Dayha
The water of the pool was warm as were his hands upon her. The ongoing destruction of the city was a dim echo to her as she rested back against the soft mossy log that lay suspended slightly above the water of the pool that she stood in.
The moss was soft and the feel of the Hunter's hands washing and massaging her feet was sublime. The light of a half moon shone down brightly enough to illuminate his form as he kneeled down in the water before her.
The loving administration of his hands washed away all memory of the blood gored grounds of the pit in a blessing that warmed her heart. Softly she asked, suddenly feeling shy, as she stood before this man, who had already mated her once, "What's your name?"
He glanced up as his hands washed at her calves and ankles and said, "Tyree."
She saw the flash of his teeth by moonlight and registered the fact that her asking of his name had brought him pleasure. Here in this moment in the aftermath of hell she wanted nothing else but to reward her rescuer with pleasure.
Her shaking fingers undid her short leather dress and then she unclasped the cloth at her chest to allow her breasts to fall free. She tossed both articles of clothing to the beach of the warm pond and shyly stood there showcased in nothing but moonlight for the benefit of his silent perusal of her.
His hands moved again, as they continued to wash, even as she stood for him completely willing to be at his pleasure. She spread her legs as his washing hands baid entrance and she held onto his shoulder for support as his hands washed and then played in the private haven nestled between her thighs.
She didn't restrain herself this time, but openly moaned with pleasure at the feel of his rubbing and inquisitive fingers. He pressed her back to lean against the soft mossy log as he hiked her one thigh up so he could lick her with his tongue.
Looking heavenward Dayha moaned gutturally, as his tongue swept up and down her slit to then focus on the small erect bud of tissue just above her opening that he had played with before earlier in the day. Her moans went deeper and she gripped at his head and pressed it to her as he almost brought her to her knees with pleasure.
Her orgasm was intense and his actions upon her never let up until she crashed again and then a third time. Crying now completely overcome she begged him to stop and yet she never wanted him to stop.
His warm tongue withdrew from its pressure upon her and he let her shaking thigh slide down until once again she was standing on two feet. He stood up and breathing heavy she rested forward against him.
A long moment of close skin on skin attachment passed by and dimly she realized the fact that he at some point had stripped himself of his clothes and that he was as bare as she was. The impressively thick length of his shaft pressed against her belly with insistence and an ache formed in the heart of her to once more feel him go deep.
She kissed his neck and then his hands were framing her face for his gentle kiss that he let fall off to the one side of her mouth as he mindfully avoided the area where her lip was split. She'd never had someone express such loving comfort of her before.
She'd given of her love in raising the boys, but there had never been anyone to put back what she'd given out in terms of love, until now. She felt completely undone by this man who kissed her with a gentleness that said he loved her.
Staring into his face, she whispered, "How can I please you? I'll do anything you want!"
He chuckled and it sounded strained to her ears. Her hand reached down and felt with a nervous shudder of anticipatory release at the throbbing size of his shaft.
He seemed to be restraining himself from her and curiously, she asked as her thumb massaged back and forth over the slippery wet tip of his shaft, "What's wrong? Why you hold back?"
Letting out a pent up breath, as he subconsciously leaned into the ministrations of her hand upon his shaft he said, "I want to take you hard, but I... you've been through a lot today. I should be gentle and...."
Smiling Dayha let go of his shaft and brushing in close to him she gyrated softly to grind her erect nipples into his curly chest hair even as she stood up on tiptoe and brought her mouth around to his ear to instinctively let her tongue wetly slide into his ear canal. Then breathy voiced into his ear she said with all the passion for him that she felt, "Take me Tyree! Take me as hard as you want to!"
That said, she softly bit his earlobe just enough to hurt slightly. He groaned and the grip of his hands on her waist tightened and a hidden part of her feminine self rejoiced in the strength of her man and at being at his complete mercy.
One of his hands released its grip upon her waist to reach around her and grasp hold of one cheek of her bottom. A vicarious thrill shot through her at the feeling of his big fingers touching her so intimately.
His grip on her bottom pulled and she was spun around in the water until she found herself facing the mossy log that she'd been leaning against. A big hand closed over her bare shoulder and with a headiness of excitement she willingly allowed it to bend her over the log until her breasts were pressed into the aromatic softness of the moss.
She closed her eyes and soaked in the way he was making her feel. Her hands found purchase on the mossy covered log in preparation for what she knew was coming.
She heard him kneel down in the water and then he was licking her womanhood once more, only from behind, even as his big fingers played and caressed with squeezing firmness the cheeks of her bottom and the creases that lay beneath each one as well as the valley in between. Instinctively she arched up onto her toes and pushed back against him so that her bottom was arched high in the air and she was left even more open to the actions of his thrusting tongue that was sweeping in and out of the very place that his shaft had already claimed once.
His tongue left her then and he stood up directly behind her. A thrill swept through her as his hands slid onto her hips possessively and the reality of how animalisticly he was about to take her became a living reality of longed for passionate possession.
In truth, though he was no animal. He was a man. Her man!
His shaft was at her entrance and she pressed back slightly to envelope the head of him in the sweetest sense of a woman's welcoming of her own erotic possession and he did not disappoint to fulfill her desire for him. Dayha gasped out even as a moan soon made its way to her lips as his grip on her eager hips tightened and his large shaft slid all the way home, only to slide out and then be pressed back fully again.
She pressed her cheek against the mossy log as his shaft swept through her insides with heat and thickness. The feel of him was amazing and she showed him just how much she thought so by clamping down so hard with orgasm that he had difficulty in pulling back for his next thrust into her gripping sheath.
He managed though, and then with a guttural cry of his own reflected in the savage anchoring grip of his hands on her hips, he thrust forward brutally right into the heart of her orgasm and beyond to then start splashing his seed once more within her as she twitched and clamped repeatedly about his thick shaft that held her up on her tip toes so rooted was he into her inner being.
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Breathing heavy I looked down the length of Dayha's moonlit back to where my still hard shaft was buried in her sheath. My orgasm was past, but the situation was such that I just didn't want it to end.
In remembered glory I surged my now semi hard shaft once more into her and brought her once more up onto her tip toes. I groaned at the sight of her perfect bottom and the way I felt within the warmthness of her sheath.
Reluctantly, I drew myself out of her. My seed soaked shaft hung there in the cool night air and I couldn't resist leaning forward to manually wipe some of its encased wetness off on the cheeks of her bottom.
I didn't miss the flash of her teeth as she glanced back at me in the gloom as I did that. She pushed up off the log and came upright, but instead of turning around, she pressed back to capture my softening cock in the sweet valley that lay between the cheeks of her bottom.
My hands swept up her front to grip and possessively hold her breasts captive. Turning her head into my neck, she throatily whispered, "Promise me you'll do that again."
Growling good-naturedly as my fingers rubbed her nipples possessively I said, "You can count on it Honey."
I felt her shiver and I rejoiced all over again at the prospect of waking up every morning with her by my side. I turned her then and kissed her passionately even as I picked her up and carried her free of the water to where I had been camped out over the past two weeks.
Tomorrow I would begin the journey that would take us home back to Arn. It would likely take longer to get home than it had taken to get here given what a distraction this woman was to me, but I preferred it to be no other way.