Painless (44 page)

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.
 

I consumed all of him greedily, taking him in deep.

He couldn’t stop me.

And he couldn’t stop himself.

A roar thundered from him, his chest flexing and his abs contracting, shaking his entire muscled frame.

His manhood poured into my mouth as his body quaked with pleasurable release.

I gripped his cock tightly in one hand as I drank him in. He quivered against my tongue and the back of my mouth.

When his spasms slowed, he bent over, hands on knees, breathing heavily.

I licked the head of him clean, then finally released him.

A final drop of cum dribbled out the tip of him. I dabbed at it with the tip of my tongue and swallowed.

I wiped the side of my hand across my mouth.

I was still hungry.

I stood and we kissed deeply for a long time, swallowing each other, drowning in desire. When I felt him pressing hot and hard against my abdomen a few minutes later, he shoved me toward the bench. I stumbled onto it. Then I was on the bench, on all fours, my tangled hair hanging in my face. I threw him a taunting look. I bit my lower lip.

He stood tall and strong. His cock was engorged once again. He kicked each boot off and peeled his bunched jeans off each foot until he too was completely naked under the moonlight.

He sauntered toward the bench and walked around behind me.

I narrowed my eyes and looked at him over my shoulder, sending him a sultry gaze. His manhood twitched expectantly. I lowered my hips and bent my knees, presenting my womanhood to him.

He stepped forward and took me from behind.

My core was slippery and ready. He slid deep inside me, until his hips pressed against my ass. I clenched him tightly as he slowly withdrew. His hands grabbed my hips from behind as he thrust forward. I pushed my hips back, meeting him in the middle.

I squeezed his manhood each time he withdrew, letting him know that I didn’t want him going anywhere. He fell into a steady rhythm, pumping into me as I thrust back toward him.

Pleasure built inside me. Soon, any conscious control faded away, any desire to perform or please disappeared as the ecstasy he gave me claimed me. I gave in to the wanting, I gave in to the ravishing. My back arched as my breasts pressed into the pile of clothes beneath me, giving him full access to take me and overwhelm me with his dominant male energy.

Energy tornadoed inside my body as I let go of reality. The most perfect man in the history of men hammered into me like an animal. My pulse pounded in my ears and accelerated as his thrusts intensified. Again I roared, a lethal lioness in the throes of a timeless mating ritual.
 

The ground split open beneath our feet and fire raged from the center of the earth, bathing us in a geyser of magma as our orgasm shattered us to dust.

We cried out together as we renewed the eternal bond between masculine and feminine.

Union.

===

Christos was on top of me, squashing me into the pile of our clothes on the bench as I struggled to heave in a breath.

“Holy shit,” he said hoarsely. “I can’t stand up.” His heavy torso was pressing down on mine.

“Ack!” I hissed. I couldn’t get enough air to force out a complete word.

“You okay?” he asked, concerned.

“Gick!”

He rolled off me and plopped onto his ass in the dirt beside the bench. He twisted onto his knees and kneeled beside me while caressing my cheek. “Samantha? Talk to me? Did I break something? Do you need CPR?”

I rolled onto my back, completely naked, and stared up at the stars overhead. “I’m fine,” I whispered. “Did we fall asleep?”

“I think we passed out.” He smiled.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I think after we came I fell on top of you and we both passed out.”

I frowned. “That’s ridiculous.”

“If you have a better explanation, I’d love to hear it.”

“Not really,” I smiled, “I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“I think I broke a testicle that time.”

I winced. “You didn’t hurt yourself pounding so hard, did you?”

“No,” he chuckled. “I meant when I came. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before. I mean, like, ever. You don’t have any bullet holes in you, do you?”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“From when I shot my load?”

“Not getting it.”

“It felt like bullets to me.”

I laughed. “That’s lameballs.”

“I was thinking flameballs.”

“I thought you said it was bullets.”

