The Woodsman's Baby

by Eddie Cleveland

  I pump into her in long, deep strokes, her tight walls are squeezing my cock, making me crazy. I try to have self-control, but this time I can’t. I let it all go as I fuck her with abandon. My cum spurts from my cock, deep inside her as I thrust jaggedly against her. The pleasure rips through me as a swell of relief spills from me. My cock throbs as another spurt of my seed empties inside her, filling her with cum.

  As the last tremors of my orgasm pass, I hold her tight, still inside her, and gasp for breath. Under me, Abbie is smiling. I can’t help but kiss her sweet face and run my fingers over her thick, perfect mouth.

  “That was amazing,” she kisses my fingertips.

  “You’re amazing,” I pull out of her and some of my seed and a tiny streak of blood spills out onto the blanket. A pang of guilt quickly washes over me as I realize I should’ve pulled out. However, it’s hard to feel too bad about it when she looks so overjoyed.

  Abbie snuggles up against my chest and I run my hand over her long hair, feeling the lure of sleep tug at me. I wish I could have this moment forever. That I didn’t need to watch her go back to civilization while I disappear deeper into the woods. However, I know that I need to do what’s best for her, not me. Right now, I’m going to enjoy the fleeting time we have together. And now that I’ve made her mine, I’m going to be sure to enjoy every inch of her as many times as I can before I make her leave my life forever.

  29

  Cole

  Th-wick!

  I love the sound my steel axe makes as it slices through the branches of this fallen tree. It’s so satisfying to watch the wood spray off in either direction, like the hull of a boat cutting through the ocean, it always feels incredible to know we can control something as powerful as nature.

  Th-wick, ting, ting!

  I easily slice through the smaller, dried out branches. I don’t have the time left here to cut down an entire tree. Not only because of how much work it is to fell a tree and chop it all up by hand, but also because I don’t have enough time left at my cabin to wait for it to dry out. Some of these old tree branches are rotted out, but they make great kindling. I’m just looking to cut enough to cook on for another night or two, I realize with sadness.

  “How’s your ankle?” I looked down her toned legs after we finally decided to get out of bed yesterday and feed our other needs besides our primal urge to fuck.

  Abbie looked down and tilted her head, like someone who was trying to keep a secret that they really wanted to spill. “Honestly?” Her green eyes slowly traveled up to mine. “I think it’s healed,” she admitted.

  I felt so many things at once, a flood of relief that I could stop hanging around this camp waiting to be hunted down, happiness that the anvil hanging over my head would soon be gone. However, more than any of that, disappointment.

  Th-wick, tink, tink!

  Branches go flying, far more than I really need, but I can’t stop swinging my axe. I can’t stop wanting to sink the blade into something and destroy it, leaving scars upon the fallen tree the same way Abbie walking out of my life will leave scars on my soul.

  “That’s great,” I forced a smile that felt tight and suffocating on my face like someone melted plastic over my lips and formed it up in each corner. “I guess that means I can lead you out of here tomorrow, at least halfway.” I held my breath and waited for her to protest. Waited for her to plead the same case my heart has been pleading for her to stay. But she just nodded silently.

  I swing the axe toward the trunk of the tree and let it bite into the wood, holding it steady so I can pick up the branches. Of course I don’t want to take her back. I don’t want the only woman I’ve ever loved to walk out of my life forever.

  I stop dead in my tracks, like a deer who heard the snap of a hunter’s foot on a nearby branch, and stare motionless. The thought spins in my mind… love? I’ve never believed in anything like love at first sight before, or those quick romances where people get married after a couple weeks. Yet as I sift through the turmoil rolling around inside me, I know my heart doesn’t give a fuck if my mind has given it permission.

  “I love her,” the realization wakes me up like a bucket of cold water stirring someone from a deep sleep. It’s as alarming as it is exhilarating. I feel like a swarm of bees is buzzing through my body right now and everything looks a little brighter. A little sharper. More focused. The same way I feel with Abbie in my life.

