She pushed the cabin door shut behind her. The room smelled like cedar and woodsmoke. He stood by the window, shirt open, the sunset burning orange across his chest. She crossed the floor without speaking. Her hands found the edge of his belt, fingers working fast, knuckles brushing warm skin. The buckle gave with a soft metallic click. He watched her kneel. She took him in her mouth, slow at first, then deeper, until her lips met her fist. Saliva ran down her wrist. He groaned, one hand in her hair, guiding the rhythm. She pulled back just long enough to lick the head, tasting him, then swallowed him again. The wet sounds filled the quiet room. Outside, wind moved through the trees. Inside, she worked him until his thighs tightened and he pulled her up, spun her around, bent her over the table. Her shorts hit the floor. He slid into her in one smooth thrust. She gasped, fingers gripping the wood, legs shaking. He drove into her hard, the table legs scraping against the floorboards. Sweat slicked their skin. Each thrust knocked the breath from her lungs. When she came, it tore through her fast and sharp. He followed seconds later, buried deep, pulse after pulse. They stayed like that, breathing hard, the sunset fading outside the glass.
She pushed the cabin door shut behind her. The room smelled like cedar and woodsmoke. He stood by the window, shirt open, the sunset burning orange across his chest. She crossed the floor without speaking. Her hands found the edge of his belt, fingers working fast, knuckles brushing warm skin. The buckle gave with a soft metallic click. He watched her kneel. She took him in her mouth, slow at first, then deeper, until her lips met her fist. Saliva ran down her wrist. He groaned, one hand in her hair, guiding the rhythm. She pulled back just long enough to lick the head, tasting him, then swallowed him again. The wet sounds filled the quiet room. Outside, wind moved through the trees. Inside, she worked him until his thighs tightened and he pulled her up, spun her around, bent her over the table. Her shorts hit the floor. He slid into her in one smooth thrust. She gasped, fingers gripping the wood, legs shaking. He drove into her hard, the table legs scraping against the floorboards. Sweat slicked their skin. Each thrust knocked the breath from her lungs. When she came, it tore through her fast and sharp. He followed seconds later, buried deep, pulse after pulse. They stayed like that, breathing hard, the sunset fading outside the glass.