Fucking My Maid Shanthi 8211 Part III
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“EEEEEEEE!!!! It is beautiful,” She squealed with delight when the door swung open. He stepped back, placed his hand on the small of her back as she clapped and hopped through the doorway.
Her hands fell to her side as she looked up, turned slowly and let out a low “ohhh”. Her eyes were twinkling and her smile lit up the already bright room. The cabin impressed her and she was literally speechless.
She walked over to the large bay window that offered a view of a valley. Snow topped mountain ridges created parallel walls that merged on the horizon.
“Do you think the snow will reach the valley while we are here,” She asked, still staring out of the window.
“I believe we will receive a blanket of snow that will cover the valley and give us a breathtaking view,” He said as he shut the door and walked up behind her.
She tilted her head and rested it alongside his chest as he pulled her into him. His arms wrapped around her and they stood together in silence as they marveled at the view.
He kissed her cheek, hugged her tightly, then said. “What a perfect place to be away from the things of man.”
“Mmmmhmmm,” She hummed as she pulled his arms tighter around her.
“I need to go get the rest of our bags and the food out of the car,” He said as he kissed her again. “Sit here and relax, enjoy the view or explore the cabin. I will be right back.”
She felt a cool rush of air swirl around her as he exited. The view from the window was picture-worthy, however, she knew a picture could not capture the memorable moment that was now forever etched in her mind. After standing in awe for a few minutes, she began to explore the cabin.
“We will definitely have a fire tonight,” She said as she walked by the fireplace and headed into the bedroom.
She heard the door shut and then, “HONEY!!!! I’m hooooooome!”
She giggled as she exited the bedroom.
He was standing at the kitchen counter unpacking the groceries and putting them away. She crossed the room and stood by his side to help unpack the remaining items.
“Honey, I can finish this. Would you like to go see the rest of the cabin,” She asked as he was closing the pantry door.
“I would love to,” He said as the door clicked shut.
He gave her butt a pat and a slight squeeze as he passed behind her. He saw a smile spread across her face as he glanced back.
Later in the evening they snuggled together under a blanket. He sat with his back in the corner where the arm and back meet. She rested her head on his chest and reclined against his body. He relished the softness of her naked skin on his and how her body melted into him.
He read to her. Lulling her deeper into him as she felt the resonance of his voice through his chest. She had her hands folded under her chin and her head tucked between his arm and chest.
He stopped reading when he felt her breathing deepen and slow down.
“Honey, are you asleep,” He asked, barely above a whisper.
“No, Sir, I am not. I am feeling your voice enter me, comfort me and fill me,” She said as she looked up and ran her fingers along his lips.
He parted them slightly, kissed her finger, then extended his tongue to lick his lips as she brought her finger back across them once again. He leaned down and kissed her — a deep kiss.
As their lips parted, she extended her arm and rubbed her hand across his chest and hugged him. He kissed the top of her head, closed the book and sat it on the floor.
“Tell me a story please,” She said after hugging him tightly for the second time.
He reached down for the book and she held his arm. She looked up at him with soft eyes.
“Tell me a story please. Not read one, tell me one,” She rested her head on his chest once again.
“Only for you,” He whispered.
The story was of a damsel in the woods, how she got lost while trying to find an herb that would be used to save the children in her village. He told her how a hunter found her and cared for her and helped her find more than the herb. He helped her find passion, lust, love and desire.
He felt her sigh as she reached up and began to caress his cheek. He placed his hand over hers and pressed it to him.
“Did she save the children,” She asked as she lowered her hand from his face.
“She did.”
“Did the hunter catch his prey,” She asked as her hand brushed against his now throbbing shaft.
“Yes, he did,” He said with a growl.
“Was he pleased with what she offered him,” She asked as she began to stroke him.
“Yes, I am,” His resonate voice responded, lifting her onto his lap.
As he lifted her, the blanket fell away. The firelight twinkled in her eyes. Her hard nipples expressed their delight and her wetness cooled his legs.
She shifted her body and thrusted her hips to try and have him enter her. His firm grip on her hips held her so that the length of his shaft was between her lips. She began to grind so that her hardened clit was rubbing up and down and back and forth on his solid cock. Their lips met with a heated passion, hotter than the red coals in the fireplace, as he slowly lowered her to the floor.
