CRACK!
This time, not only did the rock split again, but shards came off.
Flat, black shards an inch long, roughly triangular, and thin as a razor blade.
I picked one up and looked at it wonder. The fucker looked pretty damn sharp to me.
I tested it by trying to bend it. It wouldn’t budge.
I ran my finger lightly along the edge. Not sharp enough to cut my skin – but with enough force, it could definitely slice through.
I took the wooden arrow from Lelia, cut a notch in the end, and slid the stone fragment inside. It was thin enough that it wedged firmly inside the cut.
I looked over at Lelia, who was grinning at me excitedly.
I nocked the arrow – pulled it back – aimed at a piece of firewood in the corner – and let go.
THOCK!
The arrow hit the wood dead-on.
The impact knocked the wooden shaft free of the arrowhead –
But the arrowhead stayed embedded in the firewood.
I walked over and stared at the razor-thin fleck of stone sunk halfway in the wood.
Lelia joined me and clasped my arm in excitement.
“Holy shit,” I murmured.
We could definitely hunt deer with that.
“Holy shit!” Lelia cried out happily.
Life had just gotten a hell of a lot easier.
I stood up and looked into Lelia’s happy face.
She was literally hopping up and down, she was so excited.
I grinned right back at her – and then something came over me.
It was probably just the joyful exuberance of the moment… but I’m sure it had a lot to do with the gorgeous woman grinning at me ear to ear.
Anyway, I leaned over and kissed her.
She suddenly grew still –
And didn’t return the kiss.
Shit.
I backed up quickly.
Fuck, I misjudged that one –
Lelia was standing there in front of me, not moving.
But she looked at me curiously.
“Jack, what is this?” she whispered as she put her fingertip gently on my lips.
Her touch was more erotic than anything I had experienced in a long, long time.
I swallowed hard. “That was a kiss.”
“Kiss?”
“Yes.”
“Kiss,” she whispered, and leaned forward.
I leaned forward, too, and pressed my lips against hers.
This time she pressed back, and I felt the softness of her mouth grow firm.
I closed my eyes, and luxuriated in the feel of her lips on mine…
And of her soft body pressing up against me.
I could feel my cock growing harder and harder by the second.
I opened my eyes. Her eyes were closed as we kissed.
I pulled away, our lips parting in a smooch sound.
She was breathing more heavily. I could tell because her breasts were moving beneath her fur clothing, heaving up and down.
I stared at her chest, entranced, even though I couldn’t see anything beneath the furs she wore.
She opened her eyes as though in a trance… put one finger up to my lips… traced softly across them… and whispered, “Go away.”
Kind of broke the spell.
“What?” I asked, surprised.
“Jack go away,” she whispered, her voice throaty.
I frowned. “You want me to go away?”
Suddenly I felt her hand beneath my waist –
Clutching my rock-hard erection.
“Go away,” she whispered urgently.
I retraced my thoughts to when she had last used that phrase –
Back when I was peeing in the woods, and she had wanted to see –
And then I burst out laughing.
She looked surprised, then hurt.
“No, no – ‘go away’ means this,” I said, and turned and ran to the other end of the cave.
She looked confused for a second – and then she burst out laughing as she realized what she had said to me.
“No go away,” she said as she opened her arms back to me, and I took her in my arms and kissed her again.
This time she was the one who broke off the kiss.
“What is this?” she asked in a throaty voice as she clutched my crotch again.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering what word to tell her – and then settled on a simple one I wouldn’t mind hearing.
“Cock,” I murmured. “That’s my cock.”
“Cock,” she whispered as she rubbed me through my pants.
I couldn’t believe how hard I was – or how good her touch felt.
Suddenly she took her hand away, reached up behind her long, tousled hair, and untied something.
And then peeled down the front of her furs.
I gasped as I saw her topless.
Her breasts were absolutely perfect – full and firm and heavy and round. Her areolas were a darker blue than her skin, and her nipples were hard and erect in the cool air.
She stared into my eyes as she took my hand in hers and placed it on her left breast. Her skin was just like the rest of her – hot as a furnace.
But now I was getting even hotter as I cupped her tit in my hand, felt its firm softness in my palm, and brushed my thumb across her dark blue nipple.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she closed her lids halfway.
“What is this?” she whispered as her hand pressed mine harder into her chest.
Again, there were several words – but I just chose one.
“Breast,” I whispered.
“Lelia breast,” she whispered back.
I swallowed hard as I caressed her.
Then she took my other hand and guided it up under the skirt of furs around her thighs.
At first I felt the heat radiating off her skin –
Then the luxurious softness of her thighs –
Then something even softer. Curls of hair brushing across my fingers.
And lastly, I felt soft, hot wetness.
My mouth fell open.
Lelia grunted as my fingers touched her.
“What is this?” she whispered.
What word?
Not vagina – too medical –
And nothing too crude –
So I chose the one that was soft like her, and that rolled off my tongue.
“Pussy,” I whispered.
“Pussy,” she whispered back, testing out the sound.
I began to stroke her between her legs, caressing her.
She moaned and arched her back, her breasts pressing into me.
“Ohhh Jack…” she murmured.
Then she backed away from me completely.
She stared at me with those emerald eyes, never taking her gaze off me…
As her hands
