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He now let my hair go and with a cat like flexibility leaped up into the basin I was bathing in. With one hand grabbing my neck, he kissed me intensely again. His other hand urgently moved onto my breasts, forcibly massaging and squeezing my nipples, and for a second leaving my mouth to suck on them with the same passion that was mixed with a trembling pain.
The vibe between my legs tortured me. I extended my body to him. He responded immediately sending his hand in between my thighs, his fingers invading the moisture and wetness in me, touching my sensitive spot from which this crazed vibe escaped. I moaned loudly, relishing the sensations he was giving me, knowing that here, in the cave, no one would hear us. I leaned on my hands and knees inside the water like an animal in heat, turning my buttocks and pelvic to him. He penetrated me wildly from the rear, his arms holding onto my waist moving my body in sync with his. He penetrated me again and again, groaning like a wild animal, without stopping. He increased the rhythm more and more, extracting calls, moans and groans of pleasuring pain and wild relentless pleasure, until we both exploded like two primal, animalistic and wild creatures.
We collapsed into the water, breathing heavily, but not minutes later his hands and lips had returned to my body. The intensity and wildness of the passion did not diminish, but now, once we had attained the initial gratification, we engrossed more in getting to know the sensitive spots on each other’s body.
When his lips invaded the space within my thighs too, pleasuring my sensitive organ with his tongue, he was not gentle, or sensitive. This animalistic touch excited me with intensity levels I had never known, and the gratification I felt rocked and shook me time and time again.
Only after completing about three mating cycles, the vibe in me finally settled, and the calm spread in my body. My limbs were relaxed. I felt as if I was floating in the water, or maybe even hovering in the air.
Jack felt the change and understood its meaning well. With the same flexibility he climbed to me, he now descended the rock like a cat on his velvety paws, put on his pants and before vanishing, ran his thumb over my lips. With his piercing blue eyes he told me that he would keep everything between us, and that we would come together again for our mating ritual, at the same place, with the same passion, and the same wildness…
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Chapter 12
As I was dragging my feet down the island, my head was filled with excited thoughts: How will I tell the group about the vision? How will I present it to them without being considered crazy? and How can I keep my actions to myself until it is time to share them with Eddie?
Inside I knew, more than anyone else, that Eddie would have the hardest time accepting the tribal way of life I was about to bequeath to our little tribe—a new/old way of life.
When I arrived at the lower level, I saw a huge commotion. Everyone was excited and rattled about the fact the water stopped descending, and they were busy looking extensively for me, as they were worried I had fallen into the water. They were certain I noticed the silence and followed my sense of curiosity to check the meaning of it, and so they feared for my safety.
When they saw me, they breathed a sigh of relief. At first they were very happy to see me and then scolded me fondly for making them worry so much. Surrounded by excitement and my friends’ questions I could sense, without the need to look, Jack’s blue eyes resting on me, sweetening our secret.
Eddie arrived, limping on his crutches, upset and excited. He held me so tightly I almost lost my breath. I could see on his face how anxious he was. “I was so worried for you, Grace!” he confessed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you!” He buried his face in my hair, which was still slightly damp from the extraordinary dip I took, “Grace! You’re wet! Where were you? Did
The vibe between my legs tortured me. I extended my body to him. He responded immediately sending his hand in between my thighs, his fingers invading the moisture and wetness in me, touching my sensitive spot from which this crazed vibe escaped. I moaned loudly, relishing the sensations he was giving me, knowing that here, in the cave, no one would hear us. I leaned on my hands and knees inside the water like an animal in heat, turning my buttocks and pelvic to him. He penetrated me wildly from the rear, his arms holding onto my waist moving my body in sync with his. He penetrated me again and again, groaning like a wild animal, without stopping. He increased the rhythm more and more, extracting calls, moans and groans of pleasuring pain and wild relentless pleasure, until we both exploded like two primal, animalistic and wild creatures.
We collapsed into the water, breathing heavily, but not minutes later his hands and lips had returned to my body. The intensity and wildness of the passion did not diminish, but now, once we had attained the initial gratification, we engrossed more in getting to know the sensitive spots on each other’s body.
When his lips invaded the space within my thighs too, pleasuring my sensitive organ with his tongue, he was not gentle, or sensitive. This animalistic touch excited me with intensity levels I had never known, and the gratification I felt rocked and shook me time and time again.
Only after completing about three mating cycles, the vibe in me finally settled, and the calm spread in my body. My limbs were relaxed. I felt as if I was floating in the water, or maybe even hovering in the air.
Jack felt the change and understood its meaning well. With the same flexibility he climbed to me, he now descended the rock like a cat on his velvety paws, put on his pants and before vanishing, ran his thumb over my lips. With his piercing blue eyes he told me that he would keep everything between us, and that we would come together again for our mating ritual, at the same place, with the same passion, and the same wildness…
* * *
Chapter 12
As I was dragging my feet down the island, my head was filled with excited thoughts: How will I tell the group about the vision? How will I present it to them without being considered crazy? and How can I keep my actions to myself until it is time to share them with Eddie?
Inside I knew, more than anyone else, that Eddie would have the hardest time accepting the tribal way of life I was about to bequeath to our little tribe—a new/old way of life.
When I arrived at the lower level, I saw a huge commotion. Everyone was excited and rattled about the fact the water stopped descending, and they were busy looking extensively for me, as they were worried I had fallen into the water. They were certain I noticed the silence and followed my sense of curiosity to check the meaning of it, and so they feared for my safety.
When they saw me, they breathed a sigh of relief. At first they were very happy to see me and then scolded me fondly for making them worry so much. Surrounded by excitement and my friends’ questions I could sense, without the need to look, Jack’s blue eyes resting on me, sweetening our secret.
Eddie arrived, limping on his crutches, upset and excited. He held me so tightly I almost lost my breath. I could see on his face how anxious he was. “I was so worried for you, Grace!” he confessed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you!” He buried his face in my hair, which was still slightly damp from the extraordinary dip I took, “Grace! You’re wet! Where were you? Did
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