David texted late that morning: “Trip extended another few days. Big complications here. You two enjoy the cabin and the lake. Don’t burn the place down.”
Sophia read the message and looked across the kitchen at Marcus. A slow, wicked smile spread over his face. “Looks like we’ve got more time,” he said, voice low and rough. The hunger in his eyes made her thighs press together. The passion between them turned nonstop from that moment on.
Mornings became her favorite part. Sophia would wake to the warm press of Marcus’s body curled behind her in the big bed. His thick c**k, already hard, would slide between her thighs, rubbing through her slick folds. He’d lift her top leg gently, line himself up, and push inside her from behind in one slow, deep thrust.
She’d moan softly, still sleepy,
