"Touch me properly. Stop teasing."
"But teasing is half the fun." He hooked a finger under the lace, pulling it down to expose one breast. Her nipple was tight and pink, begging for his mouth. "Though I suppose I can make an exception for my wife."
He sucked her nipple hard, feeling her back bow off the blankets. Her hands found his hair, holding him there. He worked her with teeth and tongue until she was writhing beneath him, then switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
"More," she gasped. "I need more."
"Greedy." But he kissed down her stomach, hooking his fingers in the lace covering her core. "Lift up."
She did, and he pulled the fabric away, leaving her completely bare. Her pussy was already wet, glistening in the firelight. He spread her thighs wider, wanting to see everything.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this." He traced one finger through her folds, feeling her jerk at the contact. "Spread open for me. Already dripping."
"Your fault." Her voice came out breathy. "You've been looking at me like you want to devour me all night."
"I do want to devour you." He slid one finger inside her, feeling her clench around him. "Want to taste every inch of you. Make you come on my tongue until you forget your own name."
"Then do it."
He added a second finger, working her slowly while his thumb found her clit. She rolled her hips, chasing the friction. Her shadows wrapped around his arms, trembling like she was.
"Not yet." He withdrew his fingers, ignoring her sound of protest. "I want you desperate first."
"I am desperate."
"Not enough." He leaned down, breath ghosting over her pussy. "Tell me what you want."
"Your mouth. Your tongue. Fuck, anything." Her hands fisted in the blankets. "Please, Tristan."
He finally gave her what she craved, his tongue tracing through her folds before finding her clit. She tasted sweet and perfect, exactly like he remembered from before. He sucked her clit into his mouth, feeling her whole body go taut.
"Yes, like that." Her hips started moving against his face. "Don't stop."
He had no intention of stopping. He worked her with tongue and lips and the occasional scrape of teeth, building her up steadily. His fingers joined his mouth, thrusting inside her while he sucked her clit.
She came with a cry that echoed off the cabin walls, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers. He worked her through it, drawing out the pleasure until she pushed at his head with shaking hands.
"Too much," she gasped.
"Never too much." But he crawled up her body, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself. "Ready for my cock now?"
"God, yes. Please."
He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against slick heat. "Look at me."
She did, silver eyes meeting his. He pushed inside slowly, feeling her stretch around him. Still tight despite how wet she was. Still perfect.
"Fuck, you feel good." He bottomed out, holding still to let her adjust. "So tight around me. Like you were made for my cock."
"I was." Her legs wrapped around his waist. "Made for you. Only you."
He started moving, slow and deep, angling to hit the spot inside her that made her gasp. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks he'd wear proudly.
"Harder," she demanded.
He gave her what she desired, his hips snapping forward with enough force to make her breasts bounce. "This what you need? Me fucking you hard?"
"Yes. Exactly that." Her head fell back, exposing the mate mark on her neck. "Don't hold back. I want all of you."
