Uncivilized (Uncivilized 1)

I take both hands and place them on her backside, gently massaging her muscles. Turning my hands in, I run my fingers up in between the firm globes, brushing against her tender skin hidden inside.

Moira tenses for a moment, and then sighs.

Bending back for the body wash, I pour another generous amount in and get a good lather in both hands.

"Stand still," I command her. "And don't move.

Taking a step to her side, I run one hand over her stomach and the other down her back, both at the same pace. My hand to her front covers her pussy briefly before I start to drag my index finger in between her flesh, circling her clit.

Moira cries out in pleasure as one hand reaches out to brace against the shower wall and the other goes to my shoulder. I let my other hand drift down her backside and push my index finger down between her ass cheeks. When it gets to her tender opening, I gently massage around it, even as she tries to jerk her hips forward and away from my touch.

"I said don't move," I tell her as I rub her clit a bit more forcefully.

Her body stills, and I let my hands do the work. One finger working at her clit, the other gently circling her anus.

I lean my face in and nip at Moira's neck. Placing my lips near her ear, I tell her, "I want my cock up your ass."

Moira groans and shakes her head no.

"Not now... not tonight. But soon, it's going to be mine," I tell her ominously.

She shakes her head no at me again, even as she groans deep in her chest. I chuckle and kiss her neck once more.

"I will," I assure her softly, pushing one finger all the way deep into her pussy and the other into her tight back hole just a fraction of an inch. "You know you want me to."

Moira cries out, "Oh, God. Where did you learn that?"

I laugh softly and kiss the corner of her mouth. "Google."

"I can't, Zach. There's no way I can take you back there. You're too big."

"Shh," I murmur in her ear. "I'll take my time. I'll get you ready."

I pull my finger out of her pussy and start rubbing it around her tender clit again, but sink my finger in her ass up to my second knuckle.

A strangled sound bubbles up from Moira and she pushes her ass back against me, seeking more of this new feeling. I lose my rhythm on her clit briefly but gain purchase again as I pull my finger out just a tad from her ass before pushing it back in.

"Oh, that feels good," Moira murmurs, and triumph lights within my chest. While I let one finger flutter her clit, I go ahead and sink the other one in all the way. She's so fucking tight and hot, and I honestly don't know if I'll be able to bear that sensation on my cock when I take her that way. Just the thought of it has me about ready to unload.

Moira's breathing becomes ragged, and she starts to make mewling sounds as I work her from both sides. I start pumping my finger in and out of her ass with a little more force, while my finger on her clit circles faster and faster.

"Fuck," Moira groans, and I realize that's the first time I've heard her say that word. "I'm going to come, Zach. I'm going to come so hard."

"Fuck yeah, you are," I tell her, letting both my fingers fly in and against her in a frenzy.

Moira's entire body stiffens, and one of her hands flies down to clasp my thigh. She digs her fingernails into my skin, hard enough to draw blood, and she cries out as violent spasms quake her entire body.

I watch as she trembles powerfully, both my hands still lodged to the front and back, and I can't fucking stand it a moment more.

Because her back is burned, I remove my hands to step behind her and bend her over carefully, watching as her hands go to the shower seat to balance herself. Taking my cock in hand, I bring it up to the backside of her pussy and with one push, I'm seated deep.

"Hold tight, sweet Moira," I tell her. "This isn't going to take long for me."

I fuck her hard, careful to hold onto her hips in such a way as not to touch her burned skin. I look down and watch as my cock tunnels in and out of her warm flesh.

So good.

Feels so fucking good.

My orgasm is quick and catches me by surprise, seizing my entire body as it rumbles through me. Every muscle in my body seizes and clenches, so I lock my knees so as not to collapse.

I slap my hand on the shower wall and yell, "Fuck," as I shoot hot into Moira's body, my entire body shuddering in ecstasy.

Never.

Never have I felt anything like that before.

The absolute freedom I had with her body, the trust she placed in me. Her complete surrender to let me touch her in her most secret of places. She did it not because I demanded it, but because she wanted it and was willing to believe I wouldn't hurt her. She doesn't need me to provide food or shelter to her, not the way the Caraican women needed me. No, she needs me in a completely different way, and I find it completely humbling.

I look at Moira's back, pink from the sun, and her chest still heaving from the explosive sex we just had. Her head bowed down in repletion, her body still openly trusting of me.

I run my fingers gently across her skin and think to myself, It's going to kill me to leave her one day.

Chapter 18

Moira

I wash my hands in the bathroom sink and look up in the mirror at my reflection. Serious eyes bore back at me, contemplating what happened last night between Zach and me in the shower. It was beautiful... terrifying... liberating.

It changed me.

I've never had another man touch me the way he did, yet I trusted him fully for some reason. This wild man who never had to care for a woman's feelings or body before. It was absolutely exquisite, and I felt something change between the two of us when he pulled out of me.

Zach had gently pulled me under the water spray and rinsed the remaining lather from my body. He then massaged shampoo into my hair, followed by conditioner... running his fingers for the longest time through the silky, wet locks.

So gentle with me. Helping me from the shower, wrapping a towel around my shoulders but careful not to rub it across my sensitive back. He had me get my aloe, then he laid me across the bed on my stomach and tenderly rubbed the lotion onto my back. I sighed with a mixture of relief from the cooling essence and sexual longing for the way his fingers played across my skin.

While he handled me with the utmost delicateness over my burned back, his fingers were a bit rougher over my ass as he massaged me. I squirmed, silently pleading with him to touch me intimately, and he obliged. He used his fingers between my legs to get me slick with hunger, then he merely pushed my legs apart and sank into me from behind while I lay stretched out flat on the bed.

Zach fucked me slowly, bracing his weight above me with this hands dug into the mattress. I wanted to feel his entire body against me, but I know he was being sensitive to my sunburn. Although he went so very slow, he was anything but quiet. As promised, he held nothing back from me.

Every time he plunged into my body, he would groan with abandon, completely giving himself over to the ecstasy of the moment. I came with a quiet force and he followed me over the edge, leaning down to place a whisper of a kiss between my shoulder blades.

After he pulled out of me, I wondered if he would leave and go back to his own room. He had slept with me the previous night, but I wasn't sure if that was from pure exhaustion or because he wanted to. I didn't ask because I was afraid of the answer.

Instead, he rolled to the side and collapsed on his back, commanding me, "Come here."

I turned, scooting over to his side, and he gingerly wrapped his arm around my back, which felt so much better after the aloe treatment he'd given me. We lay quiet for a while, but then I broke the silence.

"Where did you get these scars from?" I asked as I trailed my hand down his stomach, past his right hipbone, and down to the top of his thigh, where I fluttered over four lines of small, circular scars, each line about five inches long. I had noticed them that first night I saw him in Caraica, and while Zach had other interesting, slash-like scars over various parts of his body, these interested me the most.

Zach lifted his head up from the pillow slightly, to see where my fingers rested. "Oh, those. From a green anaconda that tried to make a meal of me."

My head rose up so I could look at his face, thinking he was joking with me. "You're kidding me?"

He looked back at me with utter seriousness. "I'm not."

"Holy shit. What happened?"

Zach chuckled as he let his head rest back on the pillow. "I was twelve, I think, and out on a hunt with some of the other boys in the tribe around my age. We weren't very good... mostly we were able to bag some monkeys if we all shot enough arrows at one. We stumbled upon an anaconda on the bank of the Itui River. She was all curled up in a spiral, her head tucked down so we couldn't see it."

"Her? How do you know it was a girl snake? Did you lift her skirt up?" I asked with a snort.