"’Sir, the impact of the helicopter on the ground was so severe that it caused an explosion and a fire started. There is a low chance of survival for anyone who was inside,’ came the report from a SEAL in another division.”
“Oh, my God,” gasped Michelle now.
“Yeah. My commanding officer only nodded slightly, but otherwise didn't move from his spot on the floor. The SEAL walked out slowly, unsure if his words had really registered at all. I've hated myself ever since," I admitted, finishing my story.
"I have never told anyone this. I really don't know why I'm even telling you. I guess maybe I feel more comfortable, like I can be open with you, since we were so intimate with each other. You showed me who you were and let me connect with you: mind, body, and soul. You haven’t held back any part of you. It feels good for me to be able to do the same. Finally. And the fact that I can confide in and trust someone as loving, kind, and beautiful as you are makes it all the better. Thank you."
"You're welcome," Michelle said, smiling slightly. "I'm so proud of you for opening up to me like that. Like I said before— and it still stands— you are so brave."
She was beaming. By her expression, I know she was grateful I had finally opened up. I’m glad I had the courage to do it.
I was so lucky to have met Michelle. Over and over, she continued to amaze me.
Chapter 24 - Michelle
The atmosphere in the cave felt much lighter, not only since the storm was over but also because both Elijah and I had let so much off our chests. Suddenly Harlow’s remark about the helicopter accident made a lot more sense.
It clicked to me that Elijah felt guilty about the incident and Harlow read that guilt— combined with Elijah’s natural proclivities towards being a reserved and isolated person— as there being something “off” about Elijah. I was glad Elijah had told me the full story so that it all made sense now. And also because I truly thought it would help him heal.
"Well, I guess it seems like I wasn't the only one who needed to make a confession. It sounds like you needed to do the same thing," I said.
"I appreciate you saying that,” Elijah answered. “And I appreciate the compliment that you gave me earlier, when you said I was brave. But I was not brave. I was a coward and ran away from my duty.”
I started to protest, but he kept talking. “As a matter of fact, I felt like such a disappointing coward that I couldn't face my SEAL buddies anymore. Harlow was badly injured in the crash, as were others; and some, including the pilot, even died. I couldn’t renew my service with the SEALS. And I wondered if my ex-SEAL mates thought that I was a coward… considering I didn't have the balls to face them after that. I bet they do."
He hung his head low and looked sad, as if someone had died. My heart ached for him. I didn’t pity him; I felt a closeness to him— a bond that I’ve never felt with anyone before.
"You have to understand something," I told him. "What you did was very brave. You spoke up about how you felt. You could just have easily kept your mouth shut. But you didn't. You went with your gut and told your commanding officer how you felt. So, in my eyes you are the bravest man alive. When you told your commanding officer how you felt, he should have listened. It might have saved some lives."
"Even if you want to say that it was good that I spoke out, the fact remains that I put them all in danger by not being the one to go in the air,” Elijah insisted. “Instead, I sent a rookie to do my job..."
"But, it wasn't your call to send them up," I said, cutting him off. "That was a call that your commanding officer made, and he could have made the choice not to."
I wanted him to stop beating himself up. I know how much pressure it could be to take on responsibility for something you have little control over.
“Plus, you have no idea if you would have done anything differently than the new pilot did,” I pointed out. “How did the helicopter crash? Was it pilot error?”
“No,” Elijah answered. “It was shot down by the enemy. There very well could have been nothing he could have done to stop it. But I can’t help thinking that if I were there, I could have figured something out…”
“Or maybe you wouldn’t have been able to,” I quickly interjected. “Then you would have had the same fate as the pilot. You can’t beat yourself up over something when you didn’t do anything wrong and when you don’t even know how things would have turned out if you were there.”
"That’s true,” Elijah admitted. “I push these thoughts so far out of my mind that at times I forget that they're there. I can’t even think about them logically. I really appreciate you listening and helping me sift through all of this without judging me."
"I appreciate you for that too," I said. "I know what you mean about holding things in and how it affects you. It feels good to be able to let it all out."
"Speaking of letting it all out..." he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
“Think we have time for one more quickie?” I asked him, knowing exactly where his train of thought was heading. “Just like our very first time?”
“I sure do,” he said.
He got on his knees so that he was kneeling over me. He pushed me hard against the floor, his eyes becoming more focused on my face. It felt like he was searching through my soul, peering into my eyes to see the very essence of me.
He leaned down and kissed me hard on my mouth. He bit my bottom lip so hard I thought he might draw blood. I touched my lip gingerly with my finger and looked at it, expecting to pull back fingers covered with red blood. Much to my surprise, there was no blood.
