He’d never known anything like it. Certainly he’d had oral sex, but not like this. Helpless, his sight gone, his whole body seemed more alive, more sensitive than he could ever remember. Fire pulsed through his body, his cock straining at this sweet torture.

“You know what I like with hot fudge,” she murmured. “Nice cool, whipped cream.”

He heard a raspberry noise and his cock felt the chill of the light froth as it covered him completely, again from base to tip.

“Oh shit,” he muttered, “that’s cold.”

“Well then, let me get rid of it for you.”

Her pursed lips moved up and down his shaft, sucking the sweet cream up like a vacuum. At the top, her teeth raked gently over the tip as it disappeared, her tongue lapping up every last bit.

“Hmm, you taste good. A little salty, but very good. Let’s see what else there is to play with.”

Something smooth, cool and silky moved across his thighs and stomach, drifting lightly to snake itself around his cock. A feather tip tickled his balls as her breath blew softly on his pubic hair.

“Oh God…” he moaned, twisting and writhing in building pleasure.

“What a lovely, big, thick cock you have,” she cooed, dragging the silk scarf around his shaft like the red stripes on a candy cane. “So hot and full.”

Another scarf moved lazily across his throat and down to his nipples, the thin material barely touching his skin but sending icicles of excitement through him like a burst of electricity. The scarves moved around his cock and over every inch of his body. She pulled one tenderly up and down the arch of his foot, relishing the little chuckles they elicited from him.

His rising excitement was firing her own. Watching him squirm as she worked on him, she felt herself growing hot, her desire building. Removing the scarf with a last flourish, she straddled him, brushing her swelled, wet clit and pussy the length of his cock, his fiery, rippled hardness sending flashes of pleasure sizzling through her.

Under her, his cock twitched and wiggled like something alive, seeking her in hot desperation.

“Do you like that?” she whispered, laying herself out on him, her nipples touching him ever so slightly, her lips meeting his.

Groans and whimpers of pleasure answered her, his body moving against her. She watched the big vein in his neck throb as blood pumped through it, hot and horny and anxious for her. A wave of heat washed over her as she bent down and bit into his soft flesh just where his neck blended into his shoulders.

He whimpered and wiggled beneath her, his body musky and aroused, covered with a salty sheen of passion and exertion. Satisfied that the red marks of her teeth would blossom into a very nice hickey, Elgin traced her tongue slowly down his chest, stopping at his nipples. At her first touch, Harm shuddered, his hips bucking under her in response to the unexpected sensation. Encouraged, she nipped and sucked on the tiny buds, bringing them to their full erection.

She couldn’t stand much more foreplay and she knew he couldn’t either. Moving backwards a little, she eased herself up, taking him in her hand and guiding him until she sat, fully impaled on him, her clit rubbing on his balls, the feel of him filling her to bursting.

Groans and growls bubbled out as she moved slowly up and down his shaft, squeezing and teasing; pushing herself down on him as hard as she could, then easing up until only the head of his cock remained in her.

She watched, eyes half-closed in a dreamy fog as his stomach muscles tightened and relaxed with the rhythm of his pumping, chest hair darkened with his sweat, arms straining and outlined against the bedding and the dark wood spindles.

Sparklers fizzed in her blood and the first shudders of orgasm grew into full climax, rocking her as he came beneath her, their cries and moans mixing and running together like streamers of confetti in the wind.

Quickly, she undid the scarves, tossing them aside as she removed the blindfold and began to massage his wrists and arms.

“Turn over,” she ordered. “If I don’t rub your neck and shoulders, you’re going to feel like you played the first half without your pads.”

“Mmm,” he mumbled, dutifully turning on his stomach, letting her gently massage his neck, shoulders, back, arms and wrists.

“Okay?” she asked after several moments.

“More like terrific. Come here.”

She folded into his embrace and they lay quietly, listening to the morning birds and their breathing returning to normal.

“How ‘bout a nice refreshing shower and then a long soak in a warm tub? Help keep those muscles from getting stiff. Just in case…”

“I knew there was a reason they had those great big old tubs,” he laughed. “Nothing like a little aquatic hanky-panky for a honeymoon cottage.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Romeo, but the reason the tubs are so big is that according to local gossip, the original owners were both well over six foot tall. Had the tubs made extra large especially for the cabin.”

“Makes a good cover story,” he insisted. “And after all, what’s a little good, clean fun between consenting adults?”

“You think so, huh?”

“Definitely.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

“Mmmm, you taste good,” Harm mumbled, nibbling the back of her neck.

“You can’t possibly still be horny,” she laughed, shaking her head and settling against his chest.

“I never said I was horny,” he corrected, “only that you taste good. And look good and feel good and smell good.”

“Are we just going to lie here in this tub all day getting wrinkled and pruney?”

“Either that or we could go back to bed. I think there’s still some hot fudge left.” Circling her in his arms, he leaned back and closed his eyes.

“Whoa, there,” she giggled, feeling his soft cock in the small of her back as she cuddled between his legs, “I don’t know about you, but I’ve had more sex in the last couple of hours than in the last couple of years. Better pace ourselves. We’re going to be here ‘til Labor Day and you don’t want to peak too soon.”

“I don’t care about anything except fucking you, which I intend to do as often as you and Nature will permit, including in this marvelous old tub. Maybe not right this minute, but it’s definitely going to happen. With any luck, more than once.”

“My God, I’ve created a monster. A horny, insatiable monster.”

Turning her gently, she saw he’d grown suddenly quiet and serious.

“On the contrary,” he whispered. “You took a hard, cold, unfeeling monster and turned him back into a caring, needy, very horny man again. He just wants to show his gratitude and appreciation for giving him back his life. If he can make you squeal with pleasure, that’s just a bonus.”

“I didn’t do anything. That warm, caring, very horny man’s always been there; he just needed to be reminded, that’s all.”

“Thank you anyway.” They shared a long, passionate, slightly awkward kiss.

“Well, I’ve got to get out of here,” she announced. “If I don’t, in another ten minutes I really will look like a wrinkled old hag. Besides, if I don’t at least get some coffee, I’m going to pass out.”

“I guess you’re right,” he agreed as she grabbed the tub sides and lifted herself up. “You better eat. You’re going to need all your energy. The day’s still young yet.” He flashed her an evil grin.

Rolling her eyes, Elgin padded across the room and grabbed her towel. Pulling the plug, Harm got out and joined her.

“What say you take me to the Lodge for dinner tonight? If you’re good, I’ll let you pay the check.” She smiled slyly. “And if you’re very, very good, I may even let you get me tipsy and take advantage.”

“And how good would I have to be?”

“We’ll work on that today. A lot.”

When they’d dried, Harm went across the hall to his room to dress and Elgin did too, taking a little extra time to comb her hair and put on fresh lipstick but no underwear.