice low and husky, “Maybe we will have to do it like that sometime.” The thought of something new, something intense, fueled my excitement. Your hand reached across the table, sliding languidly up my leg, then to my crotch, your touch sending jolts of pleasure through my body. “He needs a little more room there, doesn’t he?” you murmured, your voice a silken whisper. With a practiced ease, you unzipped my pants, pulling down my briefs to reveal the full expanse of my member. Your lips descended, first gently, then with increasing urgency, sucking and sliding up my shaft, the friction building to an unbearable crescendo. The world narrowed down to the feel of your mouth on my flesh, the intoxicating scent of you, and the raw, primal need that consumed me.

“Remember that time driving through Nevada?” you said, your voice laced with a playful taunt. The memory flooded back – the endless highway, the oppressive heat, and the desperate urge to lose control. “How could I forget? It took all my willpower to keep the car going straight. I thought I would never stop cumming in your mouth and was afraid it would leak out all over me.” The shared experience, the vulnerability, only intensified the connection between us.

“Well, we better not finish too early tonight,” you stated, your eyes locked on mine, “I need to be pleased by you, too.” You zipped my pants back up, but the lingering heat remained, a tangible reminder of the pleasure we had just shared. Reaching for the next card, you slid it across the table. “I’m sorry, my love, I don’t think we have time for another card. We are here,” you said, gesturing towards the door, “at the cabin.”

As we stepped out into the snow, the biting cold was a welcome relief from the heat of the cabin. The drive up the canyon was silent, punctuated only by the crunch of tires on the snow-covered road. The cabin loomed before us, a dark silhouette against the fading light. It was a lovely, medium-sized structure, built into the hillside overlooking a valley shrouded in snow. There were no other signs of civilization, just the cabin, the snow, and us.

We grabbed our gear and entered the cabin, the door creaking shut behind us, sealing us off from the world. The interior was dark and dusty, filled with the musty scent of aged wood. I flipped on the switch, but nothing happened. “Looks like the storm knocked out the power,” I observed, pulling out my phone for a flashlight. You rummaged through the cabinets, searching for candles.

A flicker of light caught my eye in the corner of the room. “I got a candle,” you called out, holding up a small, flickering flame. The single candle cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating an intimate and slightly unsettling atmosphere.

“Well, let’s head up to the bedroom,” I said, leading the way. The cabin had an open floor plan: two stories connected by a narrow staircase. The main floor consisted of a kitchen and dining room, while the loft above provided sleeping space. But the focal point of the cabin was the large window in the bedroom, offering a panoramic view of the snow-covered valley.

As we climbed the stairs, the air grew colder, the silence deeper. The bedroom was sparsely furnished, but the window dominated the room, casting a pale glow over everything. We walked over to the window, hand in hand, and stared out at the breathtaking vista. The world outside was transformed by the snow, appearing as if it were suspended in time. I pulled you closer, wrapping my arms around you, holding you tight against my chest. I leaned down and kissed your neck, savoring the softness of your skin, while you pressed your butt against me, a clear indication of your desire. My teeth grazed your sensitive flesh as I slowly moved my hands to your hips, pulling you closer, feeling the heat build within my member.

My excitement intensified, the feeling of arousal spreading through my body. Your tight leggings felt like a second skin, soft against my touch. As I continued to explore your body, my left hand remained firmly wrapped around you while my right hand gently caressed your shoulder and chest, tracing the curves of your body. The anticipation grew with each passing moment.

You turned to face me, your gaze intense and longing. You took my hand, pulling me towards you as you began to dance and sway, hips moving in a mesmerizing rhythm. You kept your arms crossed in front of you, rubbing your body against your own legs, while your fingers danced over your thighs and glutes. The movements were both playful and provocative, designed to tease and ignite my desire. The sight of your body, exposed and vulnerable, was intoxicating.

As you continued your dance, one hand disappeared beneath your lace panties, a silent invitation. I saw the outline of your fingers as you rubbed your body against the fabric, sending shivers down my spine. Then, you stood up in front of me, straddling my lap, facing me with a look of pure lust. You took my head and placed it between your legs, leaning down to kiss me deeply. I lost all control, surrendering to the pleasure of the moment. The scent of your skin filled my senses, a heady mix of warmth and desire.

You then slowly slipped your leggings off, revealing your bare body beneath. With a confident grace, you began to dance, moving your hips and swaying your body, drawing attention to your curves and contours. One hand disappeared under your skirt, while the other moved to your waist, pulling you closer. You crouched down, knees together, rubbing your thighs and butt, creating a mesmerizing rhythm that left me breathless. Your movements were both sensual and powerful, designed to captivate and dominate. You continued to dance, your body a captivating spectacle. I watched, mesmerized, as your movements intensified, culminating in a final, passionate thrust. You stood up and began to pace back and forth, your body radiating heat and energy. The sight of your exposed flesh was too much for me to resist, and I reached out to touch you, my fingers tracing the contours of your body. You leaned in close, kissing my neck, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. The desire for you consumed me, and I knew that this was just the beginning.

As you began to pace, one hand disappeared beneath your panties, and I felt a thrill course through my veins. You looked down at me, a mischievous glint in your eyes, before sliding your fingers into my mouth, taking a deep, satisfying bite. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and control. I lost all inhibitions, letting go of my control and surrendering to the moment. The world narrowed down to the feel of your lips on my skin, the intoxicating scent of you, and the raw, primal need that consumed me.

“Woman, you taste so good,” I said, my voice hoarse with pleasure, as we continued our dance. The heat between us intensified, our bodies moving closer and closer until we were practically touching. We took a step back, allowing a moment for the anticipation to build. I reached out and grabbed your body, pulling you close as we embraced. I kissed your lips, deepening the kiss, allowing our bodies to collide in a passionate union. The world faded away as we lost ourselves in the moment, lost in the rhythm of our bodies and the intensity of our desire.

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