Cabin Fever (4 page)

“Drew! Oh, God yes, that feels so good!”

He’d be the judge of that. Just to check, he ran a finger down the seam of her labia. Nice and wet, perfect. He pinched her clit lightly as he sucked a little harder, alternating the pinching with rubbing the pearl on the top of her cunt in slow, torturous circles. She was so slick, he used her own moisture to keep her clit nice and lubricated, occasionally dipping down to insert two fingers inside her. It was only when her whimpers increased to steady moans, her body moving to ride his hand that he stepped away, allowing the air to cool her down a little.

“Damn it, Drew! You’re driving me crazy.”

Well that was the point wasn’t it? He didn’t say it out loud, spanking her pussy twice instead. Chanta’s head fell back, her neck arching so perfectly Drew had to take a little nibble.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? What you needed?”

Lord knows, it’s what he needed. He just hadn’t known it.

“Please, please, Drew I need you so bad.” It was said so prettily, with a breathy whimper that was all woman, all need. How could he resist?

Despite planning on playing until she was senseless, Drew knew when his wife was in real need. It took seconds to rid himself of his slacks and climb on the bed. She looked so fucking good stretched out on the bed. Like a feast fit for a king. He wouldn’t take her like this, however, not yet. There were a few other things he could do since he hadn’t been able to draw out the foreplay—yet.

Uncuffing her hands from the bed, he spanked her bare vagina one more time as she tried to remove the blindfold. “Oh, no you don’t. Turn around and get on your knees, Chanta.”

She didn’t even hesitate. Drew’s cock jumped in approval as she arched her back, her hips rising up just right. The curve in her spine that pushed her ass out was intoxicating. He always loved Chanta’s curves. She was the sexiest thing alive to him. Moving up on his knees behind her he placed the head of his dick against her puffy lips. He didn’t press forward, moving back a little when she tried to impale herself by moving back. As much as he wanted to, he needed a second to gather himself.

“Come on, Drew I know you need it just as much as I do,” Chanta cajoled. She was right too, but if they were going to open up a new chapter in their sex life they needed to do it right.

He had to get control of the situation before she took over. Spanking each ass cheek with a stinging smack, he moved back, removing his cock from her entirely. “You’re not in charge here, baby. Remember that.”

Before she could answer, before she could do anything at all, Drew thrust forward, burying himself to his balls deep inside his woman.

Chapter Six

Chanta couldn’t think, couldn’t move, could barely breath. One deep thrust, that was all it took and her body imploded, setting her insides on fire. Her mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out. Not when she had to gasp to pull in enough air. Drew hadn’t even paused. One deep thrust followed another in a rhythm that was neither slow nor fast. Her pussy constricted around his pulsating cock, hugging the organ as if it didn’t want to let go. It felt so damn good, her hips moved back in welcome each time he drove forward, seeking more and more.  She purposely tightened her vaginal walls even more, knowing that drove Drew insane.

She was rewarded for her efforts by a sharp smack on both ass cheeks. It only made her clamp down harder, feeling every ridge on his cock. Although she tried to hold it back, there was no stopping the second orgasm that crashed into her body, sending her into orbit all over again.

“Oh crap, Drew I don’t think I can take it much more.”

How many orgasms could a person have before she went insane from pleasure? She’d fantasized about this, being completely at Drew’s mercy. Heavens knows, Chanta had longed to be tied up, held down, forced to take pleasure from the best lover she’d ever known, her husband. She just had no idea how apt he’d be at it.

“You can, baby. And you will.” Drew’s response was gruff, sending a fresh round of tingles down her spine. “Shit, baby you’re so tight.”

He punctuated his words with swift, harder thrusts. She was left breathless, gasping for air. He invaded every part of her, filling her up so completely she felt him down to her bones. Her body moved in concert with his, yielding as he demanded. She tried to muffle the growing screams by biting any part of the bed she could reach, but it was just too much effort to think about anything at all.

Just when Chanta thought she couldn’t take another second of the exquisite pleasure/pain, her husband ignited inside her and she exploded; detonating from deep inside and spreading like wildfire through her bloodstream.

“Drew!” It was the last thing she remembered screaming before falling completely apart, floating somewhere in the cosmos—not asleep, but not conscious either. All she could think was,
Damn. I should’ve told him about my fantasies a long time ago.

*****

Epilogue
One Year Later

Chanta’s heart sped up its beat as the familiar tree lines came into view. Their driver drove slowly up the gravel path, painfully slow. In the backseat, Chanta turned to her husband. Since their last visit, she’d seen Drew in a whole new light. A weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and she had been giving herself fully to him. Drew’s hand lay warm and comfortable on her knee. A hushed, but anxious quiet held them. Chanta sat farther back in her seat. So many memories of that powerful weekend with Drew rushed through her. When all her sexual walls had come crashing down, Drew’s unconditional love had rescued their marriage. To think one year ago, she dreaded the cabin’s remote location and despised its solitary space. She’d been afraid to trust Drew, because she’d become so fearful of his possible rejection. That fear had kept her from sharing her deepest desires with him.

What a difference a year made.

“You all right, baby?” Drew asked. He squeezed her knee. “Do you miss your cell phone?”

“I don’t miss my phone, not this time.”

She gave him a playful punch in the arm. She shifted around in her seat to be closer to him. “I’m better than fine. I’m fabulous.”

“Yeah, you are!” He wrapped her up into his embrace. Cuddling against him, Chanta relished how good he felt. Just a few more minutes and they’d be there.

Drew nibbled on the outer shell of her ear. A rush of heat broke out all over her body as a result. It started at her ear, and raced through her, making her hot and tingly. The fever erupted inside her, too. They hadn’t even reached the cabin, and already she wanted the feel of metal and fur handcuffs around her wrists. The stinging slap of his hand across her naked buttocks.

Cabin fever had her in its clutches.

And the only cure she wanted, whispered into her ear, “You’re never going to hold back on me, again.”

“No, never,” she breathed. “Never again.”

Satisfied, Drew guided her face to his and claimed her lips at last. Chanta knew too she’d be satisfied as well.

The End

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