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Cyra Wilde 10-12 minutes 5/29/2021

RELATIONSHIPS | ROMANCE | EROTICA

Passion and pleasure make our pre-wedding haven perfect.

Cyra Wilde

Juggling the work stress and pressure to plan our ‘perfect wedding,’ Ethan suggested a short vacation to unplug. After some online research, he found us a rustic homestead in Montana with a view of pristine lush greenery.

At first, I was worried there would be no Wi-Fi or cell reception, but he said, “Zoey, that’s why it’s called ‘unplug.’ It’ll be just you and me on this trip. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

So, here we are in a Ford rental, passing a stretch of dark evergreens on our way to the location keyed into the navigation system.

“Ugh, I think my signal just went off.” I tap at my phone. No bar. I’ve been snapping pictures here and there, tagging them on Instagram. “Are we close? I think I saw a couple of buffaloes.”

Ethan smiles. “Almost there. Look.”

My gaze zeroes in on the open field, a pond, the isolated modern farmhouse with a magnificent backdrop of the snow-packed Spanish Peaks.

Eventually, my eyes stray to an equally amazing view — the look of concentration on Ethan’s face, his firm grip on the steering wheel, the tensing in his thigh muscles as he maneuvers the car. Beneath that casual sweater and slacks is a lean, powerful body, thanks to the hours he spends at the gym, not to mention our vigorous bedroom activities. It’s been a week since we made love, though, due to our hectic schedule. I’m suddenly craving that raw, physical connection.

I stow the phone away, twist in my seat, and reach for him, sliding my hand up and down the front of his pants.

He growls. “Haven’t you heard it’s dangerous to distract the driver?”

His cock thinks it’s a good idea. I continue stroking his rapidly growing length. “Can’t blame me when I’ve got nothing else to do.” Too bad there’s not much space.

“Ouch.” He feigns annoyance. “Are you saying you only touch me when there’s nothing else to do?”

“I’m saying there’s a lot more I wish I could do.”

The Ford slows to a halt. We’ve finally arrived.

“Yeah?” Ethan smirks. “Prove it.”

Why not? There’s no one else around. May as well kick off our vacation with a bang. Comfort be damned.

I unclick my seatbelt, duck toward his crotch, and wrestle with his belt buckle. Surprised by my own spontaneity, I tackle the button and zipper on his pants before moving on to the black boxer briefs.

His smile falters and his brows lift slightly. Apparently, he isn’t expecting this sudden, interesting turn of events.

His erection springs free —bulbous tip and thick, veined shaft — a mouthwatering work of art. He’s eager for me. The thought sends a rush of heat to my core. I lick the mushroom head leaking pre-cum and moan at the taste.

He hisses out a breath. “Babe, should we …”

Between sucking and fluttering my tongue over the plush crown to coax more of his delicious pre-cum to the surface, I slide him out with a loud ‘pop,’ to ask, “You were saying?”

His jaw clenches. “Never mind. Keep going.”

Now we’re on the same page. I drop one knee to the mat. Hollowing my cheeks, I take him deep in my mouth.

“Ah, fuck.” His head snaps back. He looks down at me again, his gaze heavy-lidded. “Suck me dry, angel. Fucking good.” He groans, threading his fingers in my hair.

I worship him with slow, measured pulls until my jaw starts to ache. “Mmm,” I hum when he hits the back of my throat. My eyes water. Saliva drips from my chin onto his lap.

It turns me on to see him on the edge like this, about to lose control. Determined to make my man come, I work non-stop, bobbing my head to a steadfast rhythm, gradually increasing my pace.

His grip on my hair tightens, and he freezes. “Zoey.”

A warm burst of creamy load floods my mouth. I swallow the sweet, salty treat before easing his cock back into his pants and returning to my seat.

He leans over to give me a ‘I’m-not-done-with-you’ kiss. “Wanna go inside so I can spread you out and devour you?”

I bite my lip. “Uh-huh. Sounds good.” Soft grass cushions my sneakers when I step out of the Ford. I inhale, savoring the crisp, fresh air and gawk at the forested mountain landscape. “Wow.”

Ethan chuckles and gathers our luggage from the trunk. A concrete pathway leads to a dark wood front door.

Once we make it into the house, he sets down our stuff, pulls me into his arms, and plants an exuberant kiss on my lips. Lifting onto my toes, I drape my arms around him, push my fingers into his hair. Goosebumps race across my skin.

“Ethan … this place is gorgeous. We should’ve come here a lot sooner.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he says, clutching my hand and leading me to the stairs. “You’re gonna enjoy my agenda for tonight.”

“What’s next? Cooking?” I tease, knowing full well we have unfinished business.

“Depends. You hungry?”

My fingertips glide over his chest. “I’m hungry for you.”

“We’re here to unplug, remember? So we’re gonna go real slow.” His wicked smile says he’s planning to tease the hell out of me. Probably restraints and blindfold. “I’ll wear you out, angel. You’ll be begging for me to stop.”

