I know that feeling.
She has quick, nimble hands and sharp eyes. Her body is big for her height, but healthy, like a mother to be. Waiting for babies, lots of babies inside her, I can just tell. And I have plenty inside me, waking up at the sight, and scent of her. Her readiness to make them with me this spring.
“Why are you here?” I ask her, not meaning to sound so gruff, but I’m suspicious of anything new, especially from the outside world, and there’s a part for me that’s worried more will come. More like her?
No.
Men.
Men and their machines. Their noise, and all the problems they bring with them.
“I… I’m a biologist.” She says, giving me a look, like I wouldn’t know what a biologist is. I don’t know how I know, but I just do.
I nod slowly, not being able to help take in the lines of her body as she bends over her pack, her big chest showing now that she’s undone her top a little.
I don’t think it’s wrong to show her I’m hard, it should make it easier, but she gets red and looks away every time she notices me excited for her.
“Don’t you like me?” I ask her, noticing the shock register, then a little fear in her eyes, making me back down. I don’t want to hurt her, or frighten her. I just need to be with her.
“I don’t even really know you…” she says, biting her lip as she eyes my aching bulge again. I move it with my hand, groaning as I touch it.
“You make me this way.” I tell her, trying to make her understand, wanting to show it to her, but knowing she has to want it. I can’t force nature.
Her face goes very red, like blood. But she doesn’t look away and I notice her breathing is hard and heavy, like mine, in time with the aching beat of what’s grown in my pants.
So hot, so stiff for her.
Why doesn’t she want this right now? I need her to take it inside her, to let me get relief. To make our baby.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Haylie
“Let’s just take it slow, okay?” I hear myself telling him.
For all his ruggedness, his hard body and mean looks. He’s quite childlike, innocent.
If it were anyone else, anywhere else, I’d be backing out towards the door and running for my life. But with him, it’s the most natural thing for him to be so hard, so big for me.
I try and busy myself. But it’s hopeless, we both know what’s going to happen, so why am I fighting it?
“I have a job to do, up here.” I remind myself, while explaining to him what I’m actually doing in his neck of the woods.
“Have you been here long?” I ask, looking around, “We came here every spring for a few years running…”
“Who?” he challenges me suddenly, leaping forward, looking around, as if they were in the cabin with us.
“Nobody…” I assure him, “just the professor and some other biologists… they didn’t disturb anything, did they?”
I ask him, suddenly feeling I’ve trodden on some pretty big toes by thinking I have more right to be there, in his woods than anybody else.
But he relaxes, shaking his head to himself.
“Pro-ffe-ssor…? It’s just… the thought of you, with another… it makes me wild,” he says and stifles a grin, still shaking his head.
“You… making me crazy like the bear, or even the wolf… always crazy when spring comes, for the baby making.”
I feel myself flush and my breath shudders uncontrollably in tune with my trembling hands and knees. His accent, his demeanor and his free speaking about mating has my mind replaying what I felt like doing pretty much as soon as I got off the chopper, as soon as I caught his scent.
I am a scientist, and I do know that chemically, there’s no denying the ol’ animal attraction, but feeling it coursing through my veins, and everywhere else, firsthand. It’s a little too much to take right now.
I feel so flustered all of a sudden, because it hits me like a potent chemical message. All I have to do is get down on all fours, yank my thermals down and I know that mountain man here will be balls deep inside me before I can say yes please.
The thought makes me gasp again, along with another sound which escapes me, to which he replies with his own low growl, smirking a little and wagging his finger at me.
“See,” he teases me. “You know, you only pretend not to…”
“I come here sometimes.” He continues, changing the subject for my benefit. “I move with the season, if too cold, I go south, if too warm, I come up here. I have many places to go.”
I have a million questions, but I can see he’s getting used to talking again, not sure when the last time he had company was. I know isolating myself for weeks in research sometimes, it’s awkward when I have to face people again.
“Who are you?” I hear myself blurting out, in the middle of him describing how he knows just when it’s the right time to move, or when to stay.
The sad, frustrated and faraway look returns to his face.
“Nikki… I think. Nik- something. I don’t remember. So long without faces, and animals don’t care what I call myself, they only know my smell… Hay-lie.” He says, deliberately saying my name slowly and I can see it's done nothing to quell his arousal either by just talking.
Nikki
I feel like carving the name on my heart, and hearing his husky voice intone it only makes me ache more for him than anything else. Having a name to describe him, the feeling I get, it takes everything I have not to rush over and kiss him.
Sensing my new mood, his aquamarine blue eyes burn into mine, speaking a thousand things without saying a word.
“You could kiss me, like a welcome kiss,” I hear myself saying boldly. Totally shocked I’d even say it, but it’s far tamer than anything else either of us are thinking, I know that much.
“Kiss?” he asks, pretending to be baffled. “Show me,” he commands, his voice dropping low and his face growing dark with intensity, turning my damp-o-meter from damp to torrent in a heartbeat.
