The Cave

In the dimly lit cave, 22-year-old Aria ran her fingers through her dark, wild pubic hair. She had always been attracted to the ruggedness of the cave, and the thrill of being alone with her lover, 25-year-old Brax.

Brax approached Aria, his chiseled abs glistening with sweat from the cave's dampness. He gently pushed her back against the cave wall, his hands roaming up her toned thighs.

"I've been thinking about this all day," Brax growled, his breath hot on Aria's neck.

"Me too," Aria moaned, tilting her head back to give him better access to her neck.

Brax took the invitation, his lips finding her earlobe and nibbling gently. Aria's breath hitched as he made his way down to her collarbone, peppering kisses along the way.

Aria reached up and ran her fingers through Brax's short, spiky hair, pulling him closer. She could feel his growing erection pressing against her thigh, and she couldn't wait any longer.

She reached down and began to stroke him through his pants, causing Brax to moan into her neck.

"Fuck, Aria," he whispered, his hands now roaming up to her breasts. He squeezed them gently, causing Aria to arch her back and press herself further into him.

Brax took the hint, his fingers finding the hem of Aria's shirt and lifting it up over her head. He wasted no time, his lips finding her nipples and sucking gently.

Aria let out a loud moan, her fingers still tangled in Brax's hair. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, her body begging for more.