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.