Cascade Mountain Range

Washington State, USA

Kyra watched Scott’s strong hands as they kneaded the dough. Other than when he was making love to her, she thought it was the chief thing that kicked her libido into overdrive. She joined him as he worked the concoction of yeast, flour, water, honey, and melted butter into a soft, pliable dough he could let rise. Wrapping her arms around him, she rested her head on his strong back.

It was hard to believe they lived in a cave. When they’d discovered this place in their journeys, Kyra had told herself that giving up all the comforts of an actual house with electricity and indoor plumbing would be hard, but that if she was with Scott, she could be content. Scott had vehemently disagreed.

They didn’t have electricity, but other than that, their home high in the magnificent Cascade Range was more than she could have asked for. Scott had insured there was a river, including a waterfall, that they could tap into for water. Heating was supplied by wood-burning fires. They had a wonderful antique wood-burning oven and stove, an enormous fireplace and even a shower that produced hot and cold running water. When one or both of them wanted to soak, they’d acquired an enormous horse water trough that they could sit before the fire and fill with heated water.

Scott had created a small room off their main one where they had renewable solar batteries to power their alarm system, as well as several defensive weapons, and which would allow them to connect to the internet with their laptops.

In many ways, their home and life would seem simple to an outsider. In actuality, it was far more complex. They knew from limited communication with the outside world that the Shadow League was looking for them and had placed a hefty bounty on their heads. They, in turn, were researching ways to bring down the Shadow League and those on the Ruling Council who condoned their existence.

“It won’t always be like this,” he said quietly.

Kyra used her knee to bump him in the ass and not in a playful way. “Stop it. I don’t care if we decide to let the world go to hell in a hand basket as long as it means I’m with you. Every day when I wake up and see what we’ve built, it makes me happy and proud. Aren’t you happy here?”

He chuckled, allowing the contentment and luck to roll down the link to her. “As long as I have you, I’m good.”

Scott scooped up the dough, placed it in a bowl, and covered it with a cotton towel. He turned in her arms and stripped her leggings from her body before lifting her up and setting her on the counter. There were only two things he liked to do on this counter: prepare things for baking, and fuck her. As much as she loved the first, she was completely enamored with the second.

He placed the covered bowl in the oven to keep it away from drafts and allow it to rise.

“Now, where was I?” he purred seductively and returned to her, resting his hands on her knees before pushing her legs apart so he could stand between them.

Grabbing the hem of her sweater, he pulled it off before unfastening her bra to render her completely naked. He reached up to grab the scrunchie that held her hair up and removed it, allowing her golden tresses to cascade down over her shoulders and back. Any that fell and covered her breasts, he pushed back so that she was completely exposed to him.

He studied her breasts as if seeing them for the first time. The intensity of the gaze made her flesh heat up and she raised her hands to cover herself.

“I want your hands on either side of your legs, gripping the counter,” the bewitching purr became a seductive growl, and Kyra’s entire body trembled with need and desire.

It never ceased to amaze her at how quickly he could arouse her. From the beginning, their lovemaking had felt effortless, like they’d been lovers for years. Scott ran his hands down her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts, tracing circles along her areola, but never touching her nipples.

Squeezing the edge of the countertop, she moaned, provoking a rather feral smile from his lips. His hands continued on their journey until they rested on the inside of her upper thighs. He splayed her labia, exposing her glistening sex. Scott used the fingers of one hand to circle and tug on her clit as he penetrated her core with the two fingers of the other.

Scott leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, his tongue invading her mouth to tangle and dance with hers. He relinquished her mouth and began to whisper kisses along her jaw and down her throat. He removed his hand from her clit, bringing it up to fist her hair and tilt her head back as he continued to stroke her pussy. He knew what he did to her, and she swore his kisses had a direct line to her molten core which was now bubbling away.

Swirling his tongue around her nipple, he sucked it between his lips, the deep resonant purring increasing as a shudder went through her body. Kyra arched her back and pushed her breast deeper into his mouth. Scott moved from one to the other, lavishing them with attention and affection. When she started to squirm and push herself against him, he nipped the pebbled peak.

Not until I say,” he purred as he kneeled in front of her.

“Scott, no,” she cried softly. “Please, baby, fuck me.”

“Not yet. I’ve been working hard all morning getting things made in preparation for the rest of the week. You will just have to take what I choose to give you.”

Placing each of her legs over his shoulders so they draped over his back, he removed his fingers and leaned in, nuzzling her glistening and swollen sex. It was throbbing with need and begging for attention. He circled the engorged nub before flicking it with his tongue and inhaled deeply as she moaned. As the scent of her arousal washed over him, Scott nipped her nubbin before fusing his mouth to the opening to her core, allowing his tongue to surge inside to taste her cream. She pounded the counter with her hands as his tongue became coated with her essence.

Arousal raced through her blood like wildfire. Each and every time, it seemed the fire burned brighter and higher. One hand came up to play with her nipples, strumming, tugging, and pinching them. He continued his delicious torment until she arched her back and climaxed as she called out his name.

Scott stood, unbuttoned his jeans, and allowed his cock to make its appearance. The greedy thing was fully erect and dripping precum as it throbbed with need.

“Look at what you do to me. I want you to watch my cock fuck your pussy.”

Her breath caught in her throat as she cast her eyes down and watched as he slowly penetrated her opening, pushing himself deep inside her with one long pass, groaning as he did so. Her head fell backward, and her eyes rolled back in her head as her pussy spasmed all along his great length.

Fisting her hair, he growled, “Watch.”

Kyra wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled back before surging into her up to the hilt. He grasped her hips and began thrusting into her again and again. Every time she tried to look away, he growled. Kyra clutched the edges of the countertop as she focused on nothing more than her need to provide him with the perfect vehicle for his lust.

Harder and harder he pounded into her, her pussy clamping down on him as she cried out and came a second time. Fucking her with ruthless intent, he shoved himself deep, holding her hard against him as he bathed her pussy with his cum, groaning with the sheer pleasure and relief of becoming one with her.