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Lira awoke in the darkness just before sunrise listening to the sound of light rain that had begun to fall. Her body was enveloped in the warm embrace of the beast who had taken her just hours earlier. The hours of lovemaking combined with the day long hike left her physically exhausted. Though her body ached for more sleep, her brain would not allow her to rest.
She lay still with her back against her lover, not wishing to rouse him yet, her head resting on his right arm bent under her. Her brown hair, loosened from its elastic tie, cascaded around her shoulders and over his arm, her hips cradled within his own. She could feel his eyes on her as he lie waiting for her to stir from sleep. But she wasn't ready to face him yet, not until she could make sense of what happened last night and how she felt about it, not until she had figured out how to tell him good-bye without enraging him. She recalled his sudden aggression when she had rejected his request to stay with him and make this her home here in these backwoods of Maine. Though she had been alarmed by his reaction, their feral mating had awakened a long dormant desire, a primal need in her, arousing her to a fantastic orgasm. Even in the heat of his passion and anger, he had attended to her physical need, indulging her desires until she climaxed.
She had never felt so sexually free with a partner, so completely sated than she did last night. But his attentions did not cease with their lovemaking. When she awoke in the middle of the night, thirsty and hungry, she found he had anticipated her needs, fruits and nuts placed by her head, a blanket she did not recognize was draped over her feet keeping them warm. Though his body heat warmed her, she felt a renewed shyness lying naked next to him under the glow of the stars and moon that permeated the fabric of the tent. She attempted to cover herself with the blanket even knowing she might overheat under it, but he stopped her from pulling the blanket up beyond her knees.
"Not hide," he demanded.
She initially resisted but he had looked at her with such longing, so she settled for using her arms to cover her breasts and torso as best she could.
He gently pulled her arms away and whispered, "Please, Belle. So nice to look."
She felt herself blush at the idea that he found her body so appealing. Allowing him full view of all the curves of her body, the soft touch of his caresses relaxed her until she soon fell asleep while he watched her peacefully slumber.
Lying awake in the early morning light, she struggled to separate her physical desire from her emotional need. So many of the men who came into her life had showed her attention but only to abandon her after they had used her for their pleasure. Was she now falling into the same pattern she was trying to break, mistaking a man's sexual attention with love and affection? Feeling his warmth she thought, had he not been more than just sexually attentive, had he not also cared for and even cherished her? Was he not now showering her with affection, warming her and protecting her?
With the heat of his gaze on her, Lira kept replaying in her mind the moments of last night. True, he had stalked her, chased her, trapped her, stripped and exposed her. But looking back on the heated fusion of their bodies, his initial assault seemed more like rowdy, untamed foreplay. As she recalled the details, despite all his raw primal fucking, he never harmed her, and he never possessed her until she allowed him to. He gave her complete control. She was the one who initiated their coupling, even impatiently demanded it. Even before he did so, this creature, this beast, this man had repeatedly expressed a need for her, not just for the night, but forever. But was it a demand or did she have a choice in the matter? And how could she let her heart and body be possessed by him when she didn't even understand his true nature -- predator man or beast? As the memory of their lovemaking swirled in her brain, her desire for him, whatever his nature, began to escalate anew.
His impatience for her was also growing, as he leaned into her and breathed heavily, "Belle."
The timbre of his voice echoed through her, sending shivers to the very area of her body that ached for his touch. She was delaying having to face him, fearing that the cold light of day may alter the vision of raw animalism and rugged handsomeness that she recalled. She smiled remembering the vision of wild hair framing rough, ruddy features, his thick muscular torso and legs that towered over her, and those meaty hands ravaging her body. With eyes closed, she edged backwards and pressed her body fully against his, feeling the stiff rod that was waiting for her attention. His arms tightened around her, emanating warmth and protection as Lira melted against him.
"Rüt," she moaned as he tenderly spread kisses over her neck and shoulder. He took his time, he was patiently waiting for her to make her move. Without facing him, she slowly spread her thighs, beckoning him to explore her waiting core again. Delaying her gratification and increasing her anticipation, he slowly caressed her breasts, feeling the nipples harden under his playful thick fingers. She arched her back thrusting her chest up toward him, allowing his mouth to capture her left breast and suckle the hard nub while his hand continued to play with her right breast before continuing its journey along the gentle swell of her abdomen He dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips pulling her buttocks hard against his erect shaft before moving farther down between her splayed legs to the moist lips begging to be invaded.