He entered her with his head and held it in place. Their eyes locked and when she saw the same deep burning fire in his eyes he had described in the story, she blessed him with a moan and a flow of wetness that encouraged his swollen shaft as he entered and stretched her. He took what was his.
Later, he carried her into the bedroom as she slept. She curled into him as he lay next to her. A soft moan was heard after he kissed her shoulder and whispered, "Goodnight my love."
The darkness in the bedroom did not lend any clue as to the time he had awakened. He did not know if the night was deepening or early morning was soon to awaken the land. What he did know was, it was time to fulfill his need for her. That time was now. He felt the coolness of his wet head on her thigh as he began to harden.
She was asleep, holding his hand and breathing deeply. The thought of not taking her and allowing her to sleep passed through his mind briefly. The desire of taking her and enjoying what she had to offer him shoved the prior thought completely out of his mind. He was going to have her, she would know the thought of her awakened him. The thought of her excited him so much that he had to be as close to her physically and emotionally as possible.
He began to make small thrusting motions with his hips. She was still wet, not only from his cum, but also because of her explosive orgasms by the fireplace. The wetness he felt assured him that he would need no lube to enter her. The soft snapping sound he heard was the wet kisses of her lips each time his throbbing head barely entered and exited her pussy.
Wet kisses that rewarded him for taking what he wanted.
Wet kisses that encouraged him to dive further inside.
Wet kisses that would soon turn to a wet flow of eagerness.
Wet kisses that proved to him that she wanted him.
His deep thrust was greeted with a long guttural moan that roared from deep inside of her. She gripped his hand tightly as his girth stretched her, then released as his head reached the opening of its sanctum. Her vocalizations intensified and encouraged him to not stop.
Harder and faster, he pumped in her. Encouraged by her pleas for him to cum inside of her, he had no choice but to comply. He was unable to hold back. He could not try to save anything. She deserved everything he had and he gave it to her. With each thrust, he squirted and coated her thoroughly with his heated passion.
After his last thrust, his last expression of pleasure, his final drip of seed, he began to pull out.
“NO!” She exclaimed then pressed herself into him to keep him inside of her.
“I want you in me,” She whispered.
“Yes, love,” He whispered back as he felt himself harden slightly.
“Thank you,” She purred as they both fell back to sleep.
He kissed her shoulder with a soft touch of his lips as he got out of bed. His body woke him between 5:00 and 5:30 every day. He enjoyed the morning time.
He turned, so the water was administering its stinging blows on the nape of his neck and upper back. He reached for his, smelly good body soap, as he liked to call it. Not too strong of a scent but not too soft. “Maybe I should call it my baby bear body soap. Not too smelly and not too light, just right.”
After drying, he dressed in blue jeans, a t-shirt and a loose sweatshirt.
He quietly exited the bathroom, then stopped at the bedroom door and glanced at her as she slept. The outline of her body was accentuated by the thin sheet he had tucked around her after he had kissed her shoulder. With a slight sigh, she had hugged the end of the sheet to her chin and began her slow and deep breathing as she relaxed once again.
He wanted to go over to her, kiss her, hold her hand, watch her sleep, wipe the strand of hair that may have fallen across her nose and tickled her. He wanted to be close to her. But, he had to fix breakfast and put a smile on her face when she awakened.
Quietly, he closed the bedroom door and entered the kitchen. After starting the coffee, he walked over to the fireplace and stoked a small fire to help take a little of the chill out of the air.
He walked over to an oversized recliner sitting in front of the large window overlooking the valley. The fire crackled as it began to consume a log was the only sound he heard. It was a peaceful time and he wanted to share it with her. He smiled and turned slightly when he heard her soft footsteps approach the chair.
“Hi love,” He said as she walked to the side of the chair.
She had the sheet wrapped around her and her hair was tussled and wild. He had to control his animalistic desire to rip the sheet away and allow her mane of hair to fall on him as he kissed and licked, tasted and devoured her flesh.
Instead, he placed his coffee cup down on the table and reached his hand towards her.
She reached out and softly said, “Hi,” as she held his hand.
When she walked in front of him to sit on his lap, the sheet opened slightly and he got a brief glimpse her naked body.
He saw the body that he thought of continuously.
The body his tongue has licked.
The body his lips have kissed.
The body his hands have held, squeezed, spanked, caressed and fondled.
Her body that she offered to him.
She sat on his lap with her legs on the chairs arm and her head nuzzled on his chest.
“Baby?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Mmmhmmm,” She said as she hugged into him and sighed.
