36. Caved
thirty-six
Caved
“ D o you trust me?”
“In a cave? No.”
Erika grabs my hand and runs us deep into the cave, with her industrial-sized flashlight lighting our way. The light stalls, illuminating the cave wall, and a solid, flat surface.
“Do you feel safe in this spot?” she asks, as if she’s threatening to turn the flashlight off.
“Depends on what we’ll be doing in said spot.”
“That first night we were here—the way you left. You saved my life and ran away from me.”
“You want a true confession?”
She nods.
“I think you know, if Walter hadn’t shown when he did, I’m afraid of what I might’ve done—with your ass rubbing against my cock for so long.”
She smiles. “I felt it.”
“You’d have to have been paralyzed from the waist down not to have felt it. I was chicken. Saved by the fire call.”
I pull her to me, and she pulls my coat off, then her own and begins laying them on the ground.
“Kourt, I was thinking we can finish what we started.”
Her sweater goes next, then she lifts mine over my head. Erika clicks the flashlight off, and the world goes dark. Her hand presses to my chest and I breathe her in.
The smell and touch instantly magnify with no sight.
She rises up on her tip toes to reach me, and I grab and lift her, pulling her up to me before she can get there.
My mouth covering hers, as my tongue forces her to open for me in a kiss almost as furious as the one we shared on my bathroom floor. A whimper pulls from her lips and I all but growl into her tiny mouth when I feel her nipples peak against me.
“Erika,” I pull her ear to my mouth, and nibble down to her neck then lick back up it.
“I don’t have anything with me.”
She sinks a little in my arms, just before she rises back up to meet my face.
“Oh… then I—”
Squeezing her tightly to me, my heart pounding at the warmth of her, I’m not sure what to say. I haven’t slept with anyone without a condom since my marriage, but I can’t bring that up. I say another truth, instead. “I get tested regularly and I’m clean.”
“And I’m safe, and on the pill. I’ve only ever used protection with all partners. I’ve never… not used—I’ve been careful with everyone.”
“Are you sure you want to do this then?”
Hot skin melts into mine and I feel her breath on my face moving to meet my ear. “I don’t want to be careful with you Kourt. I want—you.”
My mouth is back devouring hers, as I blindly guide us to where I remember the cave wall stands. Turning my body behind her, like I did that first night in the cave, I use the wall as leverage and slide us down.
She hits the floor and leans into my lap. Turning toward me she crawls up to my erection.
“What would you have done if Walter hadn’t come that night?
” she asks, moving closer to me. “Show me,” she demands, in a whisper that meets my lips.
Her tits resting on my chest and her stomach on my cock.
My hands slide up her soft skin, tickling her ribcage as they move further to meet the lace of her bra.
Full tits burst at the seam of the under wire, and my large hands act on their impulse to release them.
Peeling the bra off her by practically bending the wire away from her body, my palms are met with hot, plush flesh and her erect nipples. I fucking roll them through my hands like putty as I groan into her cheek.
“ Hmm,” her head drops to my neck as she mutters, “What would you let me do to you?”
Her hands move to unbutton my jeans, and I scoot up to adjust, allowing her to unzip and unleash my frighteningly hard cock.
Erika rubs her thumb over my tip, tracing the pre-cum.
Sliding to her knees, she perches above me and unzips her own jeans.
My hands find her hips and slide them down her legs.
“But what about these?” She asks with a tempting smile I cannot see. “Would you have left them on me Kourt, or asked me to take them off?”
“Fuck.” My finger traces below her waist, then down toward the center of the rim of her panties, as I guide my way to where I want to be. Hooking my finger into the crotch of her panties, I pull them down and slide a finger over her seam. “You’re dripping wet.”
“Show me,” she whispers, still on her knees above me.
I sink a finger deep inside. Deep enough to make her moan so loud it echoes through the cave.
Then I find her open mouth and press my wet finger to her tongue.
