Finally, I arrived at my destination.

Deep in the forests of the Algonquin outskirts, close to Hunter's Point. I was so excited about my camping trip; I couldn't help but giggle when I got out of my rented Range Rover SUV.

It was over an eight-hour drive to get to my final destination, but it was worth it.

The scenery in front of me was breathtaking. There were beautiful tall red oaks, standing there in front of me, elevated and robust, as far as the eye could see.

Once I was out of the car, I stretched my muscles, being sore from the long drive.

I inhaled the warm summer air deep into my lungs and savored the different fragrances of the forest. Birds were chirping in the trees, and bugs were buzzing around in the air, going about their business.

I could feel how my muscles began to relax. In the distance, I could hear a waterfall. I was looking forward to going for a dip later; once I'd set up camp.

After standing there for a little moment longer, I clapped my hands together in preparation for my following tasks.

Algonquin wasn't known to be incredibly hot, but setting up camp still made me sweat, and I could feel it trickling down my spine, which caused me to shiver.

Once I finished my tasks for the day, I clapped myself on the shoulder for a job well done. Now, I could start to relax and concentrate on the newest book in my novel series. I usually came here to get inspiration, and honestly, who wouldn't in a fantastic place like this.

I grabbed my towel and some fresh clothes and made my way to the waterfall I heard in the distance earlier. Coming here the past few years, I knew that this area was isolated, and besides the occasional encounter with the local moose, there weren't any people around. With this knowledge, I started to take my clothes off. A warm summer breeze softly caressed my sweaty skin and gave me goosebumps.

I slowly made my way into the water. The water was crisp and refreshing, and felt terrific. I palmed up some of the water and poured it over my arms and stomach before fully dipping into the water. The water reached up to my breasts by the time I reached the waterfall.

With one last step forward, I stood under the waterfall, letting the water run down my head and shoulders. The water pressure felt incredible on my sore muscles, and for some time, I just stood there enjoying the sensations of the water on my body.

After several minutes had passed, I stepped out of the waterfall and rubbed the water out of my eyes. When I opened them, I locked eyes with a very handsome and very naked male, standing on the edge of the water. It took me a moment to comprehend the situation I was in, but once it hit me, I shot back in the water, lowered my body, and covering myself. What on earth? What a nerve that guy had! He was merely standing there, smiling at me!

"What the hell?!" I snapped at him, getting angry at myself for not noticing him in the first place. "What in the abyss do you think you're doing?" I flashed my eyes at him, hoping my face didn't betray myself, as I liked what I saw very much. With what I hoped sounded a bit more as if I was master of the situation, I added, "Do you always sneak up on women, naked, when they are having a bath?"

He just casually crossed his arms, still smiling at me.

"Only the ones I find very pretty."

God, his voice was sexy, and not only that. This guy in front of me was a stunner — all carved features, and very charismatic. His hair was light brown, he had a three-day stubble, and thick eyebrows were framing his striking face. He was dishy with those well-defined pecs and his smooth chest. And God, his eyes. They were round-shaped and exquisite, priceless emerald.

You could tell that he had a devil-may-care outlook and that stellar smile was enough to drive a saint to hell. His defined cheekbones appeared chiseled into shape by a master craftsman. They were of such sharp contours; it looked as if they were sculpted and pared to perfection. He had beautiful toned arms and legs, and a flat stomach with a very sexy goodie trail.

I didn't want to look, but my treacherous eyes couldn't help but follow that goodie trail to what was below. His cock was easily going down in history as one of the sexiest things I'd ever laid my eyes on. It was prominent and beautiful with smooth skin and hot as hell dorsal veins. He was semi-hard. Unconsciously, I licked my lips at this gorgeous sight. Realizing that I was staring at his shaft, my eyes immediately darted back to his face, locking our eyes again.

His grin widened, and he winked at me. "Like what you see?"

I opened my mouth to give that guy as good as one gets. Unfortunately, it seemed that my brain was currently on a break, and so I closed my mouth and turned my head away from him. After a moment, still standing at the edge of the water, he began to move forward, deeper into the water, and, therefore, closer to me.