He wrapped his arm around her and hugged her.
“Look outside love, look at the beauty,” He said after kissing the top of her head.
A small squeak of pleasure passed her lips as she lifted her head.
The valley appeared to have a solid white quilt laid upon its floor.
The perforated stitching created by the animal tracks were the only disturbance they could see.
They sat in silence and held one another as they marveled at the glory of nature.
She turned her body slightly and rested back into him so they could face the window together.
Not wanting to ruin the memorable moment with words, he held her tighter, kissed her cheek and sighed. They were of one thought and in their oneness, they marveled at the scene before their eyes.
“Honey, I need to shower,” She said after he had finished his coffee.
“And I need to go split some firewood,” He said. "We will need some for tonight and in the morning. I have breakfast ready except for the eggs. We can eat, then I will go play lumberjack while you shower.”
She stood and walked over to the breakfast bar and sat on the stool he had pulled out for her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and hugged. After kissing her neck and whispering, “I want you,” in her ear, he rubbed the small of her back as he entered the kitchen.
After she took her last bite, she looked at him with a sly smile.
He smiled back, then muttered, “Uh oh.”
“What,” She asked with raised eyebrows and a widening grin.
“You smirked at me. Why the smirk,” He said as he put a piece of pineapple in his mouth.
“I was just going to say,” She said as she stood. “The best part about this breakfast was,” She walked towards the bedroom door. “I did not make it,” She dropped the sheet, stuck out her tongue then closed the door.
He could hear her humming from the shower when he entered the bedroom. He took off his sweatshirt and placed it on the bed, then put on a jacket.
The physical work felt good as he split the wood at a steady pace. He enjoyed feeling the weight of the log splitter as he swung it over his head. The sounds of the wood as it cracked echoing down the valley then back again. He would stop occasionally and look at the scenery, breathe deeply, then watch his breath cloud dissipate as he exhaled.
He carried in an armload of wood after stacking the rest he had split next to the door. He placed one log on the fire and sat the rest in the corner as he unfastened his jacket and hung it by the door. Walking past the kitchen, he noticed the dishes were still in the sink and he was grateful. He forgot to tell her he wanted to take a quick shower after splitting the wood and wanted to have a little bit of hot water left.
His sweatshirt was not on the freshly made bed when he walked in the bedroom, so, thinking she had hung it in the closet, he turned the corner and saw her standing on her tiptoes, holding their small suitcase above her head.
He found his sweatshirt. He was very pleased to see her wearing it with nothing else. It was very loose and big on her, but when she had her arms lifted, it exposed the bottom of her butt cheeks.
He silently walked up behind her and gave her a quick pat on her right cheek as he reached up and caught the suitcase with the other.
“HEY,” She exclaimed then bumped him with her hip.
“Why are you Hey-ing me? You are the one that should be Hey-ed! You stole my sweatshirt,” He said as he sat on the corner of the bed and motioned for her to come to him.
She smiled as she walked to him and placed her forearms on his shoulders. He opened his legs as she stood between them, then gripped her outer thighs with his hands and pulled her closer.
“Kiss me,” He said
She obeyed. She kissed him deeply. Their tongues began their quest of their lover's mouth. The quest to search and know every aspect of its destination. To discover the passion held by the person they shared their desires.
One of his hands had reached around and cupped her butt as the other pressed on her lips and inner thigh.
He pulled his lips from hers at the same time he moved his hands and once again gripped her outer thighs. Breathlessly they looked into their lover's eyes. He saw the deep fire in her eyes. The same fire he described in the story he told her the previous night. The same fire he knew shone in his. The fire that made him feel wanted.
They never broke eye contact as he stood.
“I have to go shower love,” His low voice hummed. “I will be out shortly.”
He kissed her again, then walked to the bathroom.
“I will be waiting,” He heard, causing an electric surge to fill his body.
He was thankful for the hot water, but she had raised his body temperature so high, he could have jumped into a tub of ice and it would have turned to steam instantly.
The steam billowed behind him as he exited the bathroom. He turned the corner and was met with a site of pure euphoria.
She was lying back with her legs open, her eyes on him, her hair splayed out on the mound of pillows she was laying against. Her hand rubbing and circling her hardened clit, his sweatshirt pulled up in the front exposing her hardened nipples and pulled down in the back. The excitement that flowed from her open lips had darkened the part of his sweatshirt under her butt.
