He lifted his head. “I’m not finished yet.”

His voice was dark, deep, rough, and sexy. It made my hair stand on end. Everything that had happened was like sensory overload. “I need a break, baby. Let me do you first, okay?”

He stared at me for a moment longer before rolling over. I was shocked to see how big he was. The urge to impale myself on that massive shaft, all the way to the hilt, condom be damned, was nearly overpowering, but I got on my hands and knees and began to crawl over to him. As my breasts neared his mouth though, he captured a nipple in it while his hand kneaded the other breast. All over again, I felt myself get wet and swollen for him, if that was even possible. I wanted to tell him to stop it, but what he was doing was far too distracting and delectable for me to even think of stopping him. His hand found my pussy and I felt him insert one thick, rough finger into me while his thumb played with my clit.

Oh, Sweet Jesus.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I just stayed in that position until I went over the edge. The orgasm was so intense I collapsed in a heap, half my body on Cade, and the other half on the floor. I imagined my scream leaving the cabin and travelling over the snow-capped mountain.

He stroked my hair. “Now it’s your turn.”

I could smell him from where he lay, cum leaking from his erect cock. His scent was driving me crazy, sweet yet raw and totally masculine. I shuffled forward and slid my tongue along his warm shaft. His taste matched his scent. Utterly seductive.

I sucked him further into my mouth, my lips gliding over the satin smoothness, until his cock bumped the back of my throat. When I eased up a little to keep from gagging, I felt him pull his hips away. Immediately, I drove back down. I loved the taste of him and the sensation of his hardness throbbing in my mouth, and I wasn’t letting him go anywhere.

He was all mine. Every last inch.

I cupped his balls in my hand while rolling and stroking them. Inhaling through my nose I sank all the way down. Further than before. His eyes widened as his cock slipped into my throat.

“Christ, Katrina, I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer.”

High on how little control he seemed to have left, I drove down until his entire cock was buried in my throat. I was aching for it to be inside me, but I ignored the craving, and focused solely on his pleasure. My tongue was flat and caressing.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” he growled. His fingers clawed into my hair and he tried to pull me off him as his hips began to buck uncontrollably.

I grabbed his hips and held on.

His abs were clenched and a sheen of sweat glistened on his skin. “You want me to come in your mouth?”

Looking deep into his eyes, I nodded.

He lost control then. Rearing he began to fuck my mouth harder. I let him thrust into my mouth and throat while I watched his face. He was savoring every second of this. A roar from somewhere deep inside of him tore out of his throat as his plunges became faster and more urgent.

Still I sucked. Up and down the long thick length of him. My cheeks were hollow and my jaw had begun to ache. His movements became more forceful, like a piston. I felt his cock become thicker in my mouth, the veins bulging against my tongue, as the first spurt of salty cum hit the back of my throat.

Grabbing my face, he drove the rest of his climax into my throat. I never took my eyes off him. I felt his hot seed slide down my throat and fill my belly. Eventually, his thrusts slowed, then stilled.

While his breathing returned to normal, I licked his cock clean. Then I looked up at him and grinned. “Well, we could go through the rest of those sixty-nine options, and hike down to my car for supplies at first light?”

He scratched his chin and looked out of the window. It was already pitch black. “That’s a plan, I suppose.”

“We’ll fill up on appetizers and wait for the main course.” I sighed, resigned to the prospect of waiting. I refused to make silly mistakes with my body. I had no room for babies or diseases in my life. There was still plenty of fun to be had without intercourse.

“In the meantime, I have an idea,” I added.

“By the look in your eyes I bet I’m going to like it.”

“Here, sit on the stool. I’ll do a dance for you. It’s kind of a specialty of mine.”

“Oh, my God.”

“Have you got any music?”

“Only what’s on the radio.”

I scanned along the airwaves to find anything I could move to. The channel that came through strongest played classical music. It was not exactly sexy, but then I found a country channel that was playing Carly Simon’s You’re So Vain. Perfect. I could work with that.

There were a couple of beams in the middle of the cabin. I could use those like a pole to show my strength and flexibility; and to make him drool. All my clothes except my panties were already off, so no strip tease segments to this dance.

I started off with my back to him on the other side of the beam. Turning my uninjured knee out I traced my foot up my calf and then pointed it out to the side. Taking hold of the beam with my opposite arm, I hooked my outstretched heel in my other hand. Raising my leg out to the side I levered myself into something that looked like a standing split.

“Oh, my God,” Cade ejaculated.

I held onto the beam and lowered myself so that my ass perched out from behind the beam in full view. With his attention fully captured, I danced around him, as sensuous as a snake in the garden of Eden. I moved my hips so close to his face, I actually caught him helplessly inhaling my scent. As his hand came up to grab me I slipped away.

I was letting the music guide my pace, but I was also listening out for cues from Cade. I wanted to give him so much visually I’d have him not just hungry but mercilessly hooked and addicted before we even began our next session.

I centered myself against the beam once more, let go of my outstretched leg and let it wrap around the beam behind me. Keeping my foot tucked there for balance, I leaned the top half of my body down and allowed my breasts to fall forward. Then, I twisted my body to a sideways position with my leg still hooked up to expose a sly view of my lady glory.

“Lord, have mercy.”

I giggled at his response, but kept it going: there was still the piece-de-résistance. Gracefully, I plucked out a long scarf hanging from a nearby hook and threw it around one of the beams. Facing Cade now, I held on to the two ends of the scarf and began to lean back as I slowly drew myself up. Hanging from the beam I suddenly opened my legs while keeping them straight.

There.

He was getting the full-frontal treatment. My whole pussy was at eye level, open, and exposed to his gaze. I knew I was wet and I was showing him just how wet I was.

“Oh God, I can’t take it, anymore.” Cade jumped up.

I turned around and shimmied my ass at him.

In a flash, he pulled on a pair of jeans and his shirt. Without a word, he snatched a torch from a shelf and bolted out of the door, grabbing his boots on the way.

I burst out laughing.