She shifts her position on the bed, her eyes fluttering open as she runs her hand over the cool sheets, only to notice he isn't there. The warm figure she'd fallen asleep with, their limbs entwined together was no longer laying beside her.

She sighs, still half asleep, and sits up in the bed. The cold night air against her bare breasts causing her to flinch and suck in her breath.

Then he returns, his silhouette black in the midnight darkness, only a sliver of moonlight breaking through from the cabin door.

'Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you' he says, his voice rough and deep, heavy from the cigarette he'd just smoked.

'It's fine, you didn't' she whispers, her voice slightly hoarse, still half asleep.

He pulls the door of their small bedroom shut, letting out a gruff moan of appreciate at the sight before him, his eyes already well adjusted to the darkness. He takes a moment just to watch her, his partner. Her eyes, dark, and yet sparkling even though heavy with sleep. Her ebony hair tumbling down her shoulders, in loose curls. Her breasts, full and soft, rosey nipples grazing the quilt she's pulled up round herself.

'Carla' he whispers, as though he has something to say, when in reality he couldn't muster up anything of any importance.

'Mmm?' she murmurs, quietly, her eyes now closed, ready to fall back into the slumber she'd been roused from.

Peter smiles, sitting on the edge of the bed and turning his torso round to face her body.

Her leg was exposed, smooth skin catching the light. The way the quilt pooled around her thighs, revealing a glimpse of what lay beneath.

He couldn't resist running his hand up her leg, his fingers, gentle but firm, pressing against her skin, taking her in as he moved his skin over hers, over her calves, knees, reaching the quilt that rested on her thigh.

Carla lets out a soft sigh as his cold skin met hers, the connection between the pair so hot they felt sparks fly.

When it came to her, he could grow aroused in just moments, fleeting seconds. Just the touch of her skin, the position of her leg, the flutter of her lashes could send him into a state of hunger, lust.

He turns his entire body, crawling up the bed, kneeling before her. Without a word her legs relax, her thighs parting just enough to give him permission.

He reaches for her ankles, softly pulling them up and apart, placing one either side of him. He pushes the quilt off her, watching her full breasts settle as she lays back, her hair splayed around her pillow.

Hey eyes are still closed, but her lips are pursed and curled into an anxious smile.

He wants to reward her now, but he has to make her wait, just a little longer.

He hooks a finger around the thin band of her thong, clinging to her hip. He pulls it down, and she raises her hips so he can drag it over her arse, and down her legs.

Her arousal is clear, the wetness of her pussy, catching the light. She wants him.

He trails slow and steady kisses up her legs, lingering on her thighs, letting his lips drag their way tantalisingly close to her pussy.

But he restrains himself for just a little longer, letting his fingers trace the shape of her hip bone beneath her skin, letting his warm breath tease her skin.

He feels her grow frustrated, her hips beginning to grind against the sheets, desperate.

They can wait no longer. Finally, he pulls her hips forward, towards his waiting tongue. He runs it, slowly, up through her deliciously wet lips, tasting her growing lust. Her back arches as she feels the roughness of his beard against her sensitive centre, his tongue expertly flicking her just where she needed.

He circles her clit, sucking her swollen bud, rhythmically moving against her. She's moaning now, loudly, growing closer and closer to her peak. He introduces a finger, and then another, pushing inside her tightness, pumping his fingers whilst simultaneously rolling his tongue against her clit.

And then her legs quiver, her body shudders, her back arches and her toes curl, he feels her thighs tense against either side of his head, and she cries out, her voice shrill and yet ringing with pleasure. He receives her orgasm, the sweet taste of her nectar as she she cums, releasing herself right into his awaiting mouth.

He feels his cock flex and harden as she does so, the sheets beneath them now damp, sodden with their midnight pleasure.

He pulls away, and removes his fingers from deep inside her, and she cums again, her pleasure peaking as she squirts joyously against his hand.

The night is silent around them, the sound of her cries, just seconds ago, ringing loudly in his ears. Her chest is rising and falling and he wants her, again and again.

The world around them sleeps, as they stare at each other hungrily, their night, only just beginning.