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Erotic fiction by Michele London
Winter had come.
It howled at the entrance to the cave, promising a bite to rival a wolf’s. But from the alcove at the end of the tunnel it was little more than an unpleasant echo. They had coaxed a small fire to grow around the bundle of half-dry sticks. Steam rose from their skin and clothes and hair.
Nessa looked at her hunter from across the low orange crackle of their fire and felt the familiar buzzing in her skin; the need for him that always came on so strongly when she was least expecting it. He crouched beside their fire, poking the kindling with a sharpened stick, adjusting the fuel until he could be satisfied that the blaze was as large and healthy as it could be.
He looked up and caught Nessa staring at him. He held her gaze, his hand suddenly stilled. He gave a jerk of his head, and Nessa crept over the cave floor to his side.
Setting his stick down, he grazed his hands down the side of her face, studying the features he already knew so well. Her dark hair hung in ropes around her cheeks and down her back, and he brushed it aside, following the line of her shoulder and neck with hungry eyes. His rough, heavy hands slid her tunic off her shoulders with practiced skill, and it fell to her waist without a whisper.
Nessa tilted her head back and he buried his mouth in the soft hollow of her neck as his hands came up to cover her breasts. Between his thumb and forefinger he worked her nipples, pulling them away from their soft mounds and then massaging them back again. She moaned, and he clamped his teeth down around the sinew of her shoulder. A shock of desire fired through her loins and she arched backwards.
Her hunter followed her, laying her down on the floor of the cave with his firm bulk comfortably heavy on top of her. He set to work peeling off the remainder of her clothing and wandering his hands over her skin. She stretched her arms up above her head and writhed beneath him, pressing the warmth of her sex against his stiff manhood. He fit so well into the heat between her legs, even through his own leather and pelts, and the memories of how he filled her was enough to stir another bolt of lightning through her aching body.
Nessa pushed her hands down between their bodies, seeking, and then finding, the rod that pressed against her. He groaned when she removed it from his clothing and wrapped her warm palms around it. She knew how to stroke him, and where. Soon the deft work of her hands around his thick head had him seeping a moisture onto her fingers that she used to work him even harder.
He pulled away from her just long enough to remove the fabric that separated them from around his waist and then his weight was back, crushing the air from her already breathless body until she gasped with delight.
His cock nudged her entrance and she parted for him, spreading her legs wide to curl around his back. With her heels she urged him in, and he complied at once. He sank into her depth with a long, low groan, pausing only for a moment when their bellies rested together, stilling himself so that he did not spend his seed too quickly.
With a coy smile Nessa clenched her muscles around him. He grunted in surprise and nipped at her shoulder again. But no further coaxing was needed.
They found their usual rhythm with ease, and soon his hips were pumping into her with just enough force and speed to leave Nessa pleasantly sore, gripping his shoulders, and panting for more. She tightened around him again, pushing him closer.
Her hunter filled his hands with her breasts. He bent low to lave his tongue over first one, and then the other, sucking hard at each peak and then releasing it to the chill air, until they were as hard as river stones.
He took her legs from behind his back and brought them both to rest upon his shoulder. With one arm circled firmly around her thighs he pulled her even closer to him and resumed his pounding against her naked flesh, gripping her thighs and hips and bottom in his strong hands and grinding out their shared pleasure.
The pressure on her swollen core increased, each thrust of his manhood sparking it again, and soon, Nessa felt her release climbing to overtake her. Her hunter knew, by the pitch and hue of her moans, that her climax was near. He slid his fingers between the lips of her slick sex and found her hidden bead, laying his thumb heavy atop it and letting the movement of his thrusts stir her to her release.
When she broke, Nessa arched up from the cave floor, spasms tearing through her belly and arms and legs. Her cries echoed off the cave walls that surrounded them, turning quickly into moans that matched the continued pace of her hunter as he sought his own finish. Every thrust of him sent a new shock of pleasure through her shuddering body and she rode each one with weak-limbed acceptance, too overcome to do anything else.
He made no noise when he came, only tightened his grip on her legs and gave a few last sharp pumps before stilling and closing his eyes. His breathing was short, and despite the cold of the night a sheen of sweat glistened on his brow. Nessa longed to pat it away for him, but she could only lie beneath him, recovering as slowly as he was.
Eventually he withdrew, slowly, and rolled off of her to sit in front of the fire. Nessa took a moment to pull her tunic back around her shoulders and then joined him there. He stirred the fire again, finding the glowing orange embers beneath the coals and prodding them to new life. Nessa watched him work, watched the muscles move in his arms and chest with a grace that belied their strength.
Michele London is an author, an editor, and pleasure consultant with Scarlet Girl.
She is a regular contributor to Scarlet’s Letter and the archive of articles at
. She writes dark fiction and erotic fantasy, and dips into real-life tales of sexy for the lovely ladies as a Scarlet Girl pleasure party consultant in the San Francisco Bay Area.
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