He drapes the large towel over my hair and it hangs over my dripping body like Little Red Riding Hood’s cape. Maybe he is the big bad wolf I was supposed to be scared of.

Maybe he’ll eat me.

I smile at the thought. What is it about him that makes me ache for his touch? I’ve never met anyone like him. I gaze at his thick forearms, they could be sculpted from granite. Clearly years of hard labor have chiseled his muscles, giving him a body that men who spend half their lives in the gym could only dream of.

Stacey and her husband Tom pop into my mind. He’s not built like them. His muscles don’t look like they’ve been blown up with an air pump until they are about to explode. Sawyer is solid. I glance at the bulge pressing against his pants. Well, there is one muscle that looks like it might explode… inside me.

“Thank you for the bath, I feel so much better,” I lean into him as he dries my skin.

“Good,” his voice is deep and rumbles in my ear, “I’m about to make you feel even better than that,” he quickly lifts me from my feet with the towel around me and walks me into the bedroom.

I throw my arms around his neck pressing my cheek against his beard. I’m amazed how soft and clean he keeps something that looks so gruff and manly.

Sawyer lays me on the bed and strips down in front of me. I shamelessly watch as he peels off his pants and his cock springs up in front of my face.

“I love how you look at me,” Sawyer sounds amused. “Like you can’t get enough of this,” he wraps his hand around his cock and gives it a tug. “You’d think I hadn’t just fucked you a few hours ago.”

“I want more,” I whisper, like I’m confessing a sin. I lick my lips and slide off the edge of the bed, falling to my knees in front of him. A bead of precum glistens on the head of his dick and I swipe my tongue over it, savoring it like an appetizer before the main course.

Sawyer groans and I open my mouth wide, pushing my lips over his girth inch by inch. He’s big. Too big to take the whole thing this way, but it won’t stop me from giving him the most pleasure I can.

My nipples grow taut and my pussy clenches as I kneel in front of him. I love how he towers over me, commanding and strong. I flatten my tongue and take his thick cock as far into my mouth as I can manage, sucking on him like I’m starving for his cum. I want to make him feel as amazing as he’s made me feel. Not just from giving me orgasms, but the way he takes care of me. How he cooked for me, how he gave me a bath, how he makes me feel safe, how he looks at me. I’ve never met anyone who has ever made me feel so… loved.

I push the thought away and concentrate on making him feel loved instead. Loved by my mouth. I swirl my tongue over his steel dick and feel him tense up and grunt like I’ve hurt him somehow.

Sawyer pulls out of my mouth and lifts me from the floor, “Get up here,” he plops me down on the bed.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t that feel good?” I frown.

He climbs up onto the bed, “No, it didn’t feel good, it felt fucking amazing. Now get over here,” he grabs my thighs and twists me around so my pussy is hovering over his mouth. I can feel his breath blowing heat between my thighs. I lie down on him and wrap my hand around the base of his cock and slide him back inside my mouth just as I feel him bury his tongue inside me.

“Mmmm,” I swivel my hips, grinding down against his mouth as I bob my head over his dick, in unison with my pumping hands.

Sawyer plunges a finger into my pussy and presses another firmly against my asshole as he feverishly flickers his tongue over my clit.

I can see his balls tighten and his cock twitch in my mouth. I keep sucking on him while my mouth and hands work his dick together.

Sawyer presses his lips around my clit and sucks on it lightly, sliding his tongue over it gently. I moan loudly around his cock and my thighs tremble against the sides of his face as my orgasm jolts through me, bringing every nerve in my body to life.

I slurp and suck on his dick hard as I spasm against his mouth. The powerful shock wave he sent through my body begins to fade just as Sawyer grunts loudly and thrusts his cock deep in my mouth. It twitches against my tongue as his cum spills into my throat in a spurt that is almost too much to swallow.

Sawyer’s head drops from between my legs to the bed and, for a second, we both lie still, panting and enjoying the glow of our pleasure.

I sit up and twist around, snuggling in against his chest. He throws his arm over me, pulling me in tight.

“That was amazing,” his voice is hoarse and his breathing jagged. “I have half a mind to kidnap you once this storm is over and take you back to my cottage.”

“Oh yeah,” I smile, “who says it would be kidnapping?” I twirl my fingers in his chest hair and let myself indulge in the fantasy for a bit.

Sawyer’s breathing grows heavy and I realize he’s already asleep. I look outside the bedroom window at the snow that never seems to let up. Maybe I could get him to come back to the city, to stay with me. I know he won’t but I can’t help but hope. One thing is for sure - at some point, this snow will stop and I’m not ready for us to go our separate ways.