by Shay Savage
I use the comb with one hand, and massage his shoulder with the other. Ehd leans back a little, and I reach my free hand around to rub the firm muscles of his chest. He tilts his head up to look at me, and I lean over, cup his chin, and kiss him.
I close my eyes as our lips meet and pause the combing as I lose myself in the sensation of his lips on mine. I can feel the kiss in my stomach and also a little lower. I run my hand over his arm and feel the wound there, the aftermath of a pig that came after me. Ehd saved me from it, and it is now cooking in our stew.
After Ehd killed the boar, he had grabbed me and torn off my jeans. He had been so frantic, and I didn’t understand it at the time, but I think I do now. He was so terrified of me being hurt that he wanted to be inside of me. For a moment, he’d lost himself, but when I said no, he stopped.
I touch his lips with my tongue and feel his mouth open slightly.
I almost wish he hadn’t stopped. I wish I had remained quiet and let him do exactly what he wanted. Even now, I remember the feeling of him kneeling behind me. I remember the heat from his body between my legs as he tore my jeans and panties off.
I pull back and tense to keep my body from shuddering at the sensations running through me.
“I think a little cleanup is in order before dinner.” I clear my throat and grab some warm water and a piece of leather from near the fire. “We have to make sure that scratch doesn’t get infected.”
I carefully wash the scratch on Ehd’s arm and then both of our hands.
Washing does nothing to alleviate the pressure between my legs. I can still feel his lips against mine even though it has been a few minutes. I still remember his warmth from before. I try to distract myself by placing the stew for us to eat in bowls, but all I can think about is touching him some more.
I want him to try again. I want him to take me back to the fur-lined bed in the back of the cave. I don’t want to say no this time.
“I know what you want,” I whisper. “It’s not that I don’t want it, but Ehd…I just can’t risk getting pregnant here.”
The fact is, even though the idea of getting pregnant is terrifying, I want to have sex with Ehd. I can’t stop thinking about it now. I want to know what it really feels like to have him inside of me, but I don’t want to get pregnant. I wonder if there are some other activities we can do and what he would think about something more prudent.
As thoughts form in my head, I wonder how I’m going to convince him to try something more than kissing but less than sex.
I bite my lip, take a bowl of the stew, and slowly lower myself into Ehd’s lap. He stares up at me with his clear, inquiring eyes as I blow on the food to cool it. I take a piece of driftwood and scoop up some of the stew before placing it into my mouth, never losing eye contact with him.
Ehd watches closely as I lick the end of my makeshift spoon, dip it back into the bowl, and then offer him a bite. His eyes narrow slightly but not in confusion. I hear his breathing increase as my own heart starts to pound in my chest. I shift slightly in his lap and feel something long and firm between my legs.
I swallow hard and continue, going back and forth between us as the stew disappears.
Discarding the bowl, I run my hands up his arms and feel goosebumps rise. Ehd shrugs his shoulders, and the fur wrap around him drops to the ground, exposing his chest, and I feel my cheeks warm.
I run my fingertip over one of his nipples, and he gasps and shudders under my touch. Otherwise, my caveman stays perfectly still as I touch him, caressing his skin in a completely new way for us both.
Ehd suddenly grasps my hips, pulling me down against him. If there was any doubt about what I was feeling down there before, there isn’t now. His cock is hard, and I can feel it throbbing.
I press my mouth to his and slip my tongue between his lips. Ehd’s fingers dig into my sides as he holds me against him. I can feel him push up slightly, and I break away to take a breath. I run my fingers over his beard again as he looks up at me, expectant and wanting.
“I know,” I say softly. “I think I have a pretty decent alternative in mind, but you’re going to have to let me take the lead. Do you think you can do that?”
Of course, I get no response. I sigh and press my forehead to his for a moment. Ehd arches his hips, and I feel his length right there.
“Oh, Ehd.” I take a long, slow breath.
“Beh,..khhhz?”