Now, I’ve never kissed anyone. Not like a romantic kiss. A few pecks on the cheek for relatives at birthdays, but nothing like how I know I want to kiss Nikki right now.
“Show. Tell me what to do,” he says, shaking his body loose like someone preparing to be shown how to fight. I realize he knows even less about kissing than I do.
How is that even possible? Surely everybody knows what a kiss is?
I’m shaking so hard at the thought, how did I get here? Wasn’t I just looking for firewood? Maybe after I fell off the cliff, I died and this is some sort of multiverse version of my afterlife with a hot guy who has the same smell as-
His lips are on mine before I can talk myself out of it. I’m not sure if he moved to kiss me, or if I went to him. But we’re kissing now and the feeling I know we both have just went from the woods into outer space.
No tongues or anything, just pressing my wet lips against his, which tastes so clean, crisp. Like the air up here. Everything about him is just so perfect.
I’ve closed my eyes, but when I open them, I can see his are open. He pulls back slowly and I notice him shaking as much as I am.
“Like this?” he says in a hoarse whisper, my head pumping in agreement. I’m totally speechless, practically skidding in my own wetness.
He kisses me again, moving in closer this time. I can feel his hard body against mine, his hot stiffness pressing into me as well before his huge arms encircle me and as if it’s ordained by nature, herself, we both feel our mouths opening. Tongues exploring.
Like our two personalities colliding in a cave or this cabin. Timidly reaching out for one another, not knowing how or why, but needing each other more than anything in the world right at his moment.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nikolai
I know what kissing is, but only from a long time ago. Movies or TV maybe. I know what those things are, just can’t identify with them anymore. I told her to show me, to see if it was the same as I rememb
er.
The animals, they don’t kiss. So my plan to sniff and mate is not how people do it, I’m guessing.
Haylie isn’t scared, but she’s trembling, and after the first kiss, I am too.
The second, and I’m harder than ever, wanting to go straight to the mating, but she pulls back. All red and hot again. I hold her close to me, enjoying the warmth of her body and the softness of her. I want her to take her clothes off now, to show me her special place, but she’s shy again. The deer’s white tail winking at me as she runs back into the forest.
“That’s a kiss alright!” she exclaims, moving away from me and starting to place up and down. Her hands at her sides, pumping into fists and then flat out again, like she’s thinking really hard.
I feel that ache again, in my chest. Like I did it wrong maybe, making her not want to mate.
“No good?” I ask, feeling like I’ve done something she doesn’t like.
She liked it fine a second ago.
Her heads shaking in the negative, she’s almost laughing to herself.
“No… No… It was very good… Too good… I can’t do this though, I have work to do… I can’t be doing this…” she says, talking almost to herself and running out of room to pace as I move closer to her, wanting more of this kissing thing.
It’s the only thing that we can do that isn’t talking.
Talking makes everything too difficult.
I kiss her again, and hear her whimpers melt into my groans. Little noises of pleasure and much easier to understand than words.
My hardness is almost hurting me, straining against my coarse pants and I move it out of the pants, groaning with some relief it’s not chafing at least.
Her hands are on my body and mine run over hers, she jumps out of her skin once she feels my hardness with one of her hands, then both. She shakes all over and her breath is the same. I growl while taking both her hands, squeezing them over me, making her hands move over my throbbing ache.
“I can’t…” she whimpers, but I lean in to kiss her neck, nibbling her ear to tell her, “You already are…”
She stops suddenly, taking just one hand off me and looking at me sternly.
“I can’t do this, because once I start I know I won’t be able to stop…”
She sounds sad, defeated. Like it’s a private war in her mind. But when I feel her second hand returning to my swollen member and my lips are hot on hers again, I know whose side she’s on.
She starts to grunt, frustrated at the situation and forces my hands up onto her chest, which feels like a problem that needs solving. I want to tear her clothes off her, but also know the importance of them up here, in the cold. Tearing your clothes off could mean death by freezing, so I work her zippers.
The groan that escapes me once her pendulous breasts spill out makes her stop again, flushing deep red.
She looks shy again, embarrassed. But when both my hands cup her and squeeze them both hard enough to make her moan, I know she feels better.
I want to kiss her and suckle her at the same time, she thinks my attempt is funny to try both, but I’m serious. I can’t get enough of her into my mouth to satisfy me, or her by the sound of it.
Her hand on my rod is pumping now and I can feel something rising up, and it makes my knees shake. I have to tell her to stop, because I know something will happen that should only happen when I’m inside her.
She pouts her lips, like a child, but I kiss them again. Drawing her breath out of her and into my body, kneading her chest with both hands, circling her nipples with my thumbs with my hot stiffness now squashed between us, no better than before. Feeling like a cannon that’s about to explode.
It takes all my will, but I tear myself away from her long enough to start yanking at the rest of her zippers as I slip out of my clothes, which isn’t hard.
Her body tenses up again, and I look into her eyes.
“What is it?” I ask her, but I can see she’s timid, too timid to want me to see her without her skins covering her.