I shrieked, "What do you think you're doing?"

He looked at me, not concerned in the slightest, and replied with his typical casual tone, "I'm going to have a bath. Believe it or not, I don't usually just run around naked in the forest." He continued while tipping on his chin, "Not saying it hasn't happened before, just saying this isn't my purpose today."

He continued walking further into the water, palming up water over his body using his hands, the same way I did just a while before. I watched the water running down his fantastic physique, and just like that, I was under his spell again, watching the drops sliding down his chest, following the rivers descending.

Snapping out of it once more, I almost yelled at him, "You can't have a bath as it is already occupied!"

He moved his head to one side and shook his shoulders as if he didn't have a care in the world about this situation. He smiled at me again — 'God, this smile, so cheeky.' His lips were full and looked so soft, so lickable. I found myself wondering if they would feel as sweet as they looked and if he would be a good kisser. For some unknown reason, I knew for sure that he would be. "You don't think the pool is big enough for both of us? We can snuggle up if you like."

He never stopped getting closer. Once I realized the shrinking distance between us, I started to back away.

"That's not the point here. I don't even know you." Did I seriously just blurt out something that stupid? Yep, I did. 'Great, keep on going and make a total idiot out of yourself.' Frustrated, I bit on my lower lip.

"I'm Dean," he said, still coming closer.

"That's not what I meant, and you know that!" I snapped at him, glaring at him again, with what I hoped was an angry look.

"What's your name?"

"None of your business. Why do you even want to know? It doesn't mean we will know each other just by telling each other's names."

How could he be so calm and arrogant at the same time, and more importantly, why the hell did I like his game so much?

'You idiot, stop talking to him and find a way out of here. What am I thinking I'm doing here? I'm in the water naked with a guy I've never met before…' a very handsome and sexy guy that was, but that didn't change the state of affairs.

"I'd like to know the name of the woman I'm going to jerk off tonight while thinking of that hot body of hers."

He winked at me again. 'Did he seriously just say that? What a nerve!'

My eyes opened wide in shock, and I couldn't believe that I just heard that. More significantly, however, was the shock I felt when I heard myself say, "Sabrina. My name is Sabrina." Okay, it was official; I had completely lost my marbles.

"Nice to meet you, Sabrina," he said.

And with that, he turned towards the cascading waterfall, walking underneath it.

I already backed up to the edge of the water and saw this as my chance of escape. I rushed out of the water, grabbing my towel, wrapping it around myself with a speed I didn't know I possessed. 

I could hear him laugh behind me. I turned around, trying to come up with something smart to say this time, but he hasn't turned around. It didn't matter that he was clearly amused about this whole situation and that he enjoyed teasing me.

I grabbed my clothes and turned around, walking away from him as fast as I could.

"I hope your camping gear is weather-proof. There's going to be a huge storm coming tonight."

What was he talking about? I checked the weather forecast, and there was no mentioning of a storm or even a tiny bit of rain in the next couple of days whatsoever.

"I'll be fine. Have a good day." With this – yes, I wanted to be the one having the last word – I turned around and marched away without turning around – what made me very proud.

Back in my camp, I tried to concentrate on writing while lying in my hammock, but I couldn't focus. My brain was already occupied with thoughts… of him.

Frustrated, I jumped up, intending to make myself a nice cup of tea to calm my nerves. That's when the first raindrop hit me on my head, running down my cheek.

I looked up at the sky. Big, dark storm clouds had formed, and it was only a matter of time until they would open up their gates, and the cloudburst would start. Before I knew it, the rain was hammering down, reminding me of the waterfall I was swimming under just a few hours ago. With the rain came powerful winds, which got stronger and stronger by the second.

After just a few minutes, the rain and wind had become a massive tempest, just as he said.

I had no other option than to tie down everything I could and find refuge in my Range Rover. By the time I had secured my gear, I was drenched. Starting to feel cold, I quickly grabbed a blanket from the backseat and made myself as comfortable as possible for the night in the car, but even with the coverage, my teeth started to chatter. The sun had long gone down, and night had fallen. I needed to get out of the wet clothes if I didn't want to risk a cold.

