The Field Cabin

David kissed her hard then, gripping a handful of thick, dark locks in his hand and biting her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. His other arm snaked around her waist impossibly tight and his mouth slid across her cheek as he buried his face in her shoulder. David's breath was fast and labored, laced heavily with soft noises that made Annabelle's belly flutter. Setting his feet flat, he began to thrust upwards into her body, hard. The skin on skin contact was loud and rough, and he did not release his heavy grip on her hair. The noises coming out of Belle seemed to come in one constant stream now. She couldn't think of anything beyond pleasure as he slammed into her hard, over and over. With a near-scream, that blinding feeling hit her again with another wet rush. Moisture coated the insides of her thighs and over David's hips now. He did not stop. Involuntarily, she clamped her muscles hard around his erection.

"Oh fuck," David growled. His hips slammed upwards a final time as his eyes slipped closed and his head dropped back onto the fur cover. Annabelle could feel him throb intensely inside her and released a long moan, pressing her face to his exposed throat, sucking on the skin there gently, grazing it with her teeth. David's body seemed to hum for a moment and he rocked gently inside the brunette. Slowly he calmed, and Belle kissed his lips softly. Stroking his damp chest with her fingertips, she felt him slip from her body. She gasped at the loss.

David released his already-lax grip on her hair and moved it behind her back. A smile formed over his gorgeous features. She couldn't help but return it as she traced the edges of his face with her fingers. Their lips met in a soft kiss. Annabelle released a satisfied sigh and after a moment, crawled from over top of her husband. Her body felt rejuvenated and warm, though maybe a bit sweaty and sticky. David held out a hand to her and she pulled him to his feet.

"We should clean up a bit before bed," he stated, still a little out of breath. The young woman agreed and after a brief dip in the tub, and a quick toweling off, they replaced the quilt and furs on the bed. David placed and few logs on the fire and stoked it so that it would burn for the rest of the night while Annabelle extinguished the oil lamp nearby that had already burned too long and had turned the chimney black. She found that she just didn't care. Her body was still tingling as she crawled into the small bed they shared. David lay down behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her close. His form felt safe, warm, and solid against her own.

She turned her head back to look at his handsome face in the dim room. David's blue eyes caught the bright light from the fire for only a moment before the flames changed. His lips pressed to hers in the softest of kisses. She sighed contentedly and turned forward, eyes closed now. David's strong arm pulled her even closer, their bodies flush. Annabelle could feel his soft breathing on the back of her neck. His voice rumbled softly, lips brushing her skin as he spoke.

"Goodnight, my baby girl."