I brush my lips against his once more, but the pressure between my legs is too much. All I can think about is just letting him do whatever he wants, and I know what that could mean. I climb off his lap and try to ignore his look of total rejection as I fiddle with the stew and then start to pace around the cave.
“I don’t know, Ehd,” I say. “I don’t even know what I think of all of this. I never considered being celibate all my life, and it’s clear I’m going to be spending my life—my whole life—here with you. At some point…well, it’s only natural, right?”
I tug at my hair in frustration.
“This is so stupid! I shouldn’t even be thinking about this!”
I glance back at Ehd as he stands. For a moment, I just look at him, evaluating him like my friends and I used to do over movie stars in a magazine. He’s beyond handsome. He’s muscular and warm and the sweetest man I have ever encountered.
And I want him.
As if in response to my thoughts, Ehd pulls at the loincloth around his waist and lets it drop to the floor.
Ehd tends to sleep naked, but the cave is dark at night, and I’ve always avoided looking at him down there. I was afraid I’d encourage him too much. I’ve felt it pressed against me in the night, but I’ve never seen an actual penis before. Internet porn, sure, but not really—not in real life. His looks different from the ones I’ve seen in pictures, and I realize that it’s because I’ve only seen circumcised ones before.
It looks big—really big—but I have a limited basis for comparison.
I run my tongue over my lip, unable to stop staring.
Am I really going to do this?
“Beh.”
The short, simple syllable makes me clench. I feel so much in the sound, far more than just his obvious desire. It isn’t about the physical act or an orgasm. It’s something deeper, something primal.
“Ehd…” I take a step back as he steps forward. “I want to, I swear I do, but…”
He takes my wrist and pulls me close to him. I avoid looking down even though I really want to. I should say something. I should tell him I’m not sure, not yet, but before I can even form words, his mouth is on mine again, and I get lost in the sensation.
Without breaking the kiss, Ehd moves me over to the sleeping furs in the back of the cave. He pulls the fur wrap covering my body until it drops and then lowers me to the bed until he’s on top of me, our mouths still locked together.
“Ehd,” I say as I turn my head away. I have to get some level of control back. I’m breathing too fast, and I can feel my pulse throbbing between my legs.
Ehd leans over and touches my nose with his. He runs the top of his nose over mine and then down along my jaw until he reaches my lips again, kissing me softly.
“I know you won’t hurt me,” I whisper, “but I’m still scared.”
He leans back, pulling me with him. I watch his eyes gaze at my body for a moment, and then he drops his hand to my waist and wraps his fingers around the edge of the soft leather tunic I’m still wearing. I grab his hand, stopping him.
I take another deep breath as I pull the tunic over my head. Ehd’s eyes widen, and I feel the end of his cock brush against my leg. One more breath, and I reach behind me to unfasten my bra.
“Hoh!” Ehd’s eyes get huge as he stares at my bare breasts, and I have to stifle a laugh. Ehd glances at me once before slowly reaching out with both hands, then stops himself.
“It’s okay,” I say softly. I take his hands and bring them to me, and he stares at
his own hands on my tits while his mouth hangs open, and I have to stop myself from laughing out loud again.
He caresses my nipples with his thumbs, and I grip his arms and close my eyes, letting him explore at will. My whole body feels like it’s pulsating under his touch, and I can’t seem to stop myself in joining the exploration.
I trail my hand down his abdomen, take a deep breath, and then wrap my hand around his dick. The shaft is firm, but his skin is so soft around it, which surprises me. I stroke my hand over the whole thing, then focus a little on the tip. I’ve never even seen a picture of a penis with a foreskin before, let alone in person.
I move my hand up and down. I’ve never actually given a hand job before, but both Sheila and Teresa have talked about doing it. I glance up at Ehd. His eyes are closed, and his breaths are coming out in short bursts. Sweat forms on his brow, and when he opens his eyes, his darkened pupils dance in the light of the fire.
