Joe was excited, but nervous, as his Uber drove through the wooded neighborhood on the edge of town. Rain was pelting down, and the blustery wind mirrored his anxious thoughts. Marina had said she would pick him up, but he had insisted on her not driving. It had been six months since they’d been together – another few minutes wouldn’t make a difference.
They’d been high school almost-sweethearts, crushing on each other but never getting together. After a few years going their separate ways, they’d found their way back to the small mountain town. This time, it was a whirlwind romance. He couldn’t get enough of her, and she him. Four months after reuniting, and just a week before he left, he had proposed. Marina cried happy tears when she said yes.
Joe was a new firefighter, and it had been the worst summer in years. When he kissed Marina goodbye, he figured he’d be gone a month, maybe two. There was a touch of winter in the air as he got out of the car, and just a tiny bit of trepidation in his heart as he approached the cabin. Had he proposed too soon? Was she really in love with him?
Marina opened the door, and his heart almost burst.
“Oh my God, Joe! You’re here! I can’t believe it!”
He hugged her fiercely, then kissed her long and hard. He breathed in her scent, a mix of jasmine and gardenia. He finally pulled back, holding her bare shoulders at arm’s length. She looked radiant, dressed in a dark burgundy blouse and matching skirt. Even more beautiful than he remembered.
“Marina. My love. I can’t believe it either. You look…I…I can’t even…”
“Aw Joe. Thank you. I wanted to look good for you.”
She blushed and ducked her head in that self-conscious way that he loved. His heart melted a little more.
“Your parents?” he asked. “Gone all weekend?”
“Yes.” She smiled, meeting his gaze. “We have three days all to ourselves.”
His groin stirred, his cock twitching restlessly. They didn’t have their own place yet, but Marina was housesitting for her parents, who were vacationing for the weekend. Joe looked past Marina, to the steaming bowls of soup on the small table next to the roaring fireplace.
Marina followed his eyes.
“Come. I made chicken tortilla soup. Your favorite.”
Joe was hungry for more than soup, but damn, did it smell delicious.
He sat across from her as they ate and caught up, entranced by her large brown eyes and curvy body. Marina’s figure sat in the sweet spot that Joe loved, right between voluptuous and athletic. Their sex before he’d left had been frequent and frantic, and great, but they were both relatively inexperienced. Joe wanted to take their lovemaking to the next level, but he didn’t know if Marina felt the same way. He hoped so. Every time he got the chance to pleasure himself, he visualized himself fucking her – tenderly, powerfully, in every position he could think of, including ones they hadn’t yet tried.
“Joe? Hello, Joe…are you there?”
Marina was looking at him quizzically, tilting her head.
“Me? Oh, yeah, I’m here, babe.” He shook his head, coming back to her. “Sorry.”
She shook her head too, giving him a wry smile.
Did she know what he was thinking??
“C’mon Joe. Help me with this table.”
They lifted the table, moving it away from the fireplace. Underneath was a thick, plush, bear skin rug.
“Sit down by the fire, and help me with this blouse.”
She pushed Joe down onto the mantle and kneeled before him.
“I know it’s been a while,” she said, her hand on his chest. “But I recall that you like my breasts. Why don’t you give them some attention…”
Joe gulped. Fuck yes. We are on the same wavelength.
“Of course. Here, babe. You sit by the fire.”
They switched positions. Marina had already undone two buttons. The soft swell of her breasts, framed in a lacy white bra, pulled him towards her. He leaned in and inhaled. The warmth of her skin was intoxicating. He unbuttoned her blouse to her navel, and looped his thumbs under her bra straps.
“Love?”
“Yes, babe?”
“My nipples are hard for you. Kiss them.”
He pulled her bra down and her breasts spilled out. She arched her back, offering herself up. His tongue circled her left nipple, sucking it in. It was erect and aroused.
“Mmm… oh yes, love. I love that. Please don’t stop.”
He hungrily covered her breasts with wet, urgent kisses. She tasted salty, sweet, and warm. Her breasts seemed larger than he remembered. He grabbed around her hot, bare back, pulling her closer. He buried his face, smashing her breasts against him, alternating back and forth between her exquisite, luscious nipples.
“Oh wow, Joe. Your tongue is magic. I’d love to stay here, but I can’t wait any longer.”
“Wait for what?”
“Stand up. I want to show you what I did while you were gone.”
