“All you want to do is paint me?” I teased.
He tore his shirt over his head and tossed it on the bench. The heavy shadows on his face and muscled body from the moonlight made him look savage. The jagged lines of the tattoos on his rugged shoulders enhanced his dangerous appearance. His abs were sharp and rigid. I could imagine being chased through a forest by this awesome specimen of manhood a million years ago. I would gladly have let him ravage me.
“I’ll do anything you want,” he growled.
“Anything?” I whispered.
“Anything,” he hissed.
“Take me,” I said seductively.
He stalked toward me, crouched low. His eyes burned from under his brows. He looked ready to snarl like a beast.
I started to shiver with anticipation and a little bit of fear. The flames in his eyes were more intense than I’d ever seen them before. They were the blue fire at the core of the flame, the darkest, hottest part of him.
He stopped inches away from me and dug his fists into my long sleeve T shirt at the collar. His fingers knotted into the cotton. The muscles of his naked chest bulged and his shoulders knotted. Roped tendons and coiled veins popped on his forearms. His eyes held mine. I was mesmerized by his masculine power.
There was a sharp tearing sound as the savage man holding me in his fisted grip tore my shirt open. His lips peeled back over his teeth as cotton ripped and popped, splitting my shirt right down the middle. Hot passion glowed in his eyes as he forced the tattered shirt down my arms, binding my arms. I was at his mercy and I didn’t want to be any other place in the universe at that moment. I was his to have.
He tore my shirt open the rest of the way, freeing my arms. A month ago, I might have covered my bra and breasts with my arms out of shyness. Instead, I shrugged off the remnants of my tattered T shirt and stood proud while I thrust my chest at my man.
He stared at my breasts, devouring them with his hungry gaze. They were his. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall. He caught it before it touched the ground like an expert hunter and tossed it onto the bench like a slingshot. It landed on his shirt like an arrow hitting the bullseye.
The cool night air tightened my nipples into rigid buds.
I felt his manly desire washing over me. That desire was for me. For my womanhood. Mine, and mine alone. In that moment, I understood. My perfect man was all man. His lust had driven him to seek out the finest specimen of womanhood he could find. And he had found me. He had chosen me out of all other women to be his woman. Because I drove him wild, I ignited his passion, I made him crazy. I turned him into a desperate caveman. And now, I would be his cavewoman.
With his hard hands he cupped my breasts delicately. He kneaded them gently, worshipping them and treasuring them because he knew they were a woman’s tools for sustaining newborn life. Without my womanly breasts, his young offspring could never survive. For all his animalistic strength, his masculinity was nothing but a brief moment in history without my womanhood to carry his seed into eternity, passing our life force on and on to future generations.
Heat burned between my legs.
He squatted down and threw his arms around my hips, lifting me up like I weighed nothing. He held me high in the air with his powerful arms like a primitive idol, then lowered me so that my stomach slid down his chest. His hair tickled my skin until he squeezed my breasts against his face. As he nuzzled my chest and inhaled my scent deeply into his lungs, I coiled my arms around the back of his head, pulling him into me. He groaned as his nose skimmed across one breast and his tongue followed, licking up from the swollen curve at the bottom and tripping across the knotted nipple.
Wetness rained down inside me.
He worked my breasts over with intense attention, licking, sucking, twisting, squeezing. Primal pleasure waved out from my chest as my legs squeezed around his waist. I buried my nose in his thick hair as I dug and twisted my fingers into his thick locks. I inhaled the erotic smell seeping from his pores. The scent of his naked desire arrowed into my brain and sent spears of ecstasy down my spine. The muscles deep inside me throbbed with need.
I sighed audibly and it turned into a long, loud moan as I threw my head back to let the energy of need flow out of me into the world. I was completely unconcerned with who could possibly be listening to us up on this mountain top. I was alone in a jungle somewhere with this heathen who was burying his face in my breasts, crudely licking and suckling sustenance from me like a barbarian.
He lowered me until my face was level with his. Our noses touched delicately in soft contrast to the hot heat that had consumed him earlier. There was gentleness inside this beast. The blistering passion in his eyes remained, but the tenderness of his lips as they brushed against mine was that of a loving mate who would be kind to our offspring. This brutal beast who could hunt and protect could also nurture and love.
We kissed in a quiet, soft way, drinking up the refined, complex pleasure of lips and tongues. Heat passed between us, our breath mingling, our life force combining. We were connected on every level.
Words and thoughts melted away as we became pleasure together.
He released our kiss and squatted down and set me on the ground. He knelt before me, his face in line with my pelvis. With ceremony and reverence, he unbuttoned my jeans and slid them and my panties down to my ankles. He kissed my naked womanhood with the same careful appreciation he’d shown my mouth. He breathed heat into me as my wetness dripped onto his face and into his mouth.
He swallowed me like a thirsty animal, his tongue licking and lunging into my wet hole.
I thrust my hips into his face as pleasure overtook me. His stiff fingers squeezed my ass, holding me as my knees gave way. I would’ve fallen to the ground if he hadn’t been supporting my weight with his strong hands. I was taken by the pleasure that blotted out my consciousness. I became the essence of femininity and ecstasy as he ate me, and nothing more.
I erupted into a violent orgasm, a volcano of heat splitting my body open like the birth of the planet. Like Mother Earth, I came alive as intense energy broke me open.
I screamed my awakening and came fully alive for the first time.
I was a woman.
I roared.
And I came.
I came…
Infinite light and infinite dark bounced off of each other, vibrating and fighting against each other.
I vibrated between their two extremes.
Slowly, sensuously, I returned to human awareness.
A hulking man had his face buried between my legs. Now he was standing up, looking me in the eyes, supporting my limp, spent body. His mouth was smeared with wetness. With the fluid of life.
We kissed deeply as I regained consciousness.
Strength and desire surged through me. I yanked my shoes off and pushed my pants and panties off until I was completely naked. I tossed my pants and socks onto the bench.
I lowered my head and glared up at him, my lips curling with anticipation.
His own lips twitched with challenge.
I lunged at him and clawed at the belt around his waist and tore his pants off, pushing them down to his ankles. His cock stood tall and proud as I kneeled before him. It was thick and veined and rugged like his powerful arms. He was masculine power from head to head.
His cock throbbed with need as he stood over me. I couldn’t allow him to suffer another moment without my heat. Our eyes locked as I worshipped him. I tongued, licked, teased, inhaled, and swallowed.
He allowed me to worship him.
Soon, his approval transformed into submission as he groaned and moaned. His huge, muscled thighs shook. He could barely stand up. All his strength was in my mouth. He was powerless to fight me off.