Ehd lets out a long groan as he drops his head to my shoulder. I keep moving my hand as he thumbs my nipples and kisses me again. He moves his hips slightly, and I try to match the rhythm he wants. When he breaks the kiss, I look down, watching my hand around his cock. I run a finger over the tip and then use my finger and thumb to pull back the foreskin, revealing the thick head beneath.
“Oh, shit.”
Ehd thrusts into my hand a few more times, his arms and legs tensing as he suddenly releases onto the fur blanket below us. He cries out and breathes heavily as I watch his cock soften in my hand.
Ehd drops to the furs, pulling me to my side and resting his forehead on my shoulder. He takes in a long, slow breath and then releases it. He closes his eyes and smiles slightly.
“No way, Ehd! I’m not sleeping in a wet spot!” I push him aside, shake my head, and smile as I gather up the top fur and toss it off to the side. I lie back down next to Ehd, and he snuggles against me, closing his eyes again.
I’m still throbbing.
“Oh no,” I say softly. I take his hand from my hip and place it back on my tit. “You don’t get to go to sleep until I come, too. Those are the rules.”
I roll to my back, and Ehd follows. He plays with both of my breasts, stroking them and making my nipples hard, until I start to moan. I glance up at him, run my hand down his arm, making sure he’s watching, and then reach into my panties with my fingers.
I haven’t masturbated since I arrived in this strange, ancient land. I’m already worked up, and my ass tenses up as I touch myself, and Ehd watches with an intense stare. Not willing to wait for him to understand what I want, I push my panties down and take his hand in mine. I wrap my fingers around his hand, holding his first two fingers together, and then place them right on my clit.
I circle slowly, press, and then circle again. I guide him for a minute, pressing one of his fingers part way inside of me, and then let him take over.
Ehd’s a fast learner.
He moves his fingers in and out of me, presses against my clit, circles, and then starts over again. Pressing my heels to the ground, I shove up against his hands, arching my back.
“Ehd…fuck!” My body jerks and I cry out his name again before I drop back to the furs, quivering.
As I catch my breath, I look up at Ehd. He looks ridiculously pleased with himself, but he also looks hungry. I watch him bring his hand to his nose, sniff, and then taste his fingers. I swallow, feeling intense burning between my legs again as I look at his face. A low growl comes from his chest, and he looks at me with dark, unbridled desire.
A moment later, he’s on top of me. His cock is hot and hard against my stomach but only for a moment. In a flash, he flips me over and pulls my hips up to meet him.
I’m caught completely off guard. It didn’t occur to me that he would be ready again so soon. I thought if I used my hand, I could delay the actual act of intercourse for another night or two at least.
What difference does it make?
I know that if I tell him no, he will stop, and for a moment, I consider it. The whole idea behind giving him a hand job was to avoid the possibility of pregnancy, but now I can’t think of anything I want more than to feel him inside of me—just to know what it’s like.
My body clenches and tingles as I feel him sliding between my legs, and the tip of his cock rubs over my clit. A little whimper escapes me as he uses his knees to push my legs farther apart, and I clench my fingers around the fur below me. I feel him there—right there against my entrance—and I know I don’t want him to stop.
I’m terrified, but I want this as much as he does.
Ehd presses against me—lightly at first, and then harder—until I feel him partway inside. I cry out at this completely new feeling. The pressure inside of me is intense but not painful. Ehd pauses slightly, stroking my back with his hand as he groans softly. His hands then grip my hips, and he shoves forward, and I breathe so fast I’m practically hyperventilating.
“Oh God!” I can feel my hot breath reflected back onto my face as I pant. He’s completely inside of me now—I can feel his balls against me as he starts to move. He runs his hands over my body as he does, making my skin feel like it’s tingling everywhere.
Every time he pushes forward, unbidden cries fall from my lips. I rock back toward him each time he moves, setting the perfect rhythm.
I’m so close. Reaching down, I find my clit and put some pressure on it. A moment later, I feel Ehd’s fingers on top of mine, moving with me as he keeps rocking in and out. The pressure builds and then cascades, sending a delicious shiver through my body. I feel myself clamping down on him, and Ehd grunts and moans. I’m not sure, but I think he’s even harder now, and he definitely picks up his pace.