I bury my face into her exposed chest again, biting and nibbling at her until she laughs.
“This,” I growl at her, running my hands over her hips, rump and then right up inside her legs as she moves them further apart, moaning.
“I want this.”
She helps me, and in seconds, she’s fully naked and I lay her down on the bearskins, my whole body shaking with something I’ve never felt before, my heart so big in my chest I feel like it could burst.
She looks smaller without all her fake skins to cover her, but still has the big chest I like. I like that part a lot, the rest of her too. Her smooth, her belly. Round, with nice wide hips for holding and solid legs and a behind I can tell I will enjoy squeezing very much.
Her look of uncertainty has turned to invitation, and her eyes stray down to my own hardness, which is bigger and harder than I can ever remember. Sometimes, growing up, I would play with. But now, I'm older. It only makes me weak. I know it’s for making the baby, the mating.
It’s what I’m ready for now, with the hot, clear liquid dripping from me as I can see and smell her own moisture in reply as she opens her creamy white legs, letting me see her special place for the first time.
I growl a sound to signal her, and anything within range that I’m staking my claim on her. No man, or anything else will ever touch her again.
She lays back and opens herself further, holding herself open wide for me to see and as much as I want to mount her straight away, her keen pleasure and her satisfaction is exciting for me too. I don’t want to rush. It’s a special time for both of us.
My body twitches, and my rod starts to jerk and bounce all on its own as I move over the top of her, the slightest touch from her body on mine making us both moan and grunt in pleasure, just like the creatures in the forest.
I almost wish the bear could see me now, and the moose and the otters. Just like them, I’m finally getting my turn.
Her sweet mound draws me to it, and without much encouragement, I know where I need to go first to please my woman. Her fingers grip my hair and she pulls me close for more kissing, before pushing my head down, my whole body rumbling as I feel my excitement to taste her for the very first time.
Like anything special, in nature. I always know to respect and appreciate the beauty of something, and her twitching hole, moving in time with her little sounds as she begs me to lick her. It’s the most beautiful thing, the most beautiful feeling for me ever.
Kissing her mouth is special, but kissing her down here, it’s like what heaven would feel like. Her whole body tenses and she kicks, like a beast, right into my ribs and I growl again. The strike from her foot on my body, the flavor of her in my mouth and the steaming aroma of her readiness is more than I can bear, but at the same time, this moment could last forever.
CHAPTER NINE
Haylie
Okay, so far today I’ve been stalked and attacked by a wolf, fallen to what could have been my death, kissed the hottest guy on earth and now he’s eating out my steaming pussy like a god damned pro.
I must’ve died when I fell off that cliff…this must be heaven, I just know it.
Either way, just for now I don’t mind what it is. It’s the best feeling and it feels oh so right with the strangest, most amazing creature I’ve ever seen, in a book or in real life, but most definitely, the best thing between my legs ever.
I was shy with him. I mean, I am shy with him. I don’t have any experience exposing myself to anyone but the way it feels when he’s close to me, making those sounds and pressing his rock hard body, not to mention that hard, fat dick right up against me. My god, it makes me wonder how I’ve gone so long without this in my life. So glad I’m about to get the solid dicking I know I deserve, that every girl does at least once in her life from a steely hunk like this one.
But then I remember. My body remembers. All the reasons why I’m so shy and timid when it comes to my body it all comes flooding back. I
’ve never done anything like this. This man might have slept with a million girls in his life. Look at him!
But me?
My thoughts are pleasantly interrupted, and I feel the short warning before the… oh… there’s no doubt about it…
The first climax I’ve ever had with anybody else, and it’s so intense, I doubt anything else beforehand even comes close to counting.
He’s lapping and licking, sucking and growling. I can feel it building up inside me like the best, the most pleasing itch that aches in the whole world, filling me like a balloon filled with his smell, his mouth on mine, the feeling I get when he holds me all rolled into one.
And finally it’s released, exploding with each part of it exploding again, giving the same feeling a million times stronger.
I grab Nikki’s hair so tight I’m surprised I don’t tear some of it out. The sound that comes out of me sounds like an animal from outside, deep from within the forest, and it is. My whole call, my cry of ecstasy is echoing from inside his cabin, down out into the forest and his own satisfied grunts, moans and growls let me know that he’s only just getting started.
I’m shuddering and shaking so hard, I feel like a jackhammer by the time he comes up not just for air, but to kiss me again.
Did I kick Nikki? I think I did, damn that man is firm.
He rests his whole body on mine and I feel like I’m coming for the second time in as many moments. The feel of his hard on rests right against my opening and makes me moan so loud he lets some of his weight off me, thinking I’m suffocating, but I’m only dying to have him buried deep inside me.
His mouth is wet, like the space between my legs, and I can smell myself on him before he lets me taste it. It tastes like he smells, so fresh, earthy and totally animal. We both groan and growl, the taste mixed with the scent and the excitement of our naked bodies pressed together almost proving too much.
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