He came in for another kiss, this time pushing his whole body against mine and pinning me to the floor. With him on top, my breath became shallow from bearing the weight. But I liked the feeling.
His hands traveled up and down the length of my body. His touch was forceful, just like the way he was kissing me. It turned me on so much that my nipples perked. He began to wildly fondle me.
Growling, he flipped me onto my stomach and started ripping off my pants. I didn't protest, but waited with eager anticipation as I heard the buckle of his belt clanging. Looking past my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of him spitting into his palm and rubbing his hand up and down his hardened dick.
He stroked it continuously, his head dropping backward as he savored the sensation of his hand gripping himself. He hurried to put on a condom. He then reached over and pulled my ass cheeks open, exposing my pussy hole. I let out a yelp as he rammed his huge cock into my wet pussy.
"Do you like that, Michelle?" he asked, his hot breath over my ear and neck as he rode his dick in and out.
I was already sore from all the sex that we had had before, but I was so turned on I barely noticed it. I just wanted him to fuck me until I exploded with wetness all over his dick.
"Yeah," I moaned, throwing my ass back to meet the thrusts of his hips as he plowed his way deeper into my wet hole.
I felt his hand land hard on my ass, making a loud smacking sound. My skin prickled like I was being poked with needles. Before I had a chance to recover, he smacked me again. He spanked me on each side of my ass over and over, each slap harder than the one before it.
Throaty growls were escaping his mouth. He pulled me harder, his fingers digging into my waist. I winced in pain, but it was a great sensation of pleasure and pain mixed together. I could feel my pussy gripping his dick and tightening harder as he picked up speed, pounding me with his uninhibited thrusts.
I loved how he took charge and had his way with me. I liked the rough way he smacked my ass and pulled my hair. He was a man’s man… the total package. And what a package it was that was shaking deep inside of me.
I just couldn't get enough of his big dick thrusting in and out of my drenched pussy, so I pushed harder against him. I wanted to feel every last inch of his glorious cock, thrusting like a jack-hammer inside me.
I was too heated to last much longer and all I wanted to do was collapse in Elijah’s arms,
panting and sweaty. But I wanted to make sure he was able to cum, too— I wanted to hear his moan as he released himself inside me.
I was getting a real work out as we made love, and I got a second wind as we kept it up. Every time I thought I was done, his cock would send another wave of pulsing electricity through me and make the nerve endings on my clit tingle with pleasure.
This keeps getting better and better, I thought. I could get used to this… real used to it.
Chapter 25 - Elijah
Michelle’s milky white skin shone in the firelight. Her voluptuous ass smacked against my meaty thighs as I pulled her back, driving my dick deeper into her soft center. Her pussy felt even tighter than before.
I didn’t know how long I could last at this rate. And the soft moans she was making were adding to the already amplified feeling my body was experiencing. I started fucking her hard, then harder, letting all my frustrations get pounded out with each thrust of my hips.
I could feel her throwing her ass back at me, grinding her wet pussy on my dick, making me harder than ever. It was so slippery, I had to put my hands down on my cock to make sure it was still in place.
My dick rolled around in her pussy and the unimaginable sensation would not let up for a second. It was ecstasy, fucking Michelle. I could almost smell and taste her pussy juice on the tip of my tongue. I imagined how good it would feel with my tongue wildly exploring her dripping clit, sending her into a frenzy.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she shouted, shaking her head from side to side as if she were trying to fight the inevitable.
When she came, I felt her pussy walls tighten, then loosen, and tighten once again at unbelievable speed. I could feel gushy white cum coating my now iron cock, making me glide in and out of her convulsing and pulsating pussy.
I lost control and could feel my cum beginning to rise up the length of my dick to the head of my cock, waiting for an explosive finally. I was glad I was wearing a condom because I came so hard I swear I could have burst the rubber.
She cried out, clawing at the ground in an effort to grip onto something. The combination of both of our shouts intertwined and reverberated from the walls and echoing around us, sounding like a beautiful symphony of raw passionate sex and lovemaking.
Michelle rolled over and stared up at the ceiling.
"That was amazing," she said, smiling and trying to catch her breath.
I agreed. Wholeheartedly.
"You know, this could become a habit that I could get used to," I admitted.
She laughed and propped herself up on her elbow.
"Yeah, me too," she said. “I was just thinking that.”
She became quiet and a worried look enveloped her face. She turned to the back of the cave, her back facing towards me.
I was overwhelmed with a desire to find out what she was thinking. I wanted to know what was in her heart. The thought scared me a bit. I knew that I cared for her deeply and it made my heart skip a beat.
