The sun had set, casting a warm glow over the small cabin nestled in the heart of the forest. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation as he lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling fan that lazily spun overhead. Her hand trailed down his chest, her fingers brushing against his nipples and sending shivers racing through him.
"You want me to go deeper?" she whispered, her eyes locked onto his. He nodded, a low growl rumbling in his throat as she pressed her palm firmly against his stomach, her knuckles just grazing the top of his pubic bone. She could feel his throbbing erection straining against the fabric of his pants.
"Right here?" she asked, adjusting her hand so that it was flush against the underside of his shaft. "Or further down?" He groaned in response, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to get closer to her touch.
"Further," he said hoarsely, his voice rough with desire. She obliged, sliding her hand down over his balls and then continuing on until she reached the base of his cock. He arched his back at the sensation, a deep moan escaping him as she pressed down firmly with both hands, her fingers splayed wide across his throbbing erection.
He felt like he was being crushed, like his cock was being smothered beneath the weight of her hands. It was both excruciating and incredibly pleasurable - a sensation that sent electric pulses coursing through his entire body. She could see the veins in his neck bulging as he struggled to maintain control, each thrust of her hands into him driving him closer and closer to the edge.
"More... more," he breathed, his fingers digging into the sheets beneath him. Sweat was starting to bead on his forehead, and she knew that if she didn't let up soon, he would lose control entirely. But she wanted him to beg for it; she wanted him to plead with her for release.
And so, she continued, her hands pressing harder against him with every thrust. The muscles in his abdomen tensed and relaxed, the rhythmic contractions making his cock jump beneath her touch. She could feel the heat radiating from him, could see the beads of sweat forming on his skin.
He was close now, so close that he could taste it. His heart was pounding in his chest, drowning out all other sounds as she held him captive between her hands. It was a torturous game, one that left them both gasping for breath and desperate for release. But he knew that once he gave in to the urge, there would be no turning back - it would be too late.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of relentless pressure and unyielding desire, he could take it no longer. With a roar that echoed through the cabin, he exploded into her hands, his cum spilling forth in thick, hot streams. She smiled as she watched him surrender to the pleasure, her fingers still pressed firmly against him even as he came down from his peak.
As his body began to relax once more, she withdrew her hands, watching as the last few droplets of cum trickled down over his pulsing erection. He looked up at her then, his eyes hazy with satisfaction and gratitude. And in that moment, all they could do was bask in the afterglow of their shared passion.