The cabin was still. The heat of the day-long dissipated but still lingered within the small hut. The air was sweet with the smell of the cedar from the planks on the walls. Emily was wearing nothing but her striped cotton panties and a cutoff cotton tee, yet still hot to the touch of the comfy linen below her. Gabe lay beside her, not touching her, but she could feel his heat radiating, nonetheless.
Gabe crooked his head and looked up into her green eyes, staring out the window. His gaze traveled down the white cotton shirt to the exposed skin of her belly, with her navel a waiting pool of possibilities. Too many possibilities to ignore.
He deftly rolled from his side and planted a soft, wet kiss just below the creamy fabric of her shirt. Emily trained her focus on Gabe below; his features highlighted by the fading golden sun. His warm breath upon her, he kissed lower and lower. The slick trail his tongue left behind evoked such a chill, deliciously contrasting the heat of his mouth and the cool air around her.
As Gabe’s mouth reached the elastic band of her panties, he paused briefly, stealing a glance above and seeing Emily delicately biting her lower lip. He smiled inwardly while he returned his focus to her belly, resuming his trail of kisses now ascending. Soon he was at the very bottom of her shirt, his nose nudging it up, imperceptibly higher. Her breath now caught in her lungs, trapped by the anticipation of what was next.
He began to peck his way downward, and yet again, stopped at the panties as if the clothes were a Rubicon not to be crossed. Her fingers found and gently raked the brown locks of his hair. This continued for what seemed like an eternity to Emily. His tongue flowed across her midriff as if it were the tide ebbing and flowing to each boundary of the velvety fabric. Meanwhile, the tide was surging from her core. The desire welled within her as a flush flared on her face, rapidly plummeting onto her neck and chest.
Her pulse quickened, breaths shortened, and his hair slipped strand by strand between her fingers as her hands came to rest above her head, surrendering to the moment completely. The rhythmic sound of her heightened breathing permeated the room.
Gradually, his loving, almost shy kisses evolved to longer, more impelling embraces. His tongue danced artfully within the confines of his searing mouth upon her flesh tracing the outline of her striped panties from right to left. He paused at the point of her hip and she arched her back, beckoning him lower.
The unspoken barrier was soon crossed, but not where she wished. It was there, on her side, at the thinnest part of the striped cotton panties by her hip, that he journeyed lower. He traced down the outside part of her thigh, tenderly cradling it. His windfall of kisses continued down to the outside of her knee, farther from her burning need with each kiss. His saliva burning her skin then cooling it as he sank further down her body.
The contrast was further stoking the flames burning brightly inside her. Again, the winds seemed to shift. Gabe awkwardly kissed her kneecap, giving her a respite from his torrid teasing. The awkwardness was fleeting as his searing mouth found the supple flesh of the inside of her leg.
As he began, Emily was a bit ticklish at first, but just inches into his ascent, that rapidly melted away. Her hands were in her own hair, as her senses unable to unravel what she was experiencing. All the while, the whisper of the early evening breeze through the trees outside and the lapping of his mouth were the only sounds piercing the humid silence.
Each kiss brought him closer to where Emily needed it... closer to where Gabe belonged.
Past mid-thigh, she shivered in anticipation. Her attention was rapt with sweltering desire.
Then... it happened. His hair brushed her panties, now visibly soaked through from the tide within her going out. That slightest of brushes set her aflame, but as her hips rose, they were met with nothing but air.