Cave Man Make Baby (The First Mountain Man)

And right now, I’m giving this woman all I’ve got.

Our lips part and her tongue finds mine and her whimpers turn me all the way on. I squeeze her ass, dragging her hips to my waist, her legs wrapping around me.

My cock is hard, aching, but I don’t want this to happen too fast. I want to memorize every last bit of this moment, our first time together.

I already know it won’t be our last.

5

Fancy

His kiss takes my breath away and I make a decision the moment his mouth meets mine that I’m giving in to the crazy fantasy that this day already is. I told Summer if a wild barbarian caught me, I’d let him have his way with me. I wasn’t lying then, and I am not going back on my promise now. I am giving in to this because it’s my exact fantasy come to life.

“I need you,” he tells me, our foreheads touching, gasping for breath.

I nod. “Take me.”

He carries me from the ocean and I’m scared that when our toes hit the hot sand the moment will have passed, but he sets me down and reaches for our clothes, filling his arms. “I’ll race you back,” he says playfully.

I laugh as he runs ahead. My pussy is wet as I watch his back muscles flex, his ass bare. He is so attractive, and my body heats up with excitement. I don’t try to catch him. I love the view.

When we reach the lean-to, he draws me back to his body.

“You win,” I say as he runs his hands over me. “What sort of prize have you earned?”

He groans, running his hands through my long brown hair. “You are more of a prize than I ever imagined.”

The floor of the lean-to is covered in soft leaves and grasses, and he has animal pelts spread out. “You killed these?” I ask as we crawl inside.

“It’s how I survive out here, hunt or be hunted.”

“You’re so brave,” I say.

“Says the girl who walked right up to a mastodon.”

She smiles. “They aren’t killers.”

He runs a hand over my back, drawing me near, and I lie beside him, taking in this beast of a man who has survived out here, alone, for so long.

“You okay?” he asks. “We’re moving past strangers pretty damn fast.”

“Is it too fast?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious. “Because I thought you and me, we–”

He presses a finger to my lips. “Shh, no, I want this. I want you, but I don’t want to rush you.”

“I am choosing this. Choosing you. Now.”

He doesn’t ask permission again. Instead, he begins kissing me harder, with more intensity. Our skin is salty and our hair is wet, we’re naked and I feel so alive. “I’m a virgin,” I remind him as he begins to massage my breasts. It feels so good, having him touch me like this.

“Fuck, you know how much I like that?”

“How much?”

He takes my hand and guides it to his long, thick shaft. “This much.”

He is pulsing and big, and I stroke him, unsure of what to do.

“That’s perfect, Fancy.”

“Yeah?” I ask, licking my lips.

“Yeah, now I’m gonna take good care of you, but you have to trust me.”

“Trust a perfect stranger?” I ask as he teases open my thighs.

“I think it’s fate, don’t you?”

I nod, scared of the thought because the exact same thing is running through my mind. Isn’t this the exact scenario I dreamed up for Summer the other day? Flint literally caught me.

“I think it might be,” I admit. “I can’t touch you when you move down there,” I say as he kneels before me.

“It’s okay, we have all the time in the world.”

That should probably scare me, but it doesn’t. It frees me up to give in to this. To him. I let my knees fall as he lowers his mouth to my pussy, running his tongue over my wet slit.

“Oh, Flint,” I moan, not expecting it to feel this good. And he’s just begun.

“You’re so sweet,” he tells me in between kisses along my pussy lips.

“Must be all the gummy worms.”

He smiles, looking at me between my knees, then shakes his head, going back down on me. I bask in the moment, the craziness that it is. A man I just met is licking me up and down, making me squirm in the most delicious way. The ocean in front of us, a wild, untamed jungle behind us.

I exhale, blissed out as he adds a finger to my center, opening me up and making my knees quiver as he begins to move against me, making me wetter than I ever have been before.

“Oh, God,” I whimper as he adds another finger, my pussy juicy as he fucks me with his hand.

“You’re dripping for me, baby,” he says, licking it all up, his beard tickling my inner thighs, his mouth relentless as he sucks my clit.