My cock jerks at the breathy, almost inaudible sound she makes, and before I can stand it, I stick my finger back in her for a taste of my own.
“Come here,” I demand.
My dick springs free as I pull my boxers and jeans down and reach to find hers where I left them rolled by her knees. “Take your panties off.”
“Why?” Her voice is smokey and low. Quiet enough not to echo this time.
“You know why.” In the pitch black, damp lace meets my hands as she gives them to me, and I almost spasm when she unexpectedly slides wet heat from her bare pussy up the length of me—pausing to leave her slit balancing on my tip.
“Is this what you wanted me to do to you that night?” She slides up a little, until I feel her tight entrance at the head of my pulsing cock. “Why?” she asks, as if unaffected.
“Erika,” I say, my limbs heavy with lust and my mind soaring from the unknown.
I can see nothing. I only feel her warm.
Her tight, pussy hovering over my cock. She stays like that, positioned on my tip.
Then I feel her fingers moving just above me and I can’t see her face but in the silence of the cave—I hear her moan.
She trembles above me as her fingers rub her own clit, grazing the tip of my cock where she balances my cock next to her, like walking a tight rope. The feel of her hot, bare flesh touching mine in the freezing cave has me ready to spew uncontrollably.
“You’re teasing me.” My voice is like gravel. I can almost hear, feel or just sense her smiling as she works herself above me.
“You teased me that night.” Her words come out breathy and there’s nothing shy or vulnerable about them.
Fuck. She’s touching herself for the first time in front of me and I can’t see it.
Oh, God, can I feel it, though. The silence of the cave adds to the torture when, in between the occasional drips in the background, I hear how wet she is for me.
The slick wet sounds of her fingers touching everywhere I want to be, echo through my head. She’s in complete control.
I am too, until I feel a gush of her arousal drip down my shaft, and I fucking lose my mind. My body takes over and I grab the little minx by her hips and push her down onto my cock.
A intense cry leaks through the cave as she screams out her next breath at being filled. This time, her voice echoes throughout the cave, and fuck if I don’t get harder inside her at that sound. A sound I want her to make again.
Our echoes and the hard ground of the cave are forgotten as she catches her breath and begins to move with me inside her, and no barrier between us. Her hips roll into me slowly and I feel her back arch away from me as she pushes her body into mine with the new sensation of flesh on flesh.
We’ve gone from Christmas ornaments and sleigh rides to Winter Solstice—and the most intense fucking I’ve ever experienced.
“Why didn’t you want me that night?” She slows her thrusts and drags her pussy back down my cock away from me. My hands find her hips. “I was scared. Not because I wanted you.” My fingers separate and squeeze down to her ass cheeks. “I was scared of how much I needed you.”
A ragged breath escapes her lips.
“And now?”
“I’m fucking terrified.” My fingertips dig into her flesh and Erika slams back down onto my cock taking me as deep as she can and thrusting faster.
Her arms find me and reach around my back, pressing her tightly to me while she fucks me senseless.
Her body is shaking on top of mine, and I don’t know how I’ve managed to go this long.
Her walls pulse as she cranes up to my ear. “Gotcha,” she says, biting my ear tenderly and smiling into my neck as she continues to fuck my cock in the wild rhythm she ignited.
“Yes, Erika. You do.” My dick twitches inside her, and her body quivers in my lap.
“Kourt!” she screams, echoing my name throughout the cave.
I can feel her throw her head back while her orgasm spasms around me, but I can’t let her pull away from me. I grab the back of her head and neck and press her face into mine as tightly as our lower halves are fused together and, I come so hard inside her she gasps when she feels my release.
We stay here like this.
She’s on top of me, straddling my lap, cradled into my chest and neck. I’m still inside her. And we breath together, listening to the silence of the cave, the occasional drip of water in the distance.
I’m unaware of the amount of time that passes before our once-steamy hot flesh turns clammy from the cold, and I feel her shiver in my arms. Only then do we wake from our stupor and attempt to pull away from what we just encountered together.