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Perhaps it carries enough weight that they will come looking for her regardless of anything she says.
I growl softly in my throat when that thought strikes me. Fifty yards to my left, a red deer mistakes my troubled growl for one of hunger and bolts.
What will I do?
What I should do is clear. I should take her back to wherever she came from in the morning and suggest to her that she hunt elsewhere in the future.
But I don’t know if I will.
Oh, damn it all to hell, I know for a fact that I most certainly won’t do that!
I want this woman. Dammit to hell, I want her so badly I can’t even quantify it. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything the way I want her, and though my responsibility to all the bears in my care demands that I remove her from our sanctuary as fast as possible, I already want her to be with me for the rest of my life.
I growl again, and when this doesn’t ease my troubled mind, I hunt. The deer has traveled a quarter of a mile while I ruminate, but that distance is easily made up. I kill the animal quickly. There is no need for it to suffer.
Chapter Four
Melody
It turns out this wild man of mine can be gentle, too. It's a good thing, too, because I'm still wrecked from our multiple sexual adventures yesterday. On the other hand, when he kisses me and his hand moves to cover one of my breasts through my shirt, I moan like some kind of a complete slut. I think I would be perfectly content to let this man fuck me to death or, at the least, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from letting him do it.
But he's gentle, and there is a great deal of kissing. When he finally pulls his mouth off so he can lift my shirt up and over my head, he says in his growly voice, "Melody, you're beautiful."
I want to reply but all I can do is let out a sigh.
He doesn't seem to mind but kisses me again. This is sensual and romantic but he's still my wild man. For some reason, the contradiction thrills me. I don't know, I guess it's erotic that he's able to act so gentlemanly (if that's the right word) while also seeming so capable of extraordinarily rough, aggressive behavior.
It seems to excite him, too, just as much as the idea of me being so responsive to him thrills me. I don't know. I know that all of the times we screwed yesterday—and for the love of all that's good in this world, I can't recall if it was three times or four—there wasn't such tenderness.
He's squeezing my breast now while he's kissing me. Then, I'm getting naked. It's a blur. I'm caught up in things almost like yesterday but now caught up in the sweetness of the moment rather than in the power of it. He's pulling my panties off when I kind of return to a point of mental clarity and moan against his kiss.
He removes his hand from my breast and his mouth from my lips and pulls my panties off the rest of the way. He looks at me for a long time and then I feel his mouth on my pussy. I moan, almost in shock, as he kisses and licks and sucks. I lean back on the pillows and rest a hand on his head. This is actually the first time anyone goes down on me. Oh, very occasionally, a guy might lick there for a second or two, but it's just about getting me lubricated so he can more easily thrust into me and not at all for my pleasure.
Not this time. No. Not now. Russel is going down on me. He intends for me to cum in his mouth.
He takes his time. He's almost leisurely about this. He gets his tongue inside of me, his hands on my thighs. He maintains the rhythm, and I can almost hear soft drums keeping tempo as his tongue moves all over my pussy. I moan, and I quiver, and I shake, and it's almost like he can sense what action of his has the greatest effect on me.
And then, just like that, I'm cumming already! I've barely even had a chance to get started! Granted, the whole experience has me without any real understanding of the passage of time, but the point is that I'm completely overwhelmed by an orgasm that seems to happen almost instantaneously. I already couldn't speak. Now, I can't even breathe!
I have my eyes closed, and one of my hands is moving like I'm trying to catch lightning or something. I hold his head in the other hand. Actually, I just rest the hand there even though I want to try to push him away because the intensity of this orgasm and how it came on so quickly is almost scary. I think I sort of let out a scream, but I'm not sure. I'm certain I've heard myself screaming his name a lot yesterday, but I can't remember saying anything right now.
He gradually slows and the intensity wanes. It's beautiful. I'm almost coming down, but he's not finished with me. Instead, he kisses my thighs and my pussy, almost like he's kissing me on the mouth and above my pussy gently for a while. Then, he kisses my pussy again, this time using his tongue to lick my clit. It's powerful. It's sensual and wild.
I don't know if it's a new orgasm or the continuation of the one he gives me before, but suddenly I'm shaking as I cum again or whatever. I almost feel like I'm in shock. It feels as though in a way I’m detached from what happening, detached even though I feel every sensation completely and precisely. I hear screaming, and I'm not sure which one of us is doing the screaming. Since his mouth is still on me, it has to be me, right?
I can't speak even though I desperately want to beg him to fuck me!
I think it must be a new orgasm, and I don't know how I'm even holding up. I must be completely limp. I can't speak, and I can't do anything except let him lick and kiss my pussy. He's still there when I start to cum again, and I think I I'm babbling, I think.
He finally stops licking me, and then suddenly his weight is atop me and his cock is inside of me. Again, he moves sensually rather than roughly, and I actually feel like I'm going to cry because of how beautiful this is.
It's really a strange and wonderful feeling, almost like a dream. It's like I'm watching it unfold from a place detached from the action. I feel more like a spectator than anything else, but at the same time, I’m keenly aware of every single nerve ending in my body cumming so powerfully that I nearly pass out from the force of it.
The feeling actually takes me to the edge of a third orgasm, but it's too much and it's too fast. I think maybe I was cumming before. I think maybe I was lying next to him, just enjoying the aftereffects. Now, I'm cumming again. I can't control it. I'm shuddering beneath him, and he's moving slowly. I'm shaking so hard that the bed is rocking back and forth.
He kisses me a few times, and when he cums, suddenly everything is clear to me. What I mean is, it's not dreamlike anymore. It's all focused, and the focus is crystal clear. He still moves slowly, and things come into perfect focus.
And I say, "Russel, I love you."