Just when I was finished getting out of my wet clothes and had the blanket wrapped around my body once more, there was a short knock on my side window. Startled, I looked up, but because I had the lights on, I couldn't see anyone. Maybe it was just a branch falling down a tree. I turned off the lights and peeked outside. First, I couldn't see anything, but then there was unquestionably some motion on the other side of the car window.

Moving my head as close to the window as possible without hitting it, I had another look. Once my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I could see a grin - A now very familiar one. It was him.

He tapped on the window, making insinuations with his hands, asking me if he could come inside the car. After a moment of hesitation, I nodded my head because I knew he wouldn't be able to hear me over the roaring of the storm. He ran around to the other side, quickly opened the car door, jumping inside and closing it a second later.

Looking at my naked shoulders, he grinned at me again - God, that grin. It would be my undoing.

Suddenly, a thought hit me. 'How long has he been standing there outside, watching me?' A shiver was running down my spine, but not due to fear. Was he watching me getting changed? I had the lights on inside the car, so there was a chance that he did see me. For some reason, that thought somehow turned me on.

Blushing, I averted my eyes, only to return, looking at his face when I heard a soft chuckle. He had read my thoughts, and he was watching me getting changed. Seeing me glaring at him, he held up his hands as if in surrender.

"Hey, I just came here to check up on you. These storms can be quite dangerous, and it isn't a good idea to be outside. Not that I'm complaining about the strip you did for me." He winked at me again.

'I'm going to kill him! No one will ever find the body!' As if… who was I kidding. If I was honest to myself – which I wasn't – he intrigued me, and the thought that he was standing outside watching me was an enormous turn-on. I could feel a warm sensation between my legs, and my clit started throbbing. 'Damn it! Keep it together!' He could be a serial killer as far as I knew – a very sexy one – but still.

Finding my composure, again, I straightened my back and answered with all the confidence I could bring up, "Thank you very much for checking up on me, but I'm just fine. Now that you watched your fill, you can go."

I crossed my arms in front of my chest to give my words more meaning, but the only thing that did was pushing my breasts up, giving him an unfurled view of my cleavage. His eyes followed my movement and stayed locked at my breasts.

Not willing to show him again how much his reaction affected me, I continued, "Goodnight."

His eyes snapped back to my face as he said, "Hey listen, I'm sorry that I watched you strip… no… hold on… I'm sorry that it made you uncomfortable that I watched you strip, but I'm serious. You shouldn't stay outside in this storm. It's too dangerous. Please listen to me and come back to my place until the storm is over. I swear," he crossed his heart like a boy scout, "I won't touch you without your permission or anything weird like that. If you stay out here in this car wearing nothing but a thin blanket, you might catch a cold if you're lucky. If you're unlucky, you might get into serious trouble if a branch breaks through the windshield or worse."

He looked at me seriously. I think this was the first time I'd seen him being severe. I knew that what he said was logical, and he seemed to be sincerely worried about my safety.

Seeing that I was pondering about what he said, he crossed his heart again with his fingers, "Scouts honor."

His cheeky smile had returned to his handsome face. He had very adorable dimples when he was smiling like that.

"You live around here?" I asked, a bit surprised. I've never seen anyone around here.

Tilting his head to one side again, he nodded. "Yeah, I have a hut not far from here. I can offer a couch to sleep on, dry clothes, something to eat, and a hot drink. You are also more than welcome to use my shower if you like."

Contemplating what to do, I bit on my lower lip. Dean was sitting next to me, quietly and patiently waiting for me to make up my mind.

"Okay."

He looked at me, surprised. "Okay?"

"Yes, okay. You sound surprised." Now, I tilted my head to one side, watching him.

"I've to admit, I didn't think it would be that easy to convince you to come with me. Honestly, I was sure that I would have to throw you over my shoulder and force you to see reason." Did he sound a bit… disappointed?

"Then, let's go. Here, take my jacket. It's freezing outside, and I don't want you to get…" He paused for a moment and then added with a husky voice, "Well… get too wet."

