Free The Cabin (The Cabin Novellas (Book One)) by Natalie Stark Page B

going any further.
    “What’s wrong?” he whispered, looking along the length of my body at me.
    “Nothing,” I smiled, rolling him onto his back. “Close your eyes.”
    As he closed them, it was my turn to caress him. I kissed his firm chest as gently as he’d kissed mine. I moved my lips over his flat stomach. Slowly, I curled my fingers around his cock. It stiffened under my touch. I slid my hand gently up and down its length. Quinn let out a murmur. With my free hand, I gently squeezed his balls. They felt heavy yet soft in my hand. As I tenderly played with them, I slipped my lips over the tip of his cock. It grew bigger and quivered. I drew the tip of my tongue around the top of it. It had a musky and slightly salty taste from where he had come earlier. Closing my lips fully around the end of his cock, I sucked it into my mouth. At the same time, I gave his balls a gentle squeeze with my other hand. With his cock in my mouth, I slid my tongue up and down the length of it. I felt Quinn shudder on top of the bed. I eased his cock out of my mouth, then took it again. I slowly slid it in and out of my mouth, trapping the tip of it between my lips, and then sliding it deep inside. His cock felt warm and filled my mouth as I teased him with each suck. It was a seductive act which turned me on as much as it did him. I felt his stomach muscles tighten, which told me that if I continued, he would soon come. I didn’t want him to come just yet.
    I slipped his cock from between my lips, it stood up, hard and stiff, and I climbed over him. Enjoying the look of excitement on his face, I brushed the opening of my wet hole over the end of his cock.
    He murmured.
    “How does that feel?” I whispered, rubbing my clit against him.
    “Incredible,” he groaned.
    “Good,” I sighed, taking him fully into me, lowering myself down on to his cock.
    Quinn raised his hips an inch or two off the bed, trying to push every last inch of him up into me. I bore down on him, leaning back, my long hair cascading down my back. With my breasts jutting forward, Quinn seemed unable to resist them as he reached out for them. I eased myself slowly up and down as he played gently with my nipples. Slipping my hand down between my legs, I began to stroke my clit as I rode him. Leaning back, I raised my hips slowly up and down, taking him in and out of me, while I played with myself.
    Quinn grabbed my arse, guiding me up and down, taking control of the speed in which I moved. He brushed the tip of his forefinger over my anus, and I squirmed. To be touched there made me feel cheap – it felt wrong. His finger lingered, as if waiting for me to move away. When I didn’t, Quinn began to gently stroke me there. It felt so fucking good and it turned me on more than I thought it would. I bent forward, lifting my butt into the air so Quinn could push further if he wanted to. And he did. As I rubbed my clit harder and faster, Quinn slipped the tip of his finger into my anus up to his first knuckle. It made me feel dirty in a strange way. With so many erotic sensations flooding through my body, it felt like there wasn’t just Quinn in the room pleasuring me. I felt dizzy, almost drunk with sexual excitement as I slid up and down on his cock, as I circled my finger around my clit, and Quinn pushed his finger further up. I had never known such intense feelings all at once. I didn’t think it would ever be possible. With every sexual part of my being aroused at the same time, I began to tremor, moan, and shake. I’d never needed to come so much in my life. The pressure inside of me had built to a crescendo as Quinn and I fucked each other. I continued to rub my clit over and over and that feeling in my anus grew ever more intense.
    I peered through half open eyes down at Quinn and he looked as lost in the moment as I did. It was like the world outside of the cabin had ceased to exist. There was only me and Quinn left and the exhilarating feelings of desire