AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The inside of the cabin is even more beautiful, spacious yet cozy. Comfortable furniture rests around a stone fireplace neatly stacked with logs, and subtle decor adorns the walls, making the place feel like a home away from home.
I notice a basket on the kitchen counter, left by the owner, filled with a bottle of wine and chocolate covered strawberries. I can't help but wonder if that was at Julian's request.
Julian picks up the wine, examining it with an appreciative eye. "Looks like we're in for a treat," he comments, waving the bottle slightly as he digs through the basket for a corkscrew.
Crap. I hadn’t even considered the possibility of alcohol. A fresh wave of guilt washes over me because I’m still keeping this secret from him. But I just need to find the right time to tell him.
Is there a right time?
I move to stand by the window, taking in the gentle stream surrounded by lush greenery, until I feel Julian’s presence behind me. I turn to find him holding two glasses of wine, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that sends a thrill through me. He hands me a glass, but I hesitate, my heart pounding.
"Not drinking tonight?" Julian asks, a playful smirk crossing his lips as he takes a sip from his own glass, clearly confused but rolling with it. "More for me, then."
I manage a smile, setting the glass down on the counter. "Yeah, you enjoy it. Maybe later."
Liar.
His eyes search mine for a moment, as if sensing something amiss, but he doesn’t press me. Instead, he sets his own glass down, and in one smooth motion, steps closer to bridge the gap between us. His hands find my waist, pulling me into him, and the world seems to narrow down to just the two of us. His kiss is deep, intentional, stirring a warmth that radiates from the very point of our connection.
As the kiss grows more intense, more insistent, Julian breaks away just enough to whisper, his breath warm against my ear, "Should we check out the bedroom?"
His voice, low and urgent, sends shivers down my spine. I nod, unable to speak, caught up in the moment and the man who makes me forget everything but the here and now.
As Julian leads me by the hand, the wooden floorboards of the cabin creak slightly under our weight, the sound building the anticipation with each step.
We push open the door to the bedroom, and I'm immediately taken by the sheer beauty of it. The room is large for a cabin bedroom, yet feels intimate, thanks to the warm tones of wood and the soft lighting. What truly takes my breath away are the French doors that lead out onto the back porch, revealing a sweeping view of the lake.
It's stunning, the lake steady and silvery, wearing a cloak of fog that flows into the surrounding woods. The foliage is lush and wraps all around the cabin in a vibrant green, creating a sacred refuge that feels very much alive. I've never seen something so serene yet invigorating.
Julian doesn’t pause to admire the view, however; his momentum is gentle but insistent as he guides me toward the large, inviting bed at the center of the room. The kiss he plants on my lips as we stand beside the bed is deep and consuming, his hands trailing fire down my back, each touch igniting sparks that dance eagerly beneath my skin.
With a sudden lightness, he lifts me slightly and with a laugh—a sound that bubbles with the pure joy of the moment—he drops me onto the bed. The mattress yields beneath me, soft and welcoming. I can't help but laugh too, the sound mingling with his as he quickly moves to straddle me, his body a welcome weight that pins me in the softness of the bed.
His face hovers above mine, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light that promises both trouble and delight. "Caught you," he teases, his breath warm against my cheek.
I loop my arms around his neck, pulling him closer until our foreheads touch. "I hope you plan to keep me," I whisper.
Julian’s answer is another kiss, demanding this time, a claim that stokes the fire within me. As our lips move together, his hands begin a more daring exploration. They map the contours of my body over the fabric of my clothes, each stroke drawing a line of arousal that pools deep in my core.
"I have big plans for you," he murmurs against my neck, his lips tracing over my racing pulse just beneath the skin. He begins to remove my clothes, piece by piece, kissing my newly exposed skin as he goes, until I lie completely bare beneath him.
“What if I have plans for you?" I manage to say, my voice husky as I sit up and grasp at his pants. He pulls his shirt over his head as I slide his jeans down over his hips. His hard cock greets me, and I take him in my hand.
Julian groans at my touch, his eyes closing. He grows harder with each stroke, his skin like velvet as it stretches tighter over his length. The look on his face is nothing short of beautiful, and an arousing pride surges within me to see the effect I have on him.
After a moment, Julian falters, leaning on the bed to steady himself. “Lay down,” I instruct.
His eyes snap open, but it doesn't take long before he follows orders, lying on his back beside me. Rising to my knees, I crawl to him, holding his gaze as I draw ever nearer to his cock. Julian twitches with anticipation as I bring the head to my lips, giving him a gentle peck. He shudders.
“I think it's time I returned the favor,” I whisper, before dragging my tongue up the underside of his cock.
“Fuck,” Julian hisses, throwing his head back on the pillow.
It's been a while since I've done this, but his reactions are encouraging, enhancing my own desire as I tend to his. I take him into my mouth, slowly at first, my lips stretching around his size. The answering clench of Julian's fists spurs me on, and I draw in more of him, relaxing the back of my throat to accommodate as much of him as I can.
Julian's quiet moans are punctuated by the occasional sharp gasp, a melodic accompaniment to the pleasure of having him in my mouth. I press my tongue against the seam on his head, and a growl tears from his throat.
“I can't take it anymore,” Julian snaps, knotting his fingers in my hair and pulling me off his cock. His eyes are wild, his expression desperate. “I need your pussy, now.”