With the echo from the gentle patter of rain on the nylon tent, Lira moaned louder as his mouth and hands so skillfully heightened her pleasure. He lifted his mouth from her breast now slick with his saliva. She could feel his eyes on her waiting expectantly, but she kept her eyes closed, her hands laying lightly on his large hands, as they followed the movements of his caresses across her body, intertwining her fingers with his as they plunged into her wet core. She gasped loudly at the feeling of his large fingers penetrating the lips that had been fucked raw so recently. With that she opened her eyes to view her lover again. He was gazing down warmly into her face with steel blue eyes, his features strong and masculine but not as harsh as she recalled, his hair not a tangled mass of strands, but rather long dark silky locks cascading in waves past his shoulders, his figure while still massive compared to her curvy petite frame, was less imposing and less intimidating than when shadowed by the evening light. She noted a number of fresh cuts on his recently shaven skin. His eyes, pained with longing, searched hers as if desperately trying to read her mind. She smiled at her wild Adonis and lifted her head towards his to taste the lips that had given her skin such pleasure.
He kissed her deeply, leaving no question of his desire for her. But she felt something more in his urgent kisses. Was it need? Did he really need her, as he had repeatedly declared during their lovemaking? He growled as she hitched her leg up over his thigh to allow him greater access to her hole, newly flowing with her moisture. She adjusted her torso to position her wet opening at the head of his cock, slowly gyrating her hips to tease the tip of his shaft with the outer edges of her vulva. But her actions equally stimulated her as his glans repeatedly grazed her clit drawing it to attention. Pre-cum was now leaking generously from the tip of his cock, coating her mound and mingling with her juices that had pooled at her clit. He broke their kiss with a sharp breath as she pressed her hips firmly down on his shaft, forcing his deep penetration of her wet pussy. She smiled at the control she felt over him, the control he was giving her. Bucking her backside toward his abdomen, she pressed further to take him fully into her warm center. His arm reached under her left leg lifting it above his thigh while his right arm which had cradled her head extended to cup her breasts with his hand. He held her still like this while he rammed into her eliciting high pitched moans and gasps from her with every thrust of his hips.
"Oh God, oh God, ooooh Gaawwwd. Please....doooon't....sto...o...o...op!" she cried out. He eased up as soon as he felt her getting close to climaxing. She looked back at him with a pout on her lips. He smiled at her deviously before swallowing her pout with another kiss.
"You torture me, my beast," she whispered breathlessly into his mouth. A chuckle escaped his lips, and Lira realized that her beast understood her more than his limited vocabulary led on. Before she could react, he slid himself down to drink from her fountain, his tongue searing her skin in the cool morning air.
"Belle pains Rüt more," he whispered hoarsely as he plunged his tongue into her and lapped at the sweet fluid flowing freely. Who is this man, she thought briefly before he plunged his fingers into her, probing her center to bring about her orgasm like he had during the night. As though he had a treasure map of her body, he located her elusive pleasure spot and gently rubbed the swollen flesh with just enough pressure, causing Lira to squirt her ejaculate. He greedily drank her fluid like it was Ambrosia itself before clamping his lips around the nub of her clitoris sending her into a dual orgasm. As if in the free fall of a roller coast, Lira was pinned against the earth, unable to move except for the muscles contracting violently and uncontrollably around the invading fingers, bucking her hips into his mouth and squeezing her thighs around the head of her lover as she spasmed until her orgasm slowly subsided.
Lira remained still as she recovered, breathing heavily, her breasts heaving, her nipples erect and excited from his stimulation. Rüt rested his head between her legs, enjoying her scent and continuing to dart his tongue randomly around and in her ultra-sensitive pussy causing her to squeal softly with each spasm and jerk. The temperature of the tent felt like it had increased by 50 degrees and her skin was covered in a film of moisture.