What if it doesn't work out? I thought. What if I get hurt?
I knew that my feelings for her were extremely potent.
I was in too deep. Or was I?
I hadn’t fallen for a girl since my high school sweetheart had left me for the class clown. Talk about fucking embarrassing. I thought we had been in love, but I was just a kid and hadn’t known any better.
I was hurt and decided that I didn’t know what love was and that it probably didn’t exist. If it did, then I didn’t want any part of it because I clearly couldn’t tell what was true love and what was “just pretend.”
I had told myself that I would never allow myself to fall that hard for another woman. And up until now, I'd kept that promise. It wasn’t hard to do, since being reclusive fit my temperament just fine. Sure, I’d been a player in the past, whenever I had the opportunity—although since moving to the mountains, that was very rare— but I never let my heart get attached.
Now, it was really getting attached. I was old enough to know that this was serious, and that I still didn’t want to get too fucking hurt.
On the other hand, maybe it was finally meant to be. I hadn’t ever met a girl to think seriously about since I was a foolish teenager, and now I had met one that made my heart pay as much attention to her as my cock. And Michelle certainly made my cock pay so much attention to her that I didn’t think it could ever feel the same way about any woman ever again.
I began to realize that my heart had accidentally fallen captive for her, just as I had accidentally kept her captive in this cage. But I decided not to give it too much thought. I knew that it was time for our little getaway to finally come to an end. I would have to let her know just how much I wanted her in my life, but first we would have to get back to civilization and let everyone know we were okay.
As if reading my mind, Michelle said, "Well, since the storm has finally passed and we’ve had our ‘quickie’— although I wouldn’t exactly characterize it as that— we should probably start heading back."
We gathered our things and prepared for the short hike back to the truck. I began to feel a bit depressed. Michelle walked in front of me as we got ready to leave the cave. Before walking out the door, she turned around to face me.
"I'm almost afraid that once we leave here it will be like none of this ever happened. Like it was just a dream."
Her eyes were like two worried, deep blue pools full of sadness. I was too afraid to tell her I felt the same way. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her and smiled.
"If it is a dream, it's one of the best ones I've ever had."
She looked up at me, searching my eyes to see if I was telling the truth. When she was finally satisfied that I was being sincere, she sighed deeply, giving me one last squeeze, and turning to walk out of our love-nest. At that moment, I knew I had to find a way to keep her in my life.
I wasn't sure how the plan would work, but I was going to do everything humanly possible to make it happen.
Chapter 26 - Elijah
Michelle cried out gratefully when we got to the truck. She had been limping on the way back. I felt a little bad for all the fucking that we had done in the cave… she was probably sore from it.
But, I only felt a little bad about it. Just thinking about it again was beginning to make my dick hard. I had to try to shift my focus onto something else or I would have fucked her right there in truck and we might have spent another night in the woods. I didn't think that it would have been a bad idea, but I knew Michelle was eager to get back to work and had been anxious about how the Bradfords would respond to her being gone as long as she’d already been.
I wanted to tell her to tell them to fuck off, but I knew how passionate she was about her job and didn't want to do anything that might ruin the great time that we were having together.
I turned on the radio when we got in the car and started listening to commentary talk about the football game.
It was loud and had lots of static since we didn't get good reception in the woods. But at least it was enough to help get my mind off the incredibly beautiful woman that was sitting in my truck next to me. It worked for a while until she turned down the volume.
"So, tell me the truth. On a scale of one to ten, one being 'seriously?!' and ten being amazing, how would you say that I was?” she asked me. “Mind you, I've never had sex before, so you have to grade on a curve."
That made me laugh. She was nervously wringing her hands as she waited for an answer.
I hesitated for a moment, "I'd say a nine point five."
She nodded slowly like she was trying to process what I was saying.
"A nine point five. Okay. That's pretty good, then."
"And the only reason I can't give you a ten is because if I do, you may not feel like there's room for improvement, and not want to do it again. The half a point deduction is are like my insurance that we get to do it again."
She laughed heartily.
"I like that. Very good answer,” she said. “But
just to let you know, you really wouldn't need any type of insurance like that. The way I enjoyed myself, I would love to do that over with you again… actually… many times over."
I felt heat beginning to rise up from the back of my neck. She reached over and put her hand on my thigh. I thought that my dick was going to jump out of my pants, I got hard so fast.
"Oooooh!" she said, staring down at my crotch. "Do we need to pull over?"
"If we do, you won't be making it back tonight," I told her truthfully.
She pulled her hand away from my thigh as if her hand was on fire. I felt a slight tinge of disappointment, but I quickly dismissed it. I had to stay focused.
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