With this, he shrugged out of his jacket and handed it over to me. I would let this one slide – this time.

I took the offered jacket and put it on. It was warm and smelled like him. When he turned around to open the car door, I couldn't help but inhale his scent. He smelled incredible, earthy. Was there anything that wasn't hot about this guy? His scent was tantalizing me, and I could feel another surge of wetness spreading between my legs.

'Holy Mother of Hades, please have mercy with me this night.' With one last sigh, I also opened the car door and stepped outside in the storm. He came over to my side, putting his hand on my lower back to guide me in the right direction. The rain was whipping in his face, but he didn't seem to care.

He needed to yell over the screaming of the storm. "It's up this way. About five minutes from here."

With that, he took my hand, and we walked as fast as the gale allowed us towards his place. After a few minutes, I could see the outlines of a hut in the distance. Running the last couple of meters, we made it to the porch of his cabin. He opened it up and let me in. He turned on the lights and closed the door behind him.

"That's better," he said, shaking his hair out like a wolf. "I'll be back in a sec. Make yourself comfortable." With this, he left and disappeared into another room.

When he returned a short while later, he was undressed, with only one towel wrapped around his hips and one around his neck. "Here are some dry clothes. They will be baggy but should be okay. The bathroom is at the end of the floor. Why don't you have a shower while I prepare something hot to drink. Would you like some tea or hot chocolate?"

Finding myself staring at his physique again, I answered absently, "Hot chocolate would be great. Oh – and thank you for the clothes and the shower and… well… everything. Thank you." I smiled up at him.

"No worries," he said, smiling back at me. Then he turned around and started to get a pot and other things out of the shelves in the kitchen.

I made my way into the bathroom — no lock on the door…great. Well, I guess beggars can't be picky. I started the water, took off the jacket and the blanket, and walked into the shower stall. When the hot water hit my cold body, it was pure bliss. I put my head under the shower stream and just stood there, enjoying the feeling of the water running down and heating my body.

Images of Dean popped up in my head again. I thought about his amazing naked body I'd seen earlier today and also the view of him in nothing but a towel; The towel started directly under his happy- trail, just showing a hint of what was underneath. Another shiver went through my body, and I could feel the wetness between my legs spreading. I was so horny. This is bad, really bad.

It couldn't be helped, and if I were quick about it, no one would be the wiser. With determination, I moved my hands to my breasts, feeling my nipples, which were already hard little buds. I left one hand on one breast while inching my other hand lower down my body - over my stomach and deeper. I was sliding my finger along my wet slit. I couldn't help but stifle a moan when my finger hit my clit. I spread my legs to give myself better access to my now throbbing pussy. I started with small circles around my clit, giving me constant shivers.

My breath grew faster, and I could feel how my pussy got wetter despite the water of the shower. I tried to tease myself a bit longer, playing with my clit, but soon it became too torturous, and I wanted more. I slid one of my fingers inside my pussy, making it clench around my finger as soon as I entered myself. I pushed it in and out, going deeper with each thrust of my hand.

Shortly after, a second finger followed as my want grew stronger. I imagined my hands being Dean's, touching and teasing me. I began to moan but was sure that I couldn't be heard over the noise of the shower.

I used the hand I had on my breast and moved it to my clit while fingering myself with my other hand. My movements became faster, more urgent when I felt my climax building up. With the tension building up in my pussy, I started to thrust with absolute abandon now, wanting to cum so bad. I lost all awareness of my surroundings.

A few thrusts more, and I could feel the explosion of my climax spreading through my whole body. I threw my head back and let out a little scream when my orgasm gripped me. Bowing my head down, I stood there trying to catch my breath, when suddenly I heard a voice just outside the shower stall.

"Damn! Female, that was fucking hot! After a short pause, he added, "You still look like you haven't had nearly enough yet, though. Would you like me to give you a hand?"

My head jerked up when I heard his voice and cleared up immediately. I wiped the water out of my face and looked at him in disbelief. He just watched me finger-fucking myself. My eyes widened. I was sure they would pop out of my eye sockets any second.

