Riiiiiip!
He tore the strap and my bra fell to the craggy floor.
I said, “Now how am I supposed to walk—”
He cut me off by flicking my pert nipple with his tongue and then took almost the whole thing in his mouth.
He slid his teeth over my nipple and I groaned.
I’d always had sensitive boobs and he was teasing them a treat.
He turned to my other breast and gave it the same treatment.
I lowered my hand to his throbbing member and felt his baggy pants grow tighter.
I cupped him through the fabric and measured his impressive girth.
I’d seen it once, that day I wandered into his room.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his snake then just as I couldn’t take my hands off it now.
I jacked him off through the material and he grunted again.
His eyes glinted dangerously in the darkness of the cave.
We were going to fuck like animals, and in a setting like this, who could blame us?
He raised my skirt, hitching it up to my hips.
He thumbed my underwear aside and ran his hand over my yearning mound.
He ran his hand back and forth, gently but firmly.
I gasped as he flicked my clit over and over again.
He must have felt my wetness on his hand.
He eased me back and pressed my bare back against the cave wall.
I thought it would be sharp and uncomfortable but in the darkness, his eyes were alive where mine failed.
He’d found a patch of smooth stone.
He slipped a finger inside me and eased it back and forth.
I clutched his muscular arm, feeling his muscles tense as he slid in and out of me, coaxing me along one shallow wave after another.
I’d never been with someone who satisfied me, who was patient with my body and willing to see to my needs before their own.
My eyes fluttered open and closed, each time finding his golden irises gleaming in the semi-darkness.
I met his gaze and, in an instant, was leveled by him.
He stroked me expertly, knowing exactly when to apply pressure and when to ease up off the gas.
I was in trouble.
He was warming up my engine and doing a stellar job.
He leaned in close, nibbled on my earlobe, and whispered:
“Don’t be shy. There’s no one to hear you scream.”
His hand sped up, the heel stroking my clit as his fingers worked me from inside.
I did as he asked, not that I had much choice in the matter.
I threw back my head and screamed.
I ground against his hand as he brought me to orgasm.
I clutched him close as my juices ran down his hand and my inner thigh.
He slowed to a stop, stroking me gently as I savored the after-effects.
“That… was… delicious,” I said. “Where did you learn that?”
“In my dreams. I’ve wanted to do it to you ever since I first saw you.”
“What else have you been thinking about doing to me?”
“Let me show you.”
He dropped his pants and sprung to attention.
No sooner was he free from his restraints than he placed his cock at my opening.
He hesitated only a moment, shaking his head of whatever concerns he wrestled with, and slid inside me.
I gasped as he took me, grinding so deep I felt every inch of him.
Equal parts pain and pleasure.
Exquisite.
Goosebumps writhed across the surface of my skin.
I felt his cock pinch one side of my pussy and it hurt.
He must have felt it too because he lifted my left leg and held it suspended in midair.
Right where he wanted me.
Right where I wanted to be.
With my back pressed against the dry wall and him in front, there was nowhere I could escape to.
Nowhere else I would rather be.
I reached down and felt his ass tense as he thrust inside me.
I gasped as each stroke stimulated me more than the last.
“Yes,” I screamed. “Yes!”
Then he went to town.
He fucked me hard, each spear hitting me at just the right angle.
That light throbbing in the center of my chest grew brighter, its racing rhythm matching his harsh punishment.
My pussy clenched and I felt myself shooting into another orgasm.
“Don’t stop,” I ordered. “Don’t ever stop.”
He grunted at the back of his throat as he took me over the edge.
I screamed as he pummeled me over and over again.
I tightened around his cock as he grunted and spilled his hot come inside me.
His movements slowed to a stop and he lowered my leg but he didn’t remove himself from my warmth.
He stared at me, a dark and unsure look on his brow.
Then, like the dawning of a new sun, it shifted into a beautiful smile.
Kayal had returned to me.
He kissed me on the lips and I clutched him close, our sweat pressing against each other.
And like the rest of the experience, it felt divine.
I’d not only prepared candles but a single thick blanket from the wardrobe of my room.
I’d snuck down here, looking for somewhere to carry out my dastardly plan while the others welcomed the guests.
It didn’t take long for me to discover this shallow cave and its lack of inhabitants.
I burned one of the candles and used the wax to fill some of the craggy holes to use as holders.
Then I stashed the blanket in a corner.
We lay on it now, our bodies entwined and in each other’s arms.
I loved the feel of his hard, muscular frame beside me and the way he touched me as if I was some rare treasure he valued more than anything else in the entire world.
He clutched me close in his powerful arms and kissed me on the bare skin of my shoulders.
The fact he’d resisted and initially refused me still weighed heavily on my thoughts.
But I wouldn’t ruin the moment by bringing it up and making him feel awkward.
If he wanted to tell me, he would in his own time.
For now, I was happy with him and he was happy with me.
“I guess you must be my white knight,” I said.
He kissed me on the cheek and looked up at me.
“White knight?”
He continued to smother me with kisses
