Jospin
I slip out and thread through the forest, heading toward the waterfall. I’ve gone twice already, each time hoping to see Raven. She’s never here.
Today is different. I know as soon as I turn a corner, around a rock and through a path of branches.
My eyes go to Raven’s legs. Exposed and draped across a boulder in a pocket of sunshine.
I’d like to stare at her mouth forever. She’s smiling as if I make her happy, and it brightens my world, her look. It flips a switch in me and I’m dying to taste her.
“Raven,” I say.
How many times have I seen her face, and yet it is never, not ever, enough.
Her mouth collides with mine. Hot and fast. Reality fades away. In this moment, I will cherish Raven. I am wrapped in this hope that she won’t stop kissing me. That Raven will never stop kissing me. Right now it is Raven and me and nothing else.
“There’s a cave. A secret one under the water. I could” —she peels off her shirt— “show you.”
I’m staring at her bra, thinking how incredibly sexy she looks. She removes her boots and socks next. Her shorts last.
My pants tighten with need. I crave the taste of her as a heaviness pools in my muscles. I picture her under me, skin on skin, while I touch her the way she likes.
“Raven,” I say, voice thick with want.
My eyes roam her body. I strip down to my cargo shorts. I have no idea what she’s talking about with an underwater cave, but I want to go wherever she’ll take me. She arches her arms, ready to dive, her injured one a little less taut than the other. A splash surrounds her when she hits the surface.
I dive in too.
Raven waits for me, then kisses the water off my lips. “Take a deep breath and follow me.”
She dives in and I follow. What I see is surprising. All the time I’ve lived in the jungle and never known of the small underwater hole near the bottom of the pool.
I follow Raven through an entrance. Her feet kick bubbles around my face.
My eyes are wide under the clear water, even when there is nothing left to see.
Darkness eventually gives way to a small light that seems more reflected than pure.
My lungs ache. I feel along the surrounding walls.
They’re irregular and rough but hard. A tunnel time carved out of rock.
Finally, the narrow space opens into a small pool of water. Raven and I surface, gasping for air.
It’s a strange feeling to find myself in an undiscovered part of the forest. Rocky walls wetly reflect light.
A small natural hole in the ceiling of the cave lets in fresh air.
As far as I can see, the cave is about as big as my house but not as tall.
When we exit the water, I have to crouch.
We crawl to the far wall and settle down against the smooth rock there.
Enough light from the midday sun streams through the hole to show me the color of a few surrounding rocks—gray with splashes of black. The water is perfectly clear.
The bottom of the pool is as rocky as the space around us.
It’s silent. Just Raven’s breaths and my breaths in this incredible place.
“Do you like it?” Raven asks.
This place is a gift, I realize.
“It’s perfect,” I whisper.
Raven
I settle into a nook between Jospin’s arm and body, both of us lying back on a stone bed. The cave is peaceful. No one here but him and me. I’ve wanted this for so long. Jospin nips my earlobe. Kisses my cheek.
“I’ve missed you,” he says into my ear.
I shiver. His touch moves over me, starting at the base of my neck, winding around my shoulder and down the soft skin of my arm.
“Do you miss me too?” he asks.
It sounds like, from the smile in his voice, he already knows the answer. “Yes.”
Jospin turns my body so that I’m facing him. Slowly, ravenously, his eyes take in every inch of me. Stopping on my underwear, then slowly sliding farther down. He leans in.
“Do you have any idea,” he says, barely a whisper, “what it’s doing to me to have your skin against mine?”
Yes, because I’m feeling it too. “No.”
He laughs. “Let me tell you, then.”
He kisses my neck softly.
“You” —runs a finger between my breasts— “are driving me” —whispers— “insane. I want to touch your skin and taste your release and feel my fingers deep in you. Then, I want to replace them with my cock.”
I suck in a breath. Press into his touch. He loops one bra strap around his thumb and yanks it down. Rains kisses across my shoulder. His fingers make their way to my stomach, over my hips.
“I’ve imagined seeing your smile and hearing your laugh and sinking into you, and then never letting you go,” he continues.
My breaths deepen.
“I want to fuck you so deep and hard that you never think of another man that way again. I want memories of us to erase any past lovers you’ve had,” he whispers. “I want to leave you completely satisfied.”
“Mmm,” I manage. My hand travels to the line of his boxers, which are just peeking out of his shorts. I move to the scar left on his stomach from a bullet wound, healed but forever marked.
“I need this off,” he says, tugging at my bra. “All of it.”
“Then take it off,” I say, giving him permission to have me. To do whatever he wants.
Jospin grabs the other strap and slips that down too. But he doesn’t kiss me. He doesn’t undo my bra. He just looks at me. He stares and watches, and I can’t tell what he is waiting for.
He takes my hand in his and kisses the inside of my wrist, surprisingly intimate. My body aches with a kind of heat only Jospin can bring out in me.
He flips me around. His lips move down my spine, every inch, making my muscles clench in pleasure.
He twirls his tongue in the soft spot in the arch of my lower back.
He kisses up my spine, making me shiver.
I move against him, silently asking for more.
His fingers snag on my underwear. I wiggle to help him pull them down.
Jospin takes his time, torturously slow.
Finally, my underwear is gone and my skin is bare on the cool rocks.
Jospin kisses my backside. Softly, he nips my skin with his teeth. His fingers trail down the backs of my legs, feather touches that tickle. He kisses my thighs. Spreads them open. His fingers run the length from my heels up the inside of my legs, stopping again over my backside.
He’s driving me wild. And then his head lowers and I feel warm breath on the most intimate part of me. Jospin licks along the seam between my legs so softly. He spreads me wider so that I’m open for him, and he licks again. I moan.
