Secret Retreat - Episode 1

She found the cabin after midnight. Still air pressed against her skin when she opened the door. Inside, the bed sat waiting—thick sheets, warm lamplight, a half-empty bottle of red on the dresser. He stood behind her and slid her coat down her arms. Silk blouse whispered open under his fingers. Her nipples tightened the second cool air met them. He thumbed one, slow and firm, until she exhaled through parted lips. She stepped out of her skirt without being asked. Bare skin met the down comforter when he eased her onto her stomach. His palm traced the small of her back, then lower, parting her thighs. Two fingers glided through wet heat and pressed inside without warning. She arched, breath catching. He worked them steady, curling just enough to make her hips rock back. The zipper behind her hissed. His cock—thick, flushed—slid between her cheeks once, twice, before he lined up. One smooth thrust and he sank deep. She clawed at the sheet, legs shaking. He set a hard rhythm, each stroke knocking the headboard against the wall. Sweat slicked her spine. He reached around, found her clit, and rubbed tight circles until her thighs clenched and she came hard around him, pulse fluttering. He followed seconds later, spilling hot and deep while he groaned her name against her shoulder blade.