Flawless Prize

“Dinner is going to have to wait.”

I brace myself for the onslaught of passion, but instead, Caleb leads me to the bed and lays me down slowly, capturing my mouth in a slow, sweet kiss.

I melt in his arms.

“I can never get enough of you,” he groans, sliding his hands over my naked body as I eagerly strip off his clothes.

“Me too,” I whisper, kissing him deeply.

This time, he’s not forceful or commanding. This time, Caleb’s touch is exquisitely tender. He caresses me, bringing my body into a state of wild pleasure, as I meet him, touch for touch. I explore every plane of his body, every ridge of muscle with my hands and mouth and tongue, until finally, when he parts my legs and sinks inside me, I could swear I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.

We move together. Slowly, perfectly. Pleasure rising in an inferno that takes my breath away.

Has it ever been like this before?

I don’t think so – and then, I can’t think at all. I can only feel him move against me, inside of me, his cock drawing pleasure from me as I sob his name into the night.

* * *

When I wake,hours later, the scent of smoke is in the air.

Yawning, I decide it’s my imagination. I’m curled up next to Caleb, his rhythmic breathing lulling me back to sleep. Everything is perfect.

Except I am a little thirsty. No wonder, considering our exertions.

I slip out of bed and start to pad to the bathroom to get a drink, and that’s when I see it.

Black smoke, wafting across the moonlight.

Instinctively, I choke. Now, fully awake, I lunge toward Caleb, shaking him awake.

He lets out a moan, but doesn’t stir, at first.

“Caleb!” I shout, shaking him harder. “I think the cabin’s on fire!”