heavy in my ear now. “So wet. So sweet.” He picked up speed and moved his hand so his thumb could push against my clitoris as his long capable fingers thrust in and out of me with a force that had my ass scooting up along the blanket.
He lifted up and hover his lips over mine. “Look at me.”
I forced my eyes open to find intense blue eyes searching mine. “Don’t stop.”
“Do you want to come for me baby?” He taunted.
“Yes. Please.” I begged pushing my hips back against him.
“Easy baby.” He slowed to a torturous pace. “That’s it, hold it in. You’re mine now. No other man will ever touch you again.” He promised with a hint of a threat.
I can barely breathe.
He kept my eyes prisoner as he picked up the pace again. This time he pounded the shit out of me with that hand.
I felt my whole body clench and arch as I begged, “PLEASE!!”
“You can give your pleasure to me know baby. Let it go.” He gave me a couple more thrusts to send me over and went down to taste me.
The aftershocks are nothing like the orgasms I used to have with that guy in college. What was his name? Whoever he was, he doesn’t compare to my Turner.
My Turner? When did I claim him?
He slowly pulled free as he kissed along my jaw. “That’s my girl. My sweet juicy peach.” He found a nipple with his mouth and sucked.
“Ah!!” Another spasm nailed me.
He moved over to the other one and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. “Such full beautiful breasts. I want to bury myself between them and get lost forever.”
I can’t even lift my head, but somehow my hands drove into his hair. The abrupt stop from the tangles made me pull it unintentionally.
He lifted up, “Oh really?”
I laughed, “No!! You need to brush your hair.”
He kissed his way back up to my chin. “That’s your job. As my old lady it’s your job to make sure I don’t look like shit.”
I laughed again, “You could never look like shit, you’re too beautiful. Like some warrior God from under the sea that rises up and floods everything in his path, taking everything with him.”
His breath on my lips made me open my eyes. “What do you mean I take everything with me?”
I twisted his beard in my fingers. “Who am I Turner?”
“My old lady.” He looks confused.
I smiled giving up, “Never mind baby. I’m delirious with sex running through my veins. Are you hungry?”
“Always. Good rabbit by the way.” He went back to kissing, but kept his hands planted to support his large frame over me as he kissed.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I said sincerely. I was proud of that kill, maybe mores than the deer. To have him say it tasted good, put the icing on the cake of my victory.
My victory was short lived. The next morning he woke in a rage. I have no idea why. I thought we’d come an understanding, but he must not see it that way.
Today is the first day he hung around camp all day, and he’s driving me nuts with his silence and grumpy gestures. I thought maybe he was hungry, the man can eat, when he does. Maybe he’s still tired?? No, that can’t be it, he’d slept for like fourteen hours or something.
I decided to get away from him and go for a walk to gather herbs and whatever else I could find. Maybe another rabbit. Mostly I just want to get away from his sour mood.
I told him I was going and he stood up like he wanted to go with me. “I’d like to go alone if that’s okay.” I said over my shoulder.
He smacked me on the butt. “If that’s okay what?”
“If that’s okay, sir.”
“No, it’s not.” He shrugged his jacket on.
I sat down giving up, “Never mind.”
“You just said you wanted to go for a walk, let’s go. I don’t like this back and forth shit. When you ask me for something, make damn sure you’re not wasting my fucking time.” He scolded.
My inner lawyer reared up not willing to take this abuse for another minute, “The reason I asked to go for a walk was to get away from
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