Nathaniel laysme down on the cushioned tent bed, his thick thigh pressing between my legs as I rock against him seeking friction.
He brings out the primitive woman in me. Maybe it’s the fact that we’re in an isolated part of the world where it’s nature over man. I can’t describe the reaction I have, but I know it’s due to the pull that Nathaniel has had on me since I met him. Like gravity, it locks around my center and demands I connect with him by some force of nature.
I want hard. Rough. Primal fucking.
My hands are everywhere, reaching, grabbing, pulling, yanking. They find the elastic edge of his briefs and slide underneath and over the firm humps of his ass. God, what a perfectly formed masterpiece.
As he divests me of my damp T-shirt, I lift my arms and a thrill spirals through my belly when his mouth lands on my naked breast.
A cry escapes my lips and I arch against him.
“Yes. Yes, Yes,” I confirm, although he hasn’t asked a question.
My eyes close at the tingling sensation from his tongue as he licks and torments my rosebud nipples.
Nathaniel’s cock is pressed hard against my thigh and the need to touch him charges through me like an enraged bull in the streets of Pamplona.
Slipping my palm down his shorts, I feel him hard, pulsing and hot.
I enclose my fist around the base and slide over the taut flesh, reaching the tip. I swirl my finger around the crown, spreading the beads of precum and the presence of his desire.
While I continue to stroke, he works at my underwear, pulling it down just enough so that he has access to me. His fingers skate across the wetness and I gasp as his mouth once again finds mine, pressing firmly and kissing the air from my lungs.
His fingers continue to toy and play, slipping through my wet folds and flicking my sensitive nub.
Nathaniel’s deep voice breaks the silence as he whispers thickly in my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, first. I want to hear you scream when you come. You understand?”
I’m breathless and unable to form words, so I just hum an affirmative response.
It’s then that his long fingers, callused from the outdoors, breach my entrance and bury themselves inside me.
But it’s not enough. Although they are magical and talented, I need his cock inside me.
The thought swims through my head as he pumps his fingers, as I writhe against his palm, hungrily seeking that oblivion. The moment his thumb presses at my swollen clit, I go off.
And I do as he said. “Nath-an-iel…Oh. My. God.”
His whiskers abrade at my ear as he chuckles low and deep. But I have no respite from the high because the next thing I know is he’s on top of me, poised at my entrance.
He stares down at me with such intensity it leaves me speechless. At some point, he’d covered himself with a condom and the fat head of his cock pushes inside.
“Open for me, Marin. Be a good girl and spread your legs.”
My body instinctively complies with his demands and I spread myself wide, wrapping my legs around his hips as he pushes in deep, burying himself inside me.
I must scream because the concern in his voice is evident.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, you feel…perfect.” I emphasize this statement by digging my nails into his fleshy ass, pulling him into me until he bottoms out.
“Oh, Christ. You’re trying to kill me.”
My giggle gets lodged in my throat as Nathaniel begins to move in earnest. Pushing in and pulling out. The drag of his thick cock inside me sends ribbons of pleasure coiling low in my belly. Soon, and without warning, I feel that ever-perfect intensity at the base of my spine as it explodes through my body.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, that’s it.” His term of endearment sends me straight to heaven.
