Hut-cabin-thing christening

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It's as he pulls her into the cabin and kicks the door shut that he realizes that he hasn't had her here, not since the change occurred. There's something about a cabin that makes it seem cozier. And more conducive to this.

The interior is dim, lit only by the thin light from the one window, but that doesn't much matter. It's warm, and the pile of quilts that serves as his bed will be even warmer. He drops his jacket heedlessly onto the floor and hooks a hand around her waist, pulling her firmly against him and bending to capture her mouth with his, his other hand cupping her face. "Missed this," he growls.

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Moving slowly, he slides his finger out of her and strokes it up, wet and glistening, over her clit, only light pressure. He lifts his mouth away from her and only his fingers are touching her now. "You like this?" he asks, giving her clit a slightly sharper flick with a fingertip. His voice is low and teasing and amused. "I mean, I could do this for a long time if you do..."

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She whimpers, straining up though she isn't actually tied to anything. She grinds her hips forward, the light touch over her clit not enough at all, and he knows it, and he's laughing at her.

"More. Please."

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"God, if you could see yourself," he says, as if she's said nothing at all, and his teasing finger starts to trace up further, leaving a shining trail of moisture over her belly. The temptation to lunge for her, to dive between her legs and taste her, is almost overpowering but he beats it back. Not yet.

And he's so glad he didn't gag her.

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"I just want you," she says, almost whines, starts to close her legs to press her trembling thighs together and try and stop the aching in her cunt, aching for him because he's teasing her and he's loving it, her belly tense and hot under his trailing finger, her breasts shivering with her quick breathing.

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"Okay," he says and he chuckles low in his throat. "If you're sure."

One quick movement and he's on the bed again and braced over her, close enough to smell her as he bends and pulls her thighs roughly apart and runs his tongue over her cunt in one long, slow swipe, because he's not sure there's ever going to be a time when he can resist the taste of her.

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"I'm always -"

She loses her words entirely when she feels his tongue against her, his mouth against her cunt, and she rolls her hips and squirms and struggles a little against the binding on her wrists. She lifts her hips and tries to grind against him.

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He hadn't been planning to stay long but the way she's pressing herself against him is too sweet to abandon just yet and he slides his hands under her to cup her ass, lifting her to his mouth and pushing his tongue hard into her, moaning and too eager to be delicate.

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As far as she's concerned, he could pretty much do nothing with his time but eat, sleep and this and she'd be happy. Normally, she'd be happy, but now it makes her moan, loud, her head falling back and her hips snapping forward.

"Oh, fuck, yes."

After that, she doesn't make much sense.

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He laughs, which is a little strange with his tongue in her, all over her, her taste filling his mouth and he would drink her if he could. He swirls and flicks and laps at her and the only things that come close to this are the sounds she's making, loud rough things that feel almost physical.

Yes. Definitely glad he didn't gag her.

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She's so close already, his mouth always doing this to her, bringing her this easily to this point, and she bends her arms, pressing her bound wrists against covered eyes as he fucks her with his tongue, makes her squirm, so close that her hips are starting to loose their rhythm.

"Please..."

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He doesn't really know what she's saying please to and he frankly doesn't think she knows either, but the timbre of her voice sets off faint warning bells and he pulls back abruptly with mouth and hands, crouching between her legs with the sweet taste of her still on his lips. She's beautiful, fucking gorgeous with her back still arched and her breasts heaving and her cheeks flushed pink on pale skin.

She's almost too beautiful to touch. Almost.

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She knew that he was going to do that, but, at the same time, had sort of hoped that he wouldn't. Her hands still in front of her eyes, she whimpers and huffs out her breath, tries to press her thighs together but with him there can only press them against him, trembling.

"Bastard," she forces out through clenched teeth.

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"Uh huh." He's grinning now, hugely. He probably shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but it's pretty fucking impossible not to now, not when she's breathless and shaking like this, and looking so inviting. He lays his hands gently on the sides of her thighs and strokes up to her hips, so light it's really just his fingertips touching her. "You wanted me to do something," he says. "You know, I just can't remember what it was."

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She squirms under the light touch on her skin, head tipped back, baring her throat, bound hairs and covered eyes.

"Fuck me."

She's trying not to think about when she did this to him; how long she made him wait, how hard she pushed him.

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"Yeah," he breathes, and if there's still amusement in his voice it's not nearly so audible now. "That was it." And he slides his hands under her thighs and lifts them against his waist, plunging forward and burying his cock in her with one deep thrust.

It's not so much that he didn't want to make her wait anymore as it is that he couldn't stand to.

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There's a sound that's part sigh, part gasp that leaks out of her as he pushes his cock into her without warning, stretches her, fills her, and somehow she'd been expecting it much harder than this, expecting him to slap her and tease her, but she isn't complaining. She wraps her legs around his waist and wriggles and rocks, fucking herself on his cock before he even starts to move.

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Suddenly being inside her took his breath away and now the way she's moving is making it hard to fucking think, and he falls forward so he's braced over her, forcing his own hips to be still. One hand shoots up, grips her bound wrists and slams them down high over her head. "Slow," he hisses.

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When he slams her hands over her head, it arches her body, presses her breasts forward, pushes her more insistantly down onto his cock. With a deep breath, she manages to force her hips still for a moment. When he doesn't move, she whines, frustrated, and starts to wriggle, fucking herself, more or less.

She doesn't know if she's going slow or now. Probably not.
She doesn't much care.

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He wants to laugh again when she still doesn't stop wriggling and moving against him but he holds it back hard, because cracking up at this point would be a bit of a mood killer. Probably. Instead, he shifts the hand fisted into the covers at her side down to her hip, gripping and pressing her firmly into the bed. He lowers his mouth to her ear, still keeping her hands held above her head. "Hold still," he growls, and tries to keep the amusement out of his voice.

Not that this is any easier for him. But that's part of the fun of it.

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Through sheer force of will, she managed to keep herself still, breathing hard, flexing her hands. The feel of him inside her made him breathless.

"Bastard."

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"You love it." He's grinning now, unable to stop himself, and he leans in and kisses her slowly, trying to concentrate all his attention on only that. And then he allows it to shift slightly as he moves his hips back slightly and then forward again, a lazy movement that's barely even a thrust. And even so it pulls a low, thick moan out of him and his hands tighten on her wrists and her hip.

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Even that small movement made her squirm, his moan drawing an echoing moan out of her. She bent her leg, ran her foot up his shin.

"Just fuck me, Mike. You know you want to."

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He laughs slightly against her and nips at her bottom lip as he moves again, out further and in deeper, a little faster and gasping with it, his hand sliding up her hip to her waist. "I do," he murmurs. "Always do."

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A smile flickered across her face below the blindfold as he started to fuck her properly. She lifted her other leg, wrapping it around him, holding him tight against him.

"I love you," she groaned. "I love you, I love you."

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"I love you too." His voice is low and rough and he isn't even trying to hold her hips down anymore, thrusting into her harder though with no great speed yet. His hand moves from her waist down to her thigh, hitching it higher against him, allowing him a deeper angle. "So good," he breathes, biting lightly at her jaw.