  My heart thuds heavily in my chest as I pluck the branches from the ground and realize that this changes nothing. Abbie is still leaving today, the only difference now is I’ll understand exactly why it will break my heart to watch her go.

  30

  Cole

  With my axe slung over one shoulder and an arm full of fire fuel held on the other, I make my way back home. It’s crazy how quickly I began thinking of this place as my home, but this little cabin has felt more meaningful than any apartment I shacked up in, between deployments and postings. There are luxuries that I’m looking forward to enjoying again when I build my permanent log house, things like a solar heated water collector for showers that won’t feel like shards of a glacier have sheared off onto your skin. What can I say, it’s the little things.

  I think I’m going to look back on this place fondly, for the most part. It’s the place that gave me my freedom, it’s where I made peace with my demons, it’s where I fell in love with her.

  I try to push the last thought away, I don’t need to keep reminding myself of how I feel about her. It’s not doing me any favors. It’s best to just push it down and take her back to Whitehorse without a lot of emotions making it all harder. Better to make it quick, like ripping off a Band-Aid.

  If a Band-Aid was covering a stab wound to my heart.

  I close the gap between me and my cabin and look around the area for Abbie. Dropping the pile of sticks near the door, I peer inside but see the room is empty. I twist on my heel and spin around, but she’s nowhere to be seen.

  “Hello? Abbie?” I quickly make my way to the hill, racing to the top and looking for her around the area, but she’s gone. I trail my eyes over the horizon and the fall to the cliff below. Oh dear God, please, no!

  Standing up tall, my gut twists up into a knot as I run back down and this time I inch over to the rocky edge. My heart pounding, I try to make myself look, but can’t.

  “Abbie? Hello?”

  Nothing. For a forest filled with living creatures, the silence is frightening. Somehow, I force myself to scan the bottom of the cliffs, but I don’t see her. Nothing but slate gray, jagged rocks and the occasional spindly tree defying all odds and growing out from the side of the mountain. I step back and try to think.

  Did her boss come back? My heart begins to pick up pace as I search the ground for footprints, for some kind of sign of a struggle. But I only see Abbie’s hiking boot prints in the dirt.

  Did she head back to town without me? Did she leave without saying goodbye? My heart sinks with the last thought. It’s too painful to think about, I want to push it away, but it spreads like a cancer through me, destroying the cells of my heart.

  Twinkle, jingle, ching!

  I snap my head up and look toward the woods where I heard the sound. That was the bells I attached to Abbie’s walking stick, I’m sure of it. Like a mirage of water appearing before a man dying of thirst, Abbie materializes from the thick brush nearby. A sigh of relief escapes my lungs as a smile I can’t control sweeps over my face.

  “Abbie! Where were you?” I try not to sound like I’m accusing her, but I fail as I walk over to her and look at the bucket she’s holding in her hands.

  “Look, I found some blackberries. I found a bunch of bushes over that way and picked a couple. They’re so good,” her eyes sparkle with delight, “I just had to pick some for us,” she gushes.

  I can’t help but laugh. “What’s so funny?” She frowns a little as she searches my face.

  “Nothing, it’s just like we’re living back in the caveman d
ays or something,” I shake my head and laugh. “You’re out picking berries and I’m making sure we have fire, it’s just too perfect,” I smile down at her.

  “I never thought of it that way,” she giggles. “I just know how much you love eating juicy, sweet peaches,” her eyes twinkle mischievously, “so I knew you’d love these too.” She plucks a berry from the pile and holds it out for me to taste. I open my mouth and she stands on her tiptoes and grinds her pussy against me as she drops the fruit on my tongue. Sweetness explodes in my mouth as my cock springs to life and I pull her against me tight.

  “Give me that,” I grab the bucket of berries from her hand and settle them down on the ground. Before she can ask anything, I lift her up over my shoulder as she squeals and squirms. “I’m gonna drag you back to my cave and ride your sweet ass,” I growl and give her firm behind a sharp slap as I walk her toward the cabin.