"I was calling out for you, letting you know that the hot chocolate was ready. Since I didn't get a response for a while, I wanted to check if everything is okay. When you didn't answer after I knocked on the door several times, I thought that maybe you fell or something." After a short pause, he added," So, do you want me to give you a hand? That cute pussy of yours still looks hungry."

He wasn't moving, just standing there, looking at me with desire burning in his eyes. I observed him, my own eyes wandering down his body. He was still only wearing nothing more than a towel. Saying towel, however, was building a tent around his now unquestionably hard dick. Just looking at it brought on another surge of lust.

Smirking at him, I answered, "Maybe we should take care of this first," pointing my head at his cock. "I don't want you to fall and hit your head on the tiles because of all the blood rushing down between your legs. That wouldn't exactly show my appreciation for you looking after me now, would it?"

My answer caught him by surprise, but he regained his composure just a second later. "Naughty girl. So, you appreciate me looking after you? How much?" He moved closer but stopped in front of the shower stall. His eyes were alight with fire now, and it made me shiver in anticipation. I've never done anything like this before, and on another night, I might not have acted on it, but he had me under his spell, and I realized that fighting against it would be a hopeless battle.

"Come here, and I'll show you."

With these words, I grabbed him around his neck and gently pushed him inside the shower stall with me. A quick movement of my hand and the towel was thrown over to the other side of the shower. I wrapped both of my hands around his neck and pushed his body against mine. I raised myself on tiptoes and almost crushed my lips on his. I slipped my tongue between his lips and sucked on his lower lip. I knew he would be a good kisser.

No, that was an understatement. His kisses were mesmerizing, a revelation. As soon as his tongue intertwined with mine, I felt a fire spreading between my legs. I've never been so horny from just a kiss before. I wanted more. I needed more.

He wrapped his arms around me, gripping my ass to get closer to my body, and I loved it. His grip was firm but not painful.

"You've got a fucking gorgeous ass."

Dean's cock pressed against me. Long and eager. My fingers curled over his chest, looking for balance. My head tipped back so I could see his eyes, glinting down at me. Lust flared from his eyes, etched in the hard lines of his face. I stood on my toes, caught his mouth, and kissed him with my lips open, my tongue thrusting. I savored his taste. More.

My fingers slid down his chest, his muscles hard in anticipation. Down, down his narrow waist, to his cock that bobbed towards me. Thick, with veins on the side, the head a shade darker. I wrapped my hands around him and pumped. Base to tip, again. Again. Not nearly enough. Dean's lips pressed harder against mine, and a growl built in his throat. I wanted more than a moan. I wanted his control to break. I wanted him weak, wild, desperate – Like me. My grip tightened on him.

I slithered down his body and eased between his legs. The water of the shower was hitting me in the back. I took his cock in my hand and opened my lips, licking him - finally tasting him.

"Oh, fuck!" I glanced up in time to see his eyes widen. "Sabrina…"

My lips tightened around him. My tongue slipped over his skin, licking, sampling, and he tasted sweet on my tongue. His fingers clamped in my wet hair. I took him deeper into my mouth and started sucking his tip. I heard the rasp of his breath. My sex quivered, and I worked him faster, wrapping my fingers around his erection as I tasted him. He ground his teeth as his hips jerked and his cock twitched inside of my mouth. I pulled back, licking along his shaft before plunging my mouth back down on him.

I pulled him deeper until I could feel the tip of his cock, touching my throat. Another gasp escaped his now slightly open lips. He watched me intensely. My cheeks hollowed as I licked and sucked at his throbbing dick. I took his balls into my hand as I bobbed back and forth and rolled them in my palm.

I flicked my tongue around the head of his cock in circles, especially that bit on the top of his cock, as his hips seemed always to jerk this way. The twitching of his fun-stick became more prominent, and I knew that he was getting close. Before I was able to finish him off, he pulled back.

"My turn." Dean's voice was guttural. He pushed me back up from my knees and scooted down towards my hips. He knelt between my thighs and leaned forward so he could cup my sweet spot. The heat of it scorched, and the proof of my arousal wetted. Kneeling between my legs, he maneuvered himself so that one of my legs hung over his shoulder, and then he brought his face level with my sex. Dean nuzzled the moist flesh, and I began to tremble. My hands grasped at his hair as soon as he gave me that first lick. "Mmmm. Honey."

