We had been planning this weekend getaway for months. Just the two of us, escaping the city for a secluded cabin in the woods. The drive up was filled with anticipation, our hands intertwined, sharing secret smiles. I could feel the excitement bubbling under the surface, and by the time we arrived, I was ready for what I knew was going to be an unforgettable weekend.

The cabin was perfect—cozy, with a large bed covered in soft blankets and a fireplace that added just the right amount of warmth. The view from the windows was breathtaking, but all I could think about was the way your eyes darkened with desire every time you looked at me.

That evening, we opened a bottle of wine and sat by the fire, our conversation growing softer, our touches lingering longer. I was wearing a simple dress, something easy to slip off, and every time you touched my thigh or brushed my hair away from my face, I felt my body respond. I could see the firelight flickering in your eyes, but there was a different kind of heat between us.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against mine, and suddenly, nothing else mattered. The kiss deepened, your hands exploring my body through the fabric of my dress, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I wanted you so badly, needed to feel your skin against mine, and I could tell you were just as desperate.

Without breaking the kiss, you lifted me into your arms and carried me to the bed. I gasped as you laid me down, the softness of the blankets beneath me contrasting with the intensity of your gaze. You slowly undressed me, taking your time, savoring every inch of exposed skin. Each touch sent waves of pleasure through me, and by the time I was naked before you, I was already soaked with desire.

You kissed your way down my body, your hands caressing my breasts, my hips, my thighs. I moaned softly as your lips found the sensitive spot on my neck, and your fingers slid between my legs, teasing me, making me squirm with need.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. “I need you.”

You smiled, that knowing, confident smile that always drove me wild, and you took your time getting undressed. I watched, my breath hitching as each piece of clothing fell away, revealing your toned body, the muscles rippling under your skin. By the time you joined me on the bed, I was aching for you.

You hovered over me, your lips capturing mine in a deep, passionate kiss, your body pressing against mine, hot and firm. I wrapped my legs around your waist, pulling you closer, feeling the hardness of your cock against my wetness.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” you murmured, your voice low and husky.

“Yes,” I breathed, my nails digging into your back as I arched into you, desperate to feel you inside me.

You didn’t make me wait any longer. With one slow, deliberate thrust, you filled me completely, and I cried out in pleasure. You set a slow, steady rhythm, each movement sending waves of ecstasy through my body. You knew exactly how to touch me, how to move, driving me higher and higher with every thrust.

I wrapped my arms around your neck, pulling you closer, needing to feel your lips on mine, needing to be as close to you as possible. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the world outside the cabin fading away until there was nothing but us, nothing but this moment.

“God, you feel so good,” you groaned, your pace quickening as you drove us both closer to the edge. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with anticipation. You seemed to sense it too, your movements becoming more intense, more urgent. I was lost in the sensation, lost in you, and when my orgasm finally hit, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I screamed your name, my body convulsing with pleasure as you continued to thrust into me, pushing me over the brink.

You followed soon after, your body tensing as you came deep inside me, filling me with your warmth. We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in unison.

For a long moment, we just lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow. The fire crackled softly in the background, casting a warm glow over us as we drifted off to sleep, completely spent but utterly satisfied.

That weekend was everything I had hoped for and more. We spent the next two days exploring each other, learning every curve, every secret. It was romantic, it was wild, and it was the beginning of something even deeper between us. I couldn’t wait to see where our passion would take us next.