“Fuck,” he groans.
As I lay on my stomach and arch up against his mouth, he grabs a handful of my ass and really starts devouring me.
I gasp. “Yes, Jospin.”
He licks more. Thrusts two fingers into me. I’m soaked already. He knows exactly how to touch me. He reads my body and understands what I want, what will make me shake with need, what I crave.
“You love this don’t you?” he says.
His deep, sexy voice sends shivers through me. “You know I do.”
“How bad do you want it?”
More than anything right now. “Enough to do whatever you need me to.”
He groans. “Raven. Shit, I love when you give yourself over to me. When you let me have you any way I want.”
Whatever he needs, it’s his.
“Jospin, give me more,” I beg.
He delivers with the perfect lashing of his tongue.
His fingers glide easily into me. I’m writhing and panting.
I’m so close to coming. It’s been too long.
He knows this too, and backs away. I look over my shoulder and see him grinning.
He’s teasing me. This is a softer, playful side of Jospin. I like it.
“Not yet,” he says, withholding my pleasure.
I’m wound tight but I don’t mind because I know he’ll deliver what I need. I roll over, leaning up to press my lips against his.
My hands roam over his body. I trace the outline of his shorts and boxers and pull them both down—slowly, slowly, slowly, until Jospin can’t take it anymore.
He unhooks my bra and tosses it aside. Sucks in a breath as our skin meets.
Something warm presses against my breasts—a key that hangs from Jospin’s neck.
He lifts the key over his head and sets it on the rocks next to our clothes. Gently, achingly gently, Jospin’s fingers whisper over the skin between my thighs. He moves closer, sliding a leg between mine.
“Promise me you’ll hurry,” he says. “Promise me you’ll meet me here in one week, if you can get away. I need to see you again.”
“Okay,” I say, because I can hear the pain and the urgency in his voice. And because, honestly, I’d agree to anything at this point, if he would please keep touching me.
“Mean it,” Jospin demands, teasing me with his fingers so that I can barely focus. “Look at me, Raven.” I do. “Promise me and mean it,” Jospin says.
“I promise you. I will try to meet you here in one week.” I truly mean it.
Jospin must hear it in my voice, because he lets the topic drop. He lowers his head to mine and kisses me. I wrap both arms around him.
“Raven,” he breathes. “I need to be inside you.”
My legs spread at his request. He reaches for his discarded shorts and pulls a condom out, fitting it to himself.
And then his mouth moves to my nipples. Tugging enough to make my insides clench.
My hands travel his body, where hard muscles dip and curve, over his chest and farther down his stomach.
“Jospin,” I moan.
I guide him into me. He moves slowly at first, his body trembling with leashed restraint.
My back presses into cool stone as I wind my legs around him.
Jospin groans, but then he stops and pulls out.
I feel the void that he leaves behind. His hands move down, fingers gliding over the spot between my legs, slowly making me come undone.
He circles. Dips his fingers into me, then back out to circle me more.
He keeps doing this as the pressure builds.
I’m just about to lose it when he suddenly stops and grins. He likes what he does to me.
“More,” I say, needy.
He licks his lips. “Only if you say please.”
“Please,” I say, no hesitation.
He puts his fingers into his mouth, tasting me, wetting them more, then rubs them along my lips and between the folds. I whimper. He stops again.
“Not nice,” I complain, but I secretly like it, the way the pressure builds and slows until I can’t take it.
Jospin stills, watching my body with an admiring smile. “So beautiful.”
He’s beautiful too, with his muscles even more pronounced in the shadowed light of the cave. I miss him too much.
“More, please,” I request. He runs fingers softly over my nipples. Gooseflesh erupts all over my skin. “Please.”
“Are you begging?” he says, grinning.
I look down to where he’s ready for me, and I know I’m not the only one affected.
“Yes,” I admit, unashamed.
I take him in my palm and start moving my hand back and forth, friction against the most sensitive parts of him. He is sitting on his knees, and his head falls back, a groan escaping his lips. I move faster, urging him to touch me again too.
Finally, he does. His tongue finds my neck, while his breath becomes erratically fast. He bites at the skin covering my ribs, at my shoulder, at the underside of my breasts.
Then he pulls away from my hand and slides fingers between my legs again.
They move fast this time, and I can’t hold back.
I arch against the rocks. Jospin takes me to the place where light explodes behind my eyes and my body rides a wave of pleasure.
He removes his fingers as he slips into me, hard and thick.
That’s when the pressure really explodes. I’m lost, completely lost. It’s me blissfully sinking into ecstasy. It’s Jospin groaning as I clench around him. It’s a free fall, a ball of fire, a forever moment of nothing but pleasure.
Jospin picks up his pace. I’m clawing at his back. I can’t control the need to have him everywhere.
“Fuck,” he says, as I reach down to touch him. He rides deeper into me.
I bite into Jospin’s chest to keep my screams at bay. His hands grab my breasts as he rocks into me in with hard thrusts. I move my hips to match the rhythm of his.
“My Raven, so sexy,” he whispers.
My arms lift above my head and fall back against uneven rocks as he slides deeper.
I know nothing but Jospin. I know the softness of his lips and the look in his eyes that tells me that he loves me, wants me, owns me.
And then I feel him stiffen, pulling me against him as he comes undone.
The weight of Jospin’s body pins me in place but I love it, because it allows me to feel his heart thrashing against mine.
He keeps me wrapped in his arms as we try to catch our breath, as our panting slowly calms and fades into quiet.
With Jospin still inside me, I know only one thing.
I never want to leave this moment.