A Hard Man To Love

Peace

The drive to the mountain cabin went surprisingly fast for three hours. Merle already had the truck packed and ready to go so all you had to do when you got home was change. He smiled and tapped his hand on the steering wheel while you sang along to the songs on the radio and danced in your seat. If it weren't for the dark and unfamiliar winding roads you would have laid across the seat and taken him into your mouth while he drove. Instead you took his right hand and led it to your already wet pussy where he fingered your clit while you finger fucked yourself until you threw your head back and your moans filled the cab of the truck. To his credit, Merle kept the truck on the road, but hearing your moans of pleasure obviously drove him crazy and he grabbed the hand whose finger you'd used to fuck yourself with and stuck it in his mouth.

"Sweetest thing I ever tasted, your pussy," he told you when he let you have your hand back.

You sat next to him, chest heaving, and pussy not quite satisfied even though he'd had a...finger...in your orgasm. "Don't say things like that right now Merle. I'll have you pulling this truck off the side of a mountain road to fuck me."

The amused tone of his laughter floated to your ears in the darkness, "As good as that sounds right now Angel, we're almost there. If this damn GPS shit is right it should be on our right side another mile up."

When you got to the cabin it was dark so you couldn't really enjoy the beauty of the outside yet or the surprise you had waiting for him. That could wait for tomorrow though. You helped Merle carry your cooler of food and drinks inside where you put everything away in the refrigerator while he went back and carried everything else in. You had stopped an hour into your drive to eat dinner, since during your reception you were both constantly moving you didn't really sit down to eat, so you didn't need to worry about anything more than a snack. While Merle made sure you had plenty of firewood you cut up an apple and some strawberries and pulled out a bunch of grapes, and carried it outside to the back of the cabin. Merle had already set up a few camping chairs around a fire pit dug into the ground that was lined in bricks on the sides. He already had a small fire going to ward off the chill of the night and you set the plate of fruit on the small table he'd set between your chairs. You made a game of tossing grapes into his mouth and he fed you strawberry and apple slices while you looked into the fire and enjoyed the night song of nature. As much as you couldn't wait for him to make love to you out there you knew until he had a better idea of the lay of the land he wasn't going to do anything that would distract him outside the cabin. He was a hunter and one thing he always emphasized to you was making sure you knew your surroundings in the daylight well before any adventures at night on unfamiliar ground.

Once the fire had died down and he made sure it was put it out with sand you headed inside. The cabin had two bedrooms and a loft with a large great room whose kitchen sat to one side. The bathroom was huge with a two-person tub, a skylight above the tub, and a separate shower. There was a TV and DVD player but no cable, and a closet full of board games. The bedroom you chose had a large king size bed with lots of pillows and a comforter so blue it reminded you of Merle's eyes. You took your toiletries into the bathroom and got ready for bed while Merle made his way around the cabin making sure everything was locked up. When he was done he found you reclining on your bed clad only in a tiny black lace thong and a lace babydoll that only really covered your breasts and was sheer everywhere else.

You crooked your finger at him motioning for him to come to you and pushed up onto your knees when he neared the bed. He put his hands on your waist and leaned back to look you over before grinning at you mischievously.

"Ya know Angel, ya don't have to dress fancy like this fer me. I'd throw ya on the bed and fuck yer brains out or eat yer pretty pussy if ya were wearin' a potato sack," he told you as he lifted the hem of the babydoll and rubbed it between his fingers.