“What, you think I am going to claim your pussy, call itmineand not expect you to be just as possessive of my dick? It’s a two-way street, baby. I want to own every part of you, just like I want you to know youalreadyown every fucking part of me.” There is a shimmer of something deeper in her eyes as she takes in my words. Something neither of us are ready to voice yet, but I would bet my life we both feel.
I slide the head of my cock up and down her needy, wet center, making her eyes roll back in her head. “Watch,” I demand. And we both do, and I slip home, fast and hard, to the hilt. I fuck her harder, deeper. My strokes feel like tides crashing over both of us, consuming pleasure rippling down my spine.
“Right there, oh, please don’t stop,” my woman begs.
“I’m never going to stop.” I kiss her in a promise that belongs to this moment and far beyond.
“I need to come, please, please let me come, Remington.” Deep pulsing from inside of her tells me how close she is, and I am right there with her, unable to hold back.
“Yes, baby, come onyour cock. Let me fill upmy sweet pussy,” I growl.
“Yes, yes ...” she screams out breathlessly, and we both come together in a perfect moment.
Heat, passion, and possession.
Mine. Every fucking part of her is mine.
“Sorry we got a late start,” Lainey says to me as we get close to our surprise destination.
“No you aren’t,” I laugh out, “and neither am I. I would take our morning a thousand times over and risk being stuck in some traffic.”
She hums happily and reaches over for my hand. “Me, too.”
I am taking her away for the weekend to my buddy Walker’s cabin. He doesn’t use it all the time, so when he’s not there he rents it out for extra income. This weekend he happened to have a cancellation.
We are in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, almost four hours from home. The drive here was breathtaking, and I can’t wait to be tucked away in our private cabin. Walker has done a lot of work to make this a special destination spot and has had a lot of people even book it for honeymoons. There is supposed to be an easy hiking trail that leads from the cabin to a small, but stunning, waterfall. I know that this is the perfect, romantic, special weekend Lainey and I need.
Following the GPS, I turn my truck onto the long windingdrive that leads up to a picture perfect, A-frame log cabin. It has a large front porch with four deck chairs in deep red, a mixture of colorful flowers in planters, and an abundance of windows to showcase the thick forest view all around us.
“Remington!” Lainey bounces in her seat excitedly. “Look at this place. It’s like a postcard. This is the most beautiful thing I have seen.”
The most beautiful thing I have seen is sitting right next to me.
“Come on, let’s go check it out.” I grab our bags out of the truck, and we head up the wide steps. I punch in the door code that Walker gave me, and the door unlocks and swings open. Stepping inside, my eyes are instantly drawn to the tall ceilings and the massive widows at the back of the open cabin. From the wooden exterior, you’d think the inside would be dark, but it isn’t. There’s a cozy airiness with mountain touches, smooth dove-grey walls, thick accent beams, and a wood ceiling.
There is a single bedroom off to the right side of the cabin which houses a massive king-sized bed, cream and olive-green bedding that blend effortlessly with the forest and give a relaxed feel to the room. The bathroom has a deep claw-foot tub that Lainey drools all over the second she sees it, which makes me laugh. The kitchen is a mix of open shelves and closed navy-colored cabinets, dark granite counters, and a small island.
The best feature, however, is the deep, dark grey sectional that faces the back windows and a wall that has a handcrafted stone fireplace. Lainey snuggles up on the couch, pulling me down next to her. I wrap my arms around her and feel all the stress melt away.
“It’s so peaceful up here. Thank you for bringing us, Remington. I don’t think I even realized how much I needed this until I stepped out of the truck and took in a lungful of mountain air.”
“We both deserve this break, baby. The quiet, the calm. Nobody knows we are up here. We get to just enjoy each other.” Kissing her temple, we sink deeper into the couch and watch the sunlight dance through the forest. “This is our first adventure like this of many,” I promise her.
30
Lainey
Inever want to leave this cabin. It is freaking magical. The past two days have been cozy, lazy perfection. We have spent a lot of quality time exploring each other—staying up late and sleeping in is easy to do in the comfortable king-sized bed. If there was some way to copy and paste the claw-foot tub into my real life somehow, I would do it in a heartbeat. It was big enough for both of us to soak in last night, and I’d never felt more relaxed than I did laying in that tub, Remington at my back, his strong arms cocooning me in.
Today is our last day, and Remington promised an easy hike that ends with a surprise. I don’t have hiking boots, but he told me my running shoes would be fine. I paired them with black bike shorts, a pink sports bra, a loose white running tank, and pulled my hair half up in a small claw clip. When I stepped out onto the back deck where Remington was waiting for me he let out a low moan of appreciation when he took me in.
Now, we are hiking hand in hand through the quiet forest. The soft sunlight, fresh mountain air, and summer breeze are stirring up emotions in me that are hard to describe. One ofthe things that is so refreshing about being with Remington is that we don’t have to fill time with chatter. Of course we talk to each other, and I love each conversation, but I also appreciate these moments, too. They feel so intimate and completely ours. It’s as if he knows when my body just needs him, whether we are wrapped around each other in bed, him controlling every ounce of my pleasure, or if I just need his solid strong presence. Right now, it’s the latter.
Rounding a bend, Remington helps me down a rocky incline, and we hear a rushing sound of water that we couldn’t make out before. He grins at me and says, “Ready for the surprise?” I nod at him, and we walk a bit faster toward what I assume is our intended destination.
When we come to a bright clearing, my breath is stolen straight from my lungs. A stunning waterfall is pouring over a cliff face that must be a couple hundred feet high. The powerful water pools in a small lake of some kind where we are standing. It is not massive but is still impressive. There are wildflowers dotting the open, soft grassy area around us.
The breeze ruffles the hairs around my neck, and I shiver, not because I’m cold, but because I am trying to lock in the feeling of this moment. Looking up at Remington, I find his eyes already on me. “This is amazing,” I say honestly. “It looks like a painting, but a million times better.”