Intrigued, Joe stood. He was still fully clothed, but his cock was bulging against his jeans.
“This rug isn’t just for show.” She lay down, parting her legs slightly. Her skirt was still on. “I want to watch you as you undress. Slowly, please.”
Joe started to unbutton his shirt. His back was to the fireplace now, but he barely noticed the heat. He was too enthralled with what was happening on the floor in front of him. Marina had slid down her skirt and opened her legs wider. One hand was on her panties, making small circles on the thin fabric. He had never seen her touch herself before.
“I missed you so much, Joe. Whenever I thought of you out there, fighting fires, getting sweaty and dirty, I got so horny.”
Joe’s shirt was off now. Marina’s panties were as well. She was circling her pussy now. Joe could tell she was already wet. She plunged one finger in, and Joe’s mouth dropped. His cock was rock hard. He needed to fuck…
“Slowly, Joe. Slowly. I want to see you naked… standing over me.”
He pulled his socks off and slowly, painfully, unbuttoned his jeans. Marina’s fingers were moving faster now, her breath quicker. He pulled his jeans down.
“Oh damn, babe.” Her eyes widened, and she licked her lips. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
He stood before her, his cock finally freed. It pulsed and jerked in the hot air. Joe felt like he could fuck the world. He started towards Marina.
“No! Not yet!” She halted him. “Show me how you touched yourself when you thought of me.”
He grasped his cock and gave it a few slow strokes. Pre-cum seeped out, landing on the rug between Marina’s legs. He breathed in and out, as slowly as he could.
“Fuck, Joe. That is so fucking hot. Hey, you know what else I remember?”
Her fingers sped up more.
“What, babe?” He released his cock, not trusting his control at that moment.
“I recall that you like my ass too. Almost more than my breasts, yes?”
“Your ass is insane, babe. You know I fucking love it. I thought about it all the…”
“Did you think about fucking me like this?”
Marina turned over and got on her knees. Her ass flared up as she arched her back. She turned her head and looked up at him.
“Yes, Marina. Yes. A thousand times.”
Incredibly, they had never fucked doggy-style. Not that he hadn’t wanted to. He just wasn’t sure that she did…
“Well, don’t just stand there,” she ordered. “Get down here and fuck your fiancee. Show me how much you missed me.”
Joe got on his knees, spreading Marina’s legs wider. She reached back, taking his cock in her hand, guiding him.
“Ooohhh. Oh Joe. Fuck! That feels even better than I thought it would.”
He slid in, balls deep on his first thrust. Her pussy squeezed his cock. She was burning hot.
“Damn, Marina. Oh my God. Oh my God…”
“Ya? Tell me what you like. Tell me how it feels.”
“Your body. Your pussy. Your ass…it’s so fucking…”
“So fucking what?” She slammed her ass back, slapping against his hips. He grabbed her waist, plowing deeper into her.
“So much…even hotter than I remember. Unbelievable.”
“Believe it, love. I need a lot of fucking. I hope you’re up to it.”
“Shit, babe. I’m so up to it. Ohhh fuck!! You feel so good!”
“Fuck, Joe! Your cock is so hard! Fuck me harder! Harder! Now! Ooohhh!! I need you!”
Marina reached back, stroking his cock and her pussy at the same time. Joe had never seen or felt anything so sexy. He grunted as he thrust in deeper.
“Aaagghh! Fuck, Marina! Damn! Your body…”
“Ooohhh Joe! Oh! I’m coming! Oh my God! Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me! More!!”
He slammed into her, riding the edge for several more seconds.
“Ooohhh Joe! Ooohhh! Oh! Oh! Ooohhh!!”
“AAAHHH!! Oh fuck!!!”
He thrust once more and stopped, suspended inside Marina. Cum shot out, pulsing through him and deep into her pussy. Every muscle contracted, then released. He held still as his cock continued to jerk, shooting hot jets of cum. Marina moaned underneath him, her face buried in the rug.
“Damn, Joe.” Marina looked back again. “Do you think the sex will get worse when we get married?”
“No fucking way, babe. This is just the beginning.”
Reluctantly, and carefully, Joe pulled out, with an audible wet noise. Marina laughed.
“Ha! Damn, Joe. You did miss me, didn’t you?’
“You know I did, love. Hey…when are your parents getting back?”
“We’ve got…uhhh… about 70 more hours.”
“Fuck ya. I think we can find a few ways to fill the time.”
