ONE SHOTS

cabin in the woods { jason momoa }

jason momoa

The rain was falling down, hitting the windows; it was pretty relaxing even though I prefer clear and sunny weather. But we haven't taken any time off in forever, plus cosy nights are way better when it rains; especially if you stay inside. Jason has been super busy with his workshop; he makes furniture and the orders were coming in like crazy; let's just say he knows how to handle wood.
I was practically in the same situation; work got in the way. So we decided to take a whole week off from our life in the city, come up to the cabin and do nothing but enjoy ourselves, surrounded by nature.
Arriving later in the evening, Jason got started with the fireplace, then we set everything up, unpacked and stacked the kitchen. I changed into one of his long sleeved shirts; I absolutely loved wearing them, they're the most comfortable pieces of clothing I own. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and jumped into my knee high socks. Taking The Great Gatsby, I scooted in my regular corner of a huge sofa we had in front of the fireplace. My coffee mug was half empty, laying on the glass table next to the couch; I wanted to help Jason but he wouldn't let me. He was chopping wood then came in, where he stacked it and threw a few pieces in the fire. I fixed my glasses, looking up at him, biting my lower lip. Call me crazy but there was always something primal about him, he was like the alpha male. Wherever we go, he seems to overpower everyone in his presence, not only with his body but also with his mind.
His hair was in a low messy bun, a few strands falling down his face; he grew his beard out a bit, which made him even more majestic. In that white tank top and black, slightly baggy sweatpants, he looked just yummy. He washed his hands and threw himself on the other side of the couch, leaning back, grinning at me.
I took my glasses off and put them on the table, along with the book; his look was clear - playtime.

I crawled to him on all fours, straddling him.
"Mmmm." He let out a loud sigh.

"What?" I quietly asked, my hands already wrapped around his neck.

His eyes were consuming me, his hands travelling from my legs up my waist. He slid his thumb over my lower lip then put it in my mouth. I gently sucked on it, leaning my head back as his hand slid down my neck.
He made this growling sound when he pulled me even closer, eliminating the space between us. He was holding me with one arm wrapped tightly around my waist; the other hand was cupping my face, as his lips were closer to mine with every blink. I eagerly leaned in and kissed him.
We were perfectly synced, like never before even. I started moving my hips, grinding slowly, felt him growing harder under me.
He always sent chills down my spine. His lips moved lower, briefly stopping on my neck, where he gently sucked, making me moan and shiver under his touch.

"Lift your arms up." He ordered and I did so. Grabbing the hem of my shirt he pulled it up and tossed it to the floor. I wasn't wearing anything else but a pair of very thin and see through brazilians. I pressed my exposed body on him, my lips crashing back onto his. He pulled away, giving me that mean sexy look, like an animal that's about to devour me. I fell under his influence immediately.

"Lie down." He said to me. I lied down as he removed his shirt, climbing on top of me just a few seconds later. I wrapped my legs around him right away and pressed our faces together. He went straight to it, no more foreplay was necessary anyways. I was already wet; He just did that to me.

He pulled his sweatpants down and pushed my panties aside. He enter me with a rough thrust, making my body curve. I was moaning as he was slamming it in me, letting out the sexiest groans I've ever heard in my fucking life.
The look in his eyes was so intense, so was his touch. He was towering above me, tightly pinning my hands above my head by my wrists.
Pure sight of him filling me up made me get closer and closer; he felt it.
When I tightened, I did it like a champ; that means I pushed him over the edge as well, if you know what I mean.

"Ah, oh my god, don't stop!" I whimpered, begging him to go faster.

"What? I didn't hear that..." He teased me, slowing down a bit then picking up the pace again.

"Please. Please don't stop!" I cried out.

"You wanna come?" He groaned.

I kept nodding.
"Mhm, yes... oh, fuck!"

I was getting very close, so he did what I asked him to. He didn't stop.
"Come for me."
He ordered.
And I did. I came all over his length, dripping like crazy. He made me so incredibly horny, even when I was coming I wanted more: and I was going to get just that.

"Good girl." He whispered in my ear and pressed a little kiss on my forehead then continued what he started. It was his time to come.

"Fill me up, do it." I mumbled.
He gave me that hot half smirk and pulled me up, leaning back on the couch. His hands gripped my hips and helped me bounce on his hard dick. I put my arms around his neck, moving closer to him and kept on going.
Listening to him panting I was fucking him now, working my magic. I felt his body tensing up, he was closer. He reached his climax and came inside me; he filled me up good.
I looked into his eyes, biting my lower lip and I saw it, the content.
He grinned and ran his fingers through my hair, removing the scrunchy that was tangled somewhere in it.

"Come on baby, shower time." He said.

I willingly followed him to the bathroom after I took a little breather and pulled myself together. I couldn't wait to snuggle up to him in bed. If I could, I wouldn't keep my hands off him, like... ever. I could fuck him all the time.

And that's exactly what our week off is usually like; we're basically fucking around the house - literally.