Ava

The sun is just starting to peek over the horizon as we load our bags into the car, the cool morning air crisp. I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement as I slide into the backseat, Ethan and Liam on either side of me, Alex behind the wheel.

We've been planning this getaway for weeks, a chance to escape the chaos of our everyday life and focus only on each other. And now, as we pull out of the driveway and onto the open road, I feel a sense of freedom wash over me.

The drive is long, but time seems to fly by as we chat and laugh, the radio playing softly in the background. The landscape changes from the bustling city to rolling hills and sprawling fields, the colors of fall painting the trees in vibrant shades of red and gold.

As the sun climbs higher in the sky, we stop at a small roadside diner for lunch, the smell of greasy burgers and crispy fries making my stomach growl. We slide into a booth, our legs tangling beneath the table as we peruse the menu.

The food is simple but delicious, and as we eat, we discuss our plans for the weekend. Hiking in the woods, stargazing by the lake, curling up by the fire with a good book… the possibilities are endless.

Back on the road, the anticipation grows as we near our destination. And then, finally, we turn down a winding dirt road and the cabin comes into view, nestled behind the trees like a hidden gem.

It's even more beautiful than the pictures on the website, with its apparent logs and vast deck, the afternoon sun glinting off the windows. We get out of the car, stretching our legs and breathing in the crisp, pine-scented air.

Inside, the cabin is cozy and inviting, with plush couches and a crackling fireplace, the mantel adorned with little trinkets. The kitchen is well-stocked, and we waste no time unpacking our groceries and settling in.

As the day turns to evening, we venture out to explore the property; the leaves crunching under our feet as we walk hand in hand. The lake is a short walk away, and as we emerge from the trees, the sight takes my breath away.

The water is crystal clear and still as glass, reflecting the pinks and oranges of the sunset like a mirror. We stand at the edge, lost in the beauty of the moment.

And then, as the last rays of sunlight fade and the stars begin to appear, Liam pulls me close and kisses me deeply, his hands tangling in my hair. Ethan's mouth is on my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, his fingers teasing my nipples.

I moan into Alex's mouth, my body responding to their touch, my pussy already wet and aching for them.

"I want you," I gasp, my voice thick with desire.

"You have us," Liam growls, his cock hardening against my ass.

"All of us," Ethan murmurs, his fingers slipping between my legs.

"Yes," I cry, my body trembling with need.

They carry me back to the cabin, their hands and mouths never leaving my skin. Inside, they lay me on the bed, their bodies covering mine, their cocks hard and ready.

"I'm going to fuck you, baby," Alex says, his voice low and husky.

"Yes," I moan, my body arching toward him.

"And then I'm going to fuck you," Liam growls, his fingers digging into my hips.

Ethan just gives me an intense, hungry look.

"Yes," I cry, my body aching for them.

They take turns, their cocks filling me, stretching me, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of my skin.

I lose track of time, lost in a haze of pleasure, their bodies moving in perfect sync, their cocks thrusting deep inside me.

"I'm going to come," I gasp, my body tensing.

"Come for us, baby," Alex commands, his voice strained.

"Yes," I cry, my body exploding with pleasure.

They follow soon after, their cocks pulsing inside me, their release triggering my own.

We collapse in a tangle of limbs, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts racing.

"I love you," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.

And as we drift off to sleep, I know that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

* * *

Afterward, we lay there in a tangle of limbs, our skin cooling in the night air. I've never felt so content, so completely at peace. Here, in the arms of my loves, the rest of the world fades away, and all that matters is the love we share.

The rest of the weekend passes in a blur of lazy mornings and afternoons of laughter, passion, and quiet moments of intimacy. We hike through the woods; the autumn leaves a riot of color around us. We paddle out onto the lake, the sun warm on our faces and the water lapping gently at the sides.

In the evenings, we cook dinner together, chopping, stirring and tasting, the kitchen filled with savory scents. We eat by candlelight, the flickering flames casting a warm glow over our faces as we talk, laugh, and simply enjoy each other's company.

And always, there is love. The gentle touches and stolen kisses, the whispered words of affection. It's in the way Alex's hand finds mine as we walk, the way Ethan's arms wrap around me as we fall asleep, the way Liam's eyes brighten when he watches me from across the room.

It's a love that makes me feel cherished, safe, and understood in a way I never have before.

The drive back home is quiet, each of us lost in our own thoughts as we watch the miles slip away. The city looms on the horizon, like a glittering jewel in the distance, and I feel a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving our perfect bubble of happiness behind.

But then I remind myself that the magic of this weekend isn't confined to the cabin in the woods. It's a part of us now.

That night, as we lay in bed, I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

"Thank you," I whisper, my voice choked with emotion.

Alex brushes a tear from my cheek, his touch gentle and reverent.

I smile through my tears, my heart so full it feels like it might burst. This is what love is, I realize. Not the grand gestures or the sweeping declarations, but the quiet moments of tenderness.

And as I drift off to sleep, safe and warm in the arms of my loves, I know I am the luckiest bitch in the world.