The towel got caught on his hardness as he attempted to un-cinch it from his waist.
“Hi baby,” He said as he arrived at the bed and began to lower himself between her legs.
“Hi Daddy,” She replied as he enjoyed his first taste of her offering.
She lifted her legs as his mouth explored her holes. His tongue licked and probed. Swirled and thrusted. Her moans encouraged him to flick his tongue quickly, then slowly licking her backside as his finger entered her and caressed her g spot. His thumb massaged her clit sporadically to get her over the edge. She rewarded him with her juices cascading down his chin.
Like a creature on the prowl, he looked in her eyes and crawled up her body. Her hands automatically gripped each side of his waist when he thrusted into her deep and hard. The wet sound of their connection propelled him to take her faster and harder.
As he felt his tiptoes dangle over the cliff of orgasm, he slowed his pace and stopped.
“No Sir NO,” She pleaded as she tried to pull him back into her. “Sir! Please! Do you not want me anymore,” She wailed as tears formed in her eyes.
He answered her by closing his lips on hers with his hand gripping the hair on the back of her head. All thoughts of him not wanting her dissipated from her mind as he consumed her with as much animalistic desire as he did when his face was between her legs. He wanted her and he was taking her. He was pleasing himself with her in the exact way he wanted.
Without warning, he rolled them over. She immediately reached back and gripped him. After directing his wet head between her lips, she began to thrust and ride him. She rewarded him again with her liquid of delight. He lifted his shirt off of her so he could see her body move in time. Each bounce pleasing his eyes. Each gyration giving him a pleasurable view of her body.
Once again he was close to taking the leap into the orgasmic depths when he stopped her.
“I need to taste you again,” He said, then maneuvered her so that she was over his face, dripping onto his lips as she watched him stroke himself.
She lowered herself and began rocking herself on his face. Her eyes watched him grip and stroke himself, making his precum trail from his head and pool up where his hand met his throbbing tool. Realizing that he would begin thrusting his hips harder whenever she rubbed herself, she began to control his movements. She would rub and watch him thrust. This would excite her and cause her to orgasm, flooding his face and mouth which would then cause him to stroke faster.
When she saw that he did not stop thrusting and stroking, she knew he was close. She dug her nails into his side and lowered herself so that he could feel her nipples rub his body as she rocked.
“Mark me my Sir. Give me every drop you have. Show me that I please you,” She said as she sucked his head into her mouth.
When he began to erupt, she pulled back and felt him mark her from her chin, down her chest to her thighs. His moans and growls were interrupted with the licking, and kissing sounds he made as he was devouring his lover.
She climbed off of him, then curled up beside his body. Pulling her into him, he kissed the top of her head then hugged her tightly. “I wish I could thoroughly express how much you please me,” He said after a sigh.
She giggled. “I think I have a good idea.”
A slight movement caused him to open his eyes. She was reaching the side of the bed and was getting ready to stand up.
“I fell asleep? How long did I sleep,” He asked as he quickly sat up.
“Hello love. I fell asleep too. We only slept about 30 minutes,” She said as she stood.
He had turned to his side, resting his elbow on the bed to prop up his upper body. He loved looking at her naked body. Every part of her excited him. Every time she pointed out areas that she said were flawed, he would kiss that area. He would then tell her what he loved about that part of her. He believed that his lips had kissed every part of her body in retaliation to her attempt to be negative.
“Just look at this scar!”
kiss
“A reminder of your strength.”
“If I could only firm up right here.”
kiss
“That is the perfect location for my hand.”
“I wish I could cover this part all of the time.”
kiss
“My soul smiles when my eyes see that part of you.”
Every inch of her body was kissed and sincerely complimented by him.
That evening they enjoyed time in the hot tub. Both happy that they had a roaring fire in the fireplace to greet them as they transitioned from the hot tub, to the cold porch then into the cozy cabin. They meshed together under a large blanket and shared their thoughts with one another. Each one feeding their souls on the words of the other. Learning of dreams and desires that each had.
“I am ready to go to bed love,” He said after hugging her tightly.
“You are? I did not think you were tired,” She said as she sat up.
“I am not tired, but I am ready to go to bed,” He replied as he reached behind him and produced padded wrist and ankle cuffs.
The ignition of flames in her eyes was instant. She stood, spread her legs slightly, held out her wrists towards him and said, “I am too Sir.”
“Good girl.”
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