“Or, maybe, I don’t want you to stop. Maybe we’ll both wear each other out.”

He shoves his hand between my legs and captures my moan in a ravenous, open-mouthed kiss. “Deal.”

Before I know it, big, strong arms wrap around my thighs. He hoists me over his shoulder and carries me up the stairs, all the way to what I assume is the master bedroom.

I giggle and jokingly remind my future husband not to drop me or there won’t be any wedding. I fucking love how he’s turned into this caveman with a primitive need to fuck, to claim his woman.

He deposits me next to a canopy-style bed. “What do you think?”

Whitewashed walls, rustic ceiling beams, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a stunning fireplace.

“I love it. I love this more, though.” I pull him into yet another deep kiss, fierce and urgent, our noses bumping and tongues tangling.

“Hang on …” Ethan murmurs, nodding at the fireplace. “Should I light that?”

“Later.” My heartbeat kicks into overdrive. Excitement bubbles within me from the promises spoken by those lush lips. I can’t wait to feel them on my body, the burn of his stubble scraping against my skin, his hands all over me. “You can warm me up.”

Ethan’s grin is triumphant. “Okay, just checking. You read my mind.”

I shimmy out of my tank top and sweatpants. Kick off my shoes. Keeping my gaze on Ethan, I reach behind to unsnap my bra.

He steps closer. “You’re so beautiful.” His fingertips brush just below the swell of my breasts.

My nipples stiffen, an open invitation. He doesn’t disappoint, leaning down to suckle one.

“Ethan.” I lunge for the bulge in his slacks and moan — he’s hard again, already. Greedily, I yank at his zipper.

He steps back long enough to pull the sweater over his head and free his raging cock from his pants. “Get over here.”

The tone of his voice sends a titillating jolt through me. I’m happy to oblige.

His mouth closes around my nipple once more. I wriggle, unable to bear the delicious agony as his tongue lashes against the aching tip. He holds me in place, lavishing attention on my heavy breasts.

When he’s satisfied, he tugs me to the window and wraps his arms around me from behind. “What’d you say if I take you right here, sunshine?”

I’m gazing at a spectacular view of the rugged mountains, my mind focused only on one thing. “I don’t care. Just fuck me.” I want him so badly I’m trembling, flushed with need, a heated ache between my legs.

“As you wish. I’ll fuck you so hard, sweetheart. Gonna make you mine.”

His words elicit a whimper out of me, my mouth watering at the image of him bending me over, claiming me like an animal. His erection is pressed against me, and I feel him twitch. Damn, he’s just as wound up as I am. The sexual current crackling between us is undeniable. I arch into him, grind my hips.

He palms my breast and slides his other hand to my soaked panties. His thumb circles my clit. “You’re fucking wet.”

I let out another moan. What’s he waiting for?

“You sure you want me to ruin you?”

“Oh, God, yes. Yes, please. Don’t hold back.”

He grasps the hem of my panties, shoves them down my legs. “I won’t be gentle.”

I nod, my lips parted, drawing desperate breaths.

“Maybe I should tie you up first.”

Rubbing against him, I mewl in protest. “Please, baby. I need you. Now.”

The last word barely leaves my lips when he sinks inside me. I toss my head back at the ceiling.

Sweet Jesus. This. This state of sublime ecstasy, of being connected to that special someone, is what I’ve lived for every day since I met Ethan six months ago. A small part of me is wary of moving too fast, tripping into a wall of make-believe, of fairytales that end in tears.

But in this moment where there’s only us and everything else ceases to exist, I see it crystal clear — what we have is real, even if he feels like a dream, the way his thick cock is stroking the sweet, tender spots deep inside me. Each breathtaking thrust winds me tighter and tighter.

My legs threaten to give out. Desperate for some leverage, I press my palms into the window-sill. My gaze falls on the incredible scenery, on our faint reflection in the window, on my engagement ring catching the light from every angle.

“Ethan,” I breathe. “Don’t come yet, please. Let me look at you.”

He growls in response and spins me over. I’m flattened against the glass, swept away by our animalistic passion.

He knees my thighs apart and slides his cock home, like he can’t wait to reconnect, his breathing frantic like mine, eyes dark and predatory and full of emotion. Open and vulnerable to each other. No barrier between us. Raw moans spill from our mouths accompanied by the vicious slaps of our bodies.

“Come for me, love,” he whispers. “Now.”

Electrified, I scream. Unraveling in the span of one… two… three seconds. A teeth-grinding, toe-curling, full-body climax rolls through me.

“That’s it. Just like that, babe. You’re milking my dick so good. Fuck.” He shudders and empties himself inside me, searing me with pulse after pulse of liquid heat.

I’m still shaking when he collapses into me, holds me tight in his arms.

“I love you, Zoey,” he whispers. “For the record, this wasn’t what I had in mind when I said to go slow.”

Basking in bliss, I murmur, “We have the weekend.”

“No, angel.” He nuzzles against my ear. “We’re gonna have a lifetime of this.”