  31

  Cole

  I twist the handle and kick open the door, swiftly booting it shut with a shuddering thud. A few steps across the cabin and I toss Abbie down on the mattress as she giggles.

  She rolls over onto her belly and looks up at me with a sultry smile, I can’t help but watch how she slowly grinds herself against the mattress, her body already begging for my cock.

  “So, you get your cherry popped and now you can’t get enough, huh?” My fingers practically slice open my buttoned shirt and I let it fall from my hand to the ground, never taking my eyes off her. Still watching that perfect ass subtly sway as she subconsciously plays with herself.

  “Now you can’t get enough of this cock, can you?” I growl grabbing my growing girth in my hand.

  “I can’t,” she looks up at my bulge and licks her lips and I groan. I’m going to put those lips to good use in a minute.

  Kicking off my boots, I fling them across the room haphazardly and peel my socks off. “On your knees sweetheart,” I command her, finally convincing my eyes to travel up from her beautiful ass and meet her gaze. That full lip she was licking is now under assault from her teeth as she bites down into her pillowy flesh. Abbie scoots up onto her knees, sitting back on her haunches at the edge of the bed.

  I step toward her, staring down into her eyes as I unzip my pants and flick open the button. With a single shove, I push down the fabric over my ass and my cock springs up in front of her face. Abbie’s eyes grow wide as she looks at all nine inches with wonder.

  “Suck it,” I demand, circling my thumb and forefinger around the base, I bring it to her lips and Abbie obediently opens her mouth, letting me slide over her wet, willing tongue. I press my hand into the back of her head and guide her down my dick, watching as my shaft disappears into her mouth. The more she’s able the take, the more turned on I get.

  Abbie’s eyes water, but she doesn’t resist me. I hold her head firm and thrust my cock over the length of her tongue until I can feel her throat give way for me.

  I pull back and slide back in quicker this time as Abbie’s cheeks hollow. She begins to suck on my cock like she’s desperate to taste my seed. Her eyes look up to mine, big and round, and the lower lids slightly lined with water, but she doesn’t protest.

  I grab her head on either side and thrust my cock into her mouth in short, sharp strokes before popping out of the suction of her mouth as I pull back away.

  “Get over here,” I dig my fingers into Abbie’s hips and flip her over on the bed. I kick my pants off, stepping out of them and as Abbie steadies herself on her hands and knees, I yank her pants down over her ass and pull her back on the bed toward me.

  “I’m gonna fuck that tight little pussy now, that’s what you want isn’t it?”

  “I do,” she’s too quiet. I give her ass a sharp slap and the snap of my hand fills the air.

  “Tell me what you want, Abbie. Don’t whisper. I want to hear you when you beg for it,” I slide my fingers over her wet, exposed entrance and she moans, trying to press back against me.

  “How does that feel?”

  “It’s not enough,” she speaks louder this time and tries to grind back, but her efforts get her another stinging slap on the ass.

  “What do you want me to do? Tell me what you’re hungry for,” I demand.

  “Your cock,” she finally relents. “Please, I need to feel it again. I need you to fuck me, Cole. I need your cock like I need to breathe.”

  “That’s right, good girl,” I rub my broad hand over her red ass, “and now that I’ve fucked you once, I’m not going to go so easy on you this time,” I yank her back until the heat of her entrance is tempting the head of my dick. “I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine, Abbie. Because you are mine. You’ll always be mine.”

  “I’m yours,” she echoes my words. “Take me, Cole.”

  I drive my cock deep into her core in one, long, relentless thrust and she yelps with surprise. Her pussy quivers around me, holding me tight inside her. I reach forward and grab a fistful of her long hair at the base of her neck and yank her head back as I bury myself to the hilt inside her.

  “Say it again,” I growl, fucking her in deep, hard strokes as she quakes on her hands and knees in front of me.

  “I’m yours. I never want another man, you’re my first and last, Cole,” her voice is tight, almost as tight as her sweet pussy is against my girth.

