The sun began to set behind the towering mountains, casting a warm glow over the secluded cabin. A young woman, no more than 18 summers old, stood on the deck, her dark hair cascading down her back in loose curls. She wore nothing but her own skin, her bronzed body glistening in the fading light. Her heart pounded in her chest as she heard the crunch of gravel, signaling the arrival of her lover.
He was an Indian man, strong and muscular, with dark eyes that could pierce the soul. His hair was cropped short, and his skin was a deep, rich brown. The sight of him, bare-chested and clad only in a pair of low-slung trousers, made her breath catch in her throat.
Without a word, he crossed the deck and pulled her into his arms, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, lingering on the curve of her ass before slipping between her thighs. She gasped as his fingers found her slick folds, already swollen with desire.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmured against her lips, his fingers teasing her entrance.
“I’ve missed you too,” she replied, her voice husky with longing.
He lifted her easily, carrying her inside and laying her down on the soft furs that covered the floor. His mouth trailed down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, before moving lower to capture a nipple between his lips. She arched off the furs, her fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked and nibbled at her breast.
His hand continued to explore her body, his fingers sliding through her folds and circling her clit. She moaned, her hips bucking as he increased the pressure.
“Please,” she begged, her voice trembling.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Please what?”
“I need you inside me,” she gasped, her eyes pleading.
He didn’t need any further encouragement. He knelt between her thighs, his cock hard and ready. He teased her entrance with the tip, drawing a whimper from her lips.
“Beg for it,” he commanded, his voice rough.
“Please, fuck me,” she begged, her voice desperate. “I need you inside me.”
He thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move. He set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against hers as he drove into her again and again.
Their moans filled the cabin, mingling with the sounds of their bodies coming together. His fingers found her clit once more, rubbing in time with his thrusts. She felt the tension build inside her, her muscles clenching around him as she approached her climax.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice ragged.
She did as he ordered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure. He followed her over the edge, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his seed.
They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, their hearts beating in time. The mountains watched over them, silent witnesses to their passion.
As the night fell, they slept, wrapped in each other’s arms, the whispers of the mountain air lulling them to sleep.