He’s going to come.
For a moment, I consider trying to make him stop, to not come inside of me, but as the thought enters my head, Ehd lets out a long cry that echoes through the cave. I feel warm wetness coating me as he continues to move, pushing it all deeper.
His arms encircle me, and I feel his nose against my shoulder and his hot breath on my skin. I’m still breathing hard, and my legs are starting to shake from being in the same position for so long, but I can’t make myself move. Ehd takes over, rolling us to our sides as he slips out of me, and I feel a cold chill.
I stare into the darkness of the cave, trying to comprehend what just happened.
We had sex. He came inside of me. I could get pregnant.
I swallow hard and remind myself that my period just ended a couple of days ago, and it’s unlikely that I will get pregnant now. I also know this isn’t going to be the last time we do this and that I’m going to have to start diligently tracking my cycles, just like I used to do on that phone app.
I can’t risk it. As much as I have always wanted children, I can’t risk such a thing happening here.
Besides, there were only two skeletons found by my mother’s team, and I’m sure those belong to me and Ehd. There weren’t any others, so maybe one of us can’t have children. Maybe he’s not completely, one hundred percent the same species as I, and we can’t procreate at all.
Maybe I have nothing to worry about.
Chapter 5
I open my eyes but see nothing.
Blinking several times, I try to gain my bearings, but nothing inside my head is making any sense. I had been dreaming, dreaming about living in a cave in prehistoric times with a young man, clad in furs, who had nothing on his mind but food and sex.
I blink again, thinking that I should be able to see something. Though my nightlight days are far, far behind me, there is always some light in my room from the streetlamp outside my window, but now I see nothing. I reach to pull my comforter up to my shoulder, and my hand is met instead by a soft, furry hide.
Oh God.
Everything rushes back to me in a tsunami of images and emotions.
Ehd.
He’d taken me home with him, sheltered me in a small cave, and taught me to gather f
ood for the winter. That’s what we had been doing—gathering food. That’s the last thing I remember…
No. Not quite.
Several feet away, I focus on the slightest shimmer of light. I can barely make out the shape of a large hide covering the slender crack that allows passage from the cave to the outside world. My eyes adjust slightly as my head throbs. I try to move, but that only leads to more head throbbing as everything about that day rushes back.
I reach out with my tongue to wet my dry lips, but my mouth is dry, too. My lips feel cracked, and I taste the coppery flavor of blood on them. My head swims as I try to focus my thoughts. I had been next to the water, gathering clay to try to make some bowls. Someone grabbed me from behind. I thought it was him at first—my caveman—but it wasn’t. It was someone else.
Waves of dizziness and nausea overtake me, and my eyes close once more to the darkness inside my mind.
When I wake again, the throbbing is diminished, and I’m more keenly aware of my surroundings. I’m pretty sure it’s later in the day now because the sun is providing more light through the hide-covered opening of the cave. There’s a distinct chill, and I shiver as I slouch down under the fur and turn towards the only warmth in the cold, rock home.
“Ehd?” My throat hurts when I try to speak, and my voice is hoarse. I swallow a couple of times, but there isn’t enough saliva in my mouth to coat my throat. Turning my head, I look closely at Ehd. He rests his head on his hand, and his face is pale in the dim light.
“Ehd?” My heart pounds a little faster as I check for signs of life. He’s warm. His chest moves rhythmically with his breath, and his eyelids flutter briefly. I call his name again.
“Beh.” He doesn’t open his eyes as the guttural sound leaves his throat. Memories of trying to teach him to say “Elizabeth” rush back to me as well as thoughts of when he first brought me back here to this cave. I remember the comb he made for me and the first time we made love.
“Ehd?” I reach out and touch his cheek, stroking slowly over his rough beard with my knuckles. “Ehd, wake up. I think it’s late out, and I’m not even sure how long I’ve been asleep.”