  Almost.

  With my hand wrapped in her locks, she’s completely under my control as I drive my dick into her deep and fast. This isn’t some slow, sensual deflowering. This isn’t making love. This is full, fast fucking. I don’t hold anything back as I fill her with my thick shaft as deep as possible, over and over.

  Her panting and little high pitched squeals are just about driving me insane. She’s loving this just as much as I am. I guess we’re a perfect match. My orgasm is near, I can feel my body tense up as the wave builds inside. Somehow, I manage to pull out as my cock spurts white streaks of semen over her ass.

  “Fuck!” I groan as I shoot ropes of my seed over her backside and watch as they drip down the backs of her thighs.

  Abbie kneels and rubs my cum into her ass slowly. I can’t tear my eyes from her as she sensually circles it into her skin. She turns around and looks up at me with purpose and slowly licks her fingers off, one by one.

  Fuck she’s sexy. I feel like I could climb on top of her and fuck her again and again. Instead I reach down and grab her thighs, tugging her legs hard, making her fall onto her back. I rip the pants I left half pulled down the rest of the way off, throwing them back over my shoulder before I hold her legs wide open and peer down between them.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” I watch the surprise splash over her face as I meet the heat of her pussy with my tongue. Fuck she’s wet. Her juices coat my mouth. I savor every drop of her nectar as I delve my tongue between her lips and slowly drag it up to her clit.

  “Oh God,” Abbie breathes the words and lets her head fall back to the bed as I twist and tease my tongue over her clit. I let go of one of her legs and plunge my fingers into her pussy, pressing them forward against her wall until I feel her g-spot. Abbie thrashes and writhes under me as I bear down on the spot, hooking my finger against it like I’m telling her to come to me. In a way, I am. Come to me. Cum for me. It’s all the same.

  I lick her little taut nub and suck it gently in over my lips as I play with her g-spot.

  “Oh! Oh god, I’m going to cum!” Abbie throws her hands over her face and the entire length of her body shudders as her orgasm overtakes her. Her pussy pulses around my finger and a gush of her cum spills onto my tongue as I lap her up. Abbie jerks her hips up toward me and then back down onto the bed, lying motionless as I slide my fingers back out of her and sit back.

  I love watching the aftermath of my work, and Abbie lying back on my bed like a limp, loose rag doll. Her body humming with the afterglow of bliss is amazing.

  Crawling up into the bed, I unbutton her shirt and let it fall open around her perky breasts before I pull her in against
me tight.

  “That, that was… I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she murmurs with her eyes closed, snuggling in against me.

  “Shhh, get some rest,” I kiss her forehead and squeeze her, “you’re gonna need it.”

  “Why?” Abbie’s eyelashes flutter open and I can see worry behind her eyes. “Do I have to leave now?”

  “No, no, I’m not taking you anywhere today. But I am going to fuck you until neither of us can move.”

  A smile slides over her lips as she closes her eyes and rests her head against me. “I’m yours,” she breathes the words.

  “That’s right Abbie, you’re mine.” I answer her soothingly. As she drifts off into a worn-out sleep, my mind spins. Now the question is, how do I get her to stay mine forever?

  32

  Abbie

  Sitting in the chair that Cole made himself, I lean back and bask in the early morning sun. I can’t remember the last time I was up before the dawn. It feels amazing to watch Mother Nature wake up as a parade of glittering golds and soft pinks streak across the sky.

  Everything about this feels perfect. The way Cole kissed me tenderly before slipping out of bed this morning telling me he would be back later with some fish for breakfast. The way I can enjoy the calm beauty of birds and squirrels beginning to forage for their own food. Even this cup of instant coffee that once tasted so nasty on my tongue seems right now.

  It’s like I spent so much of my time in university worrying about schedules and my scholarship that I forgot how good it feels to truly relax. My mother was right, I needed to get out and explore. I needed experiences that I could never find in a textbook. I needed this.