I felt his warm tongue touching my clit, and he began to lick it in circles. I couldn't help but groan in delight. He sucked my clit everywhere, licking greedily. He drew my button against his parched tongue, rubbing, tasting me, before pulling back. Another lick, then another. It seemed as if he couldn't get enough of me, parting my nether lips with his tongue, probing me for more. My fingers tangled in his hair, grasped tighter, pulling him close to me so that he might keep feasting on my flesh.

"I want you to cum for me." His voice was husky and quivered with desire.

"Dean!" I said on a high-pitched cry, and it spurred him, sucking at my lovebud, even more, teasing it and stimulating me.

My hips started rocking on its own accord, and I trembled, almost throwing him off balance. He held fast and kept working my sweet spot with his tongue, circling my clit before sucking it again. My body tensed, and I was getting so close. He slid a finger into my moist sex and groaned at the tightness, the sound of it vibrating against my pussy. In response, my vagina squeezed his finger, clutched to the point that his cock felt jealousy.

A second finger inserted my silky pussy, and I began bucking and then thrashing. Dean finger - fucked me, slick digits slipping in and out as he lapped at my clit. Faster and faster until my whole body tensed and bowed. I came so hard, the bliss of my orgasm rolling through my body, causing my sheath to clamp down on his fingers. Slowly, he brought me down with gentle licks and kisses. As my soft whimpers subsided, he gave my sweet spot one last kiss.

With a leopard-like grace, he put my leg down, standing up again, watching me and his forest-green eyes twinkled. A fire kindled inside on them, a light so fierce, I've never seen before. He cupped the back of my head with both hands, drawing me in for a passionate kiss. It was probably the most intense kiss that I have ever experienced. Soon we started swallowing each other, sucking on each other's lips, making the kiss even more intense.

He broke the kiss, only to drop his head to one of my breasts. He took my already hard nipple between his lips and gave it a hard suck. I cried out in pleasure. He then released my tip, moving to my other breast, and gave it the same attention. Again, he made me cry out. My body was ignited. Still sucking on one of my nipples, he grabbed my butt, and with a single smooth movement, he lifted me. I automatically wrapped my legs around his hips. His cock was firmly pressed against my entrance, and his thick head rubbed against my rosebud before resting at my opening.

It was the hottest thing I've ever experienced. Pushing my back against the wall, Dean released my nipple just long enough to return to my mouth, his warm tongue slipping between my lips again intertwining with mine. He grabbed my butt harder, slowly moving his hips, causing his cock to circle around my opening, again and again. The sensation made us both gasp with desire and lust.

I thought I was about to lose my mind, but he seemed to be in absolute control, still circling the tip of his cock around my slit in slow lewd motions. He pushed his head in slowly, holding me up on arms that threatened to tremble so hard did he have to control himself. I knew that he wanted to plunge to the hilt. Drive his rod deep. But he went slowly. Inch by inch, feeling me squeeze around him.

Oh, dear fucking hell, and I squeezed him tight. His lips tight and brows furrowed, he kept eye contact as he retreated then slid forward again. So painfully slow, teasing me, making me lose control. He loved building me up, loved it how I mewled and thrashed.

At that moment, without another warning, he thrust deep inside of me until he was fully seated inside me. He stretched my pussy open with his big cock and filled me up completely. And it felt – 'holy shit.' Dean retreated, but before I had the chance to mourn the loss of his fun-stick, he thrust inside of me again right to the hilt. He began to move, in and out, short thrusts at first, then longer ones, pulling almost entirely out before slamming back in. That last slide rubbed right over my G-spot, and I had to gasp.

With a cocky smirk, he retreated again, then slid home again. Oh, that felt… full, yes, but also… wow. So delicious. So good. So. Damn. Good.

"Oh, God."

"I promised myself to take it slow, but God, you feel so good."

