My balls are in fucking agony with the need to bury my dick inside that tight pussy. She’s limp, spent, but I’ll bring her back to the edge before I take my clothes off. She’s kissing me like her life depends on it, our tongues tangling, my hands on her breasts, hers fumbling at my coat.

I pull back.

“Hey, baby. Was it good for you, too?” I grin, though she can’t see me.

“Oh, my God.”

I rise on my knees, shrug out of my coat and pull my t-shirt over my head. Her hands are on my chest, beckoning me to lie next to her. But my pants are still in the way, and I can’t get them off until the boots are off. I roll onto my backside and bend to undo the laces.

Even though it’s dark as midnight in hell down here, she somehow finds my boots, and undoes one lace while I undo the other, kick the boots off, and lift myself on my heels and shoulders to get my pants off. She’s helping, tugging desperately at my clothes like her life depends on getting me out of them. I push her hands away and undo the belt buckle and stiff button on the pants. Her itchy fingers are already back. She unzips me and reaches inside.

I’m commando. I’m always commando. Who has time to deal with underwear when there are women to fuck on my breaks? Her little hand encircles me, and the rest of my reason goes out the figurative window as her lips follow.

Her mouth is warm, sweet, and greedy. She swirls her tongue around the engorged head. Fuck, I wish I could see her taking me between those soft lips. My pole disappearing into that sweet wet mouth and into her throat. She sucks, hard, and my balls tighten. Her fingers clench me at the root, while her other hand explores my tight balls gently.

Damn, she’s good.

I lie back fully as she swings one knee over my leg and then the other. She’s kneeling, servicing my dick with her mouth, and I’m going to lose it soon. But I don’t want it to stop. When I can’t take it anymore without exploding, I grip her arms and try to lift her.

“Stop, unless you want me to come in your mouth,” I gnarl out.

I die a little as she pulls her lips all the way to the head and releases me.

“Would you like that?” she purrs.

Hell, yes, I’d like that. But I’d like to come inside her even more. She’s tight as a virgin, from disuse, I suspect. That loyalty to her man is hugely attractive to me. I’ve become too accustomed to the other kind of woman. This time, with Lila, I want to take my sweet time. I long to tease her to the brink of orgasm over and over, for as long as I can hold out.

She may not know it, but the fire has passed. I can tell but I guess that comes from experience. Already it’s cooler in here, and the roaring noise is gone. But I figure we have at least an hour before my crew makes it up here to see if we’ve survived. I plan to make use of every minute.

“Next time, maybe,” I answer. “Come here.”

She climbs up my body and straddles me, taking my dick in her hand and guiding me into her. Just the tip. For a second, I hold my breath as she hovers there. With exquisite care, she takes me, an inch at a time, until we’re connected as deeply as we can be. Her soft sounds of pleasure make me leap within her. The sensation of the entire length of me pushing at hers has me rasping for air.

“Move your hips a little, sweetheart,” I husk. “You’ve got me pinned here.”

She doesn’t answer. I’m forced to visualize that look of utter satisfaction she had in the studio, but it’s all right. I can feel the muscles of her inner walls milking me. She’s sliding up and down, but so slowly I can’t take it anymore. Flexing my whole body, I lift her and roll, pinning her beneath me.

“Lift your legs, baby. Give me more.”

She splays her legs and wraps them around me, running her hands over my back and digging in like before. That’s my signal to pump, hard and fast. I hunch over and latch onto one nipple, biting softly every time she digs her nails into my back. Soon, I’m biting harder, and she’s drawing blood, I’m sure.

I swear I can taste honey and cinnamon, and though I can’t see a thing, colored streaks of light zip past my eyes like shooting stars.

“I’m coming, babe,” I groan.

Immediately, her pussy clamps down on me like a vice, and I go off like a rocket. Her orgasm rocks through her. My dick is too sensitive to take it more than a couple of times. Each time she squeezes, I jump like she’s shoving a hot poker up my ass. With the third time, I jerk out of her.

“Oh,” she says, like a little kid that’s dropped her ice cream cone. And she bursts into tears.

“Wait, what? I thought… I’m sorry, sweetheart. I thought you came with me. I’ll fix it.”

I reach between us to find her clit, and she swats my hand away. I roll off her, flop my forearm onto my forehead. I don’t get it.

“I did,” she sobs. “It was so beautiful.”

“Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know,” she sobs.

I roll back to her and gather her in my arms.

“It’s the release of tension,” I say, like I know what the fuck I’m talking about.

Her arms come around me and she buries her face in the corner between my arm and chest. Next thing I know, I’m waking up. She’s still curled in my arms, but the pup is licking my face.

“Hey, boy. Go lay down,” I order.

He whines. Lila’s head comes off my arm, which has gone numb. Those unbearable tingles of life returning to a sleeping limb start. I groan and rub the arm, lightly punching her in the shoulder.

“Ow. I’m still here you know.”

“Sorry. Hey, I think it’s over.”

“The fire? Or us?” she asks.

Us? There is no us… Unless she’s fallen for me. Shit. That happens sometimes. I’ll just have to let her down gently. Just one problem with that, I think, remembering the blow job. She may be the best I’ve ever had. Okay, so sex is important to me. Shoot me.

She’s still in love with her dead fiancé, I tell myself. No use getting mixed up in that. But I hedge my bets. Don’t ask me why, I just get this feeling I really do still want to get to know her.

“The fire.”

She sighs. Is it relief? Suddenly the darkness gets to me. I need to see her face and untangle what’s happening here. I stand and fumble for the matches, drop the box, and feel for it on the ground. There it is. I take a match and stand to light the lantern, bumping my head on it on the way up. I’m batting a thousand.

In the soft light, she’s more beautiful than I’d realized. Her red-gold hair is tousled from our short nap, her cheeks and breasts pink from my handling. I’m irresistibly drawn to kiss her nipples. She pulls my head up for a soul-searing kiss on the lips.

“Is it next time yet?” she purrs.

Holy crap, the woman’s insatiable. That’s my kind of woman. I wish it were next time, but I think my buddies will be here soon.

“Let’s look outside and wait for my crew. But soon, I promise.”

She smiles lazily at me and stretches, her arms behind her lower back and her breasts jutting forward. She’s killing me.

“Get dressed, woman, before I eat you for lunch,” I growl.

She laughs, a fantastic, belly-rolling laugh. I can’t help but smile happily at her.

We pull on our clothes, and she picks up the beagle, while I climb the ladder and start to open the hatch. I flinch when my blistered hand touches the still-warm metal. Why didn’t I feel the pain when I had this hand all over her luscious tit?

I push the door open, and cautiously stick my head out. A soft rain is falling. Too soft to hear against the metal of the door, I guess. To my shock, I can see the cabin, still standing. I climb all the way out and stand, open-mouthed. I can’t understand how it survived the blast we heard raging overhead.

“Is it completely gone?”

Her worried voice floats up to me.

“You’re not going to believe it,” I answer.

Then I turn, and my heart sinks. What may have been more valuable to her, the studio, her garage, and car, are just smoldering heaps of ash. Her paintings are gone. She’s going to be devastated.