He snickered, “Flameballs sounds way better than bulletballs, don’t you think?”

I rolled over on the bench to my side and smiled at him. “You’re such an idiot,
agápi mou
.”

He grinned, “That’s why you love me.” He leaned forward and kissed me softly.

Before I knew it, our kiss had deepened sensually and I felt turned on all over again.
 

After awhile, I pulled away and smiled, “I’ve never had sex on a mountain top before.”

“I’ve never had sex on this bench before,” he said.

“Really?”

“I told you before, this place is sacred. I’ve never brought any women up here.”

“But you brought me,” I smiled.

“Yup. And now this place is officially consecrated ground. If any other women ever comes up here,” he chuckled, “I think the ground will swallow them up.”

“I think we were almost swallowed up when you were inside me earlier,” I grinned.

“You keep talking like that, and I’m going to have to do it again,” he purred.

“Okay, but how about we do it back at the house? It’s cold out here.” By cold, I meant I was completely naked outside in the middle of the night and I was chilly. If this had been D.C., we probably would’ve had frostbite and hypothermia by now. As it was, my teeth were wanting to chatter and I needed to warm up.

“Sounds good to me.” Christos stood up.

“You have dirt all over you.”

“Do I?” He looked down at himself. “I didn’t even notice.”

I had dirt on my knees and feet too, but he had a big patch on his ass, which was butt white, unlike the rest of his tan body. We’d both been getting sun since the start of Spring. “I can’t decide if I like the speedo tan you’ve got going or not.”

“If you want, we can go down to the nude beach by SDU where I saw you that time with Madison and Jake. Then we can lay out and erase our tan lines together.”

Madison and I had never gone back to that part of the beach since we realized it was nude. “Mmm, maybe not. How about we go with tan lines?”

“We can always lay out on the deck at home when my grandad is out.”

I loved how he called it our home. I smiled to myself as I put clothes on.

We both dressed.

I realized my T shirt was destroyed, but I managed to knot the ends together at my waist, over my bra. “You like?” I asked.

“You sort of look like Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island. But blonde and hotter. And after what we did on the bench, way dirtier.”

I almost asked him uncertainly if that was good. But that was the old me. The new me chuckled confidently, “And you loved it.”

“I did. And I love you,
agápi mou.
” He leaned over and kissed me.

“And if you want any more of my dirty, you’re gonna have to catch me!” I turned and ran down the hill in the darkness.

I could feel Christos’ cum dripping into my panties as I ran. I didn’t care. I still felt like some primal woman from pre-history. I didn’t care about things like dirty underwear or doing laundry. All I cared about in that moment was the perfect specimen of manhood chasing after me, the one who had just mated with me. I felt so alive, I wanted him to take me again and prove his manliness.

The trail was rough and uneven, and I felt gravity pulling me faster than I was comfortable running, especially considering how dark it was.

But Christos’ boots were pounding right behind me.
 

I didn’t want him to catch me so easily.

I sped up my pace, focusing on where my feet fell and keeping my center of gravity low and balanced.

A thread of my old insecurity knitted my brows and a string of my ingrained civilized sanity spooled through my thoughts. I realized that my desire for Christos had me so turned on, I was being stupid. I mean, I was barreling downhill in the darkness. I could easily break an ankle or a leg. It scared me. I wondered if Christos might destroy me with his unrelenting abandon someday. I expected my old friend fear to snatch my confidence and devour me at any moment.

But I wasn’t that frightened girl any longer. I wasn’t going to let fear run my life.

I was a woman, and I was strong.

A powerful feminine force reared up inside me like a champion mare or a lioness on the tundra and it stomped out my fear decisively. Adrenalin and excitement poured into my veins and swam through my body.

Christos could only have me if he was strong enough to catch me.

I ran as fast as I could down the trail. I jumped over rocks and divots like an experienced huntress in her element until I was on the street below. Then I sprinted toward the house, Christos close behind.