"This feels…" I couldn't even finish. The electric currents running through my body were making me dumb.

"I know."

He kissed me again, his tongue mimicking what the thick length of him was doing. As he increased his pace, I dug my hands into his back. I met him thrust for thrust. He kept his gaze on mine, never breaking the intimate connection. Each slap of flesh against flesh was drawing a soft cry from me and eliciting a squeeze of my channel.

Faster. Thrust. Pump. Retreat. Push again. Our breaths grew ragged and mixed together. My fingers dug into his back as I hugged him close. The hard prick of my nails made him rear his head and utter a low, guttural groan. My body rocked in time to his thrusts. My breathing grew short, my body tensed, and then I came, in squeezing waves that milked his dick. I bucked and jerked uncontrollably as the pleasure rolled through my body.

When he felt my walls clench around his length, he groaned with pleasure. He didn't stop or slow down, though. No, there was no break for me. He knew I could take it. With rough hands, Dean dug his hands into my hair, dropped his forehead to mine, and squeezed my backside even harder than before.

With each thrust, my cries got louder and louder. I gasped and mewled in ecstasy, my entire body rejoicing. The head of his rod brushed over some sensitive spot deep within me with every penetrating thrust, pistoning in and out, making me tingle with the pleasure of it. A second orgasm exploded inside of me, making me writhe and squirm in his arms. My inner muscles clamped down on him like a living vice. He held me tight and didn't give me an inch to escape the immense pleasure.

He, too, could contain himself no longer. Relentlessly, he was pumping and thrusting inside of me, steadily increasing his pace. There was no other way than to grip his shoulders and hold on to dear life. My lips opened against his neck, and I licked his skin. Then I bit him because the pleasure was wringing out yet another orgasm of me.

This time my climax brought his, a shock of sensation from the small of his back to his balls and length until his cock jerked and pulsated, his body stiffened, and he filled me with spurt after spurt of his seed. Still holding me up against the wall, we stood there for several moments, gathering our breaths, basking in the afterglow. He slipped out of my warm sheath, and I felt instantly guilty because I wanted him to be back inside of me.

"That was…"

"Yeah," he said when he finally let me down on very shaky legs. "I'm sorry," he muttered all of a sudden.

Looking up at his face, he was smirking, not looking the least bit apologetic. Instead, he showed me this cocky smirk of his again, which I started to adore so much.

"What for?" I asked, looking at him skeptically.

"I think the chocolate is cold now." We both started laughing, my legs buckling, and I almost landed on my behind, if he wouldn't have swooped me up in his arms once more. "Let me take care of that for you."

With these words, he carried me outside of the bathroom and back into the lounge. He sat me down on the couch in front of a crackling chimney fire.

He pulled a soft blanket over my shoulders before he said, "I'm getting you something to drink. I have the feeling you've lost a lot of liquid back there."

Grinning and winking at me once more, he turned around and walked into the kitchen, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

In my head, I was going over about what happened, and so I probably should have felt embarrassed or shocked. I couldn't bring myself to feel anything else than utter bliss.

"Bloody hell!" A bit alarmed, I looked up at him. I didn't hear him approach. He was standing in front of me, wonderfully naked, two glasses of water in his hand, but he was staring at my breasts. Looking down on myself, I could see the reflection of the chimney fire in the waterdrops that still covered my body, cascading down. "Just looking at you makes me want to fuck you again."

When my gaze returned to his body, I could see that his cock was already getting hard again. I smiled up at him and answered, "S'okay. In fact, that was amazing, and I feel the same way just looking at you."

"You're sure? Because I'm going to want to do that again and again. I want to take you in front of the fire, here on the floor. What am I saying? I want to fuck you anywhere possible, even on my fucking kitchen counter, especially on my fucking kitchen counter."

I couldn't help but laugh, and after a moment, he joined. He then sat down next to me and offered me the promised glass of water, which I gratefully accepted. After I emptied the glass in one gulp, I put the glass on the floor.

I leaned towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck, then drew him down for a kiss. "So… would you like to show me your kitchen counter?"

He did that night, and what can I say? It had been one hell of a wild ride.