Gia ripped away from her blanket, heedless of the cold, damp air. Then, with eager fingers, she peeled off her jacket, insisting that Marco do the same.
Their tiny fire sputtered and smoked, trying to become a bona fide blaze. The rain continued its relentless tempest outside, but inside they were dry and safe.
“We really shouldn’t do this,” Marco said, reaching behind her.
He retrieved a stick which he used to stir the fire. He kept at it until flames licked at the branches, creating shadow puppets on the stone walls. Then, he cupped his hand behind Gia’s neck and brought her in for another searing kiss.
“I know,” she said when the lip action paused. From her seated position, she spread the blanket on the hard ground. “My king,” she said, with a flourish, gesturing to the silvery emergency wrap.
“Is this you agreeing with me, saying we should stop?” He settled his bulk on the unforgiving ground and gestured with his fingers for her to climb on top.
“Absolutely,” she said, accommodating his request. “Not,” she added. “Who’s going to spill the secret? The cows?” Simply sitting on top of him aroused the hell out of her, especially when she rocked against the heat he packed between his legs. “Oh, my fucking God, Brutus. You’ve got enough wood to heat the valley.”
He flashed her a wicked grin, and said, “Think you know what to do with that wood, little girl?”
She matched his grin and said, “Think you can deal with the ways I know what to do with that thing, boy?”
“I’m game if you’re game,” he said, his face lit by the dancing flames. “Show me what you’ve got.”
“You first. Clothes off.” She couldn’t wait to see his body.
Her ankle began to throb, drawing her out of the pleasure ahead. “Wait a minute. I’ve got to...” She straightened her leg, but the expertly wrapped ankle still hurt. “Nope. Fuck.”
“Don’t give up yet, sweetheart,” he said. “Climb off. I’ve got an idea. This will only take one quick sec.”
She rolled off and gingerly maneuvered to sitting.
Marco peeled off his damp shirt.
She hugged herself against the chill, unable to keep her eyes off his magnificent chest.
He folded their outerwear, along with his shirt, into a soggy makeshift mattress. Then, he spread another emergency blanket on top. “This thing’s waterproof. It will keep you dry and somewhat comfortable. My queen,” he said, gesturing at the rustic bed, in the same manner, she’d done.
She crawled on top and settled in. “It will do. At least my ankle won’t complain. Is being a Marine like an enhanced boy scout?”
“Way enhanced. I’ve got skills you don’t even want to hear about. Now relax.” He knelt between her legs. “Let’s get that top off, shall we?”
She sat up and almost died of pleasure as his hands stroked her skin. “Oh, god, Brutus, this is heaven. So this is what it’s like to do it sober.”
“And we’ve barely begun,” he said. “Think you can handle it?” He peeled her shirt from her body. “Lay back, beautiful.”
A wave of shyness passed through her. She bit her lip.
“What?” he said, stroking up her sides. “You’ve been doing that lip biting thing more and more. What’s going on?”
His hands curved around her breasts and he massaged them, before starting his sensual journey again. Up the sides, around the breasts, and down again.
She let out a deep sigh.
“I’m like a virgin,” she said. Her head rolled slightly to the side.
“How so?” He clearly enjoyed touching her as his erection pulsed through his jeans.
“I’ve never, um...fuck. This is hard.” She chewed her lip some more and gazed toward the cave’s ceiling. “I’ve never done this sober, Marco.”
His hands stopped. He looked at her, wonder shining through his warm eyes. “No kidding?”
“No kidding. I started drinking when I was twelve. The neighbor boy and I had an exploration party... a party of two.” She guffawed.
“So, you didn’t drink for the first half of your life,” he said thoughtfully. “Second half, you let ‘er rip. Let’s start a new chapter, what do you say?”
She nodded. “This feels so...so...” She searched for the right word but came up empty. “I don’t know. I’ll muse on it later. Don’t stop. I like the way you make me feel.” She scrunched up her face.
“Well, then,” he said, resuming the caresses. “I’d best make this extra special for both of us.”
“Why so for you?” she asked.
“It’s been a long time, honey. Far too long since I’ve felt this way about anybody. And don’t think I missed the fact that you called me Marco,” he said.
“Shoot. I thought you might have let it slip on by.” She grinned at him.
“You’ve got a beautiful smile, girl,” he said. “And these tits. Love these tits.” He cupped both in his hands, and then tweaked both nipples, stimulating unbelievable pleasure.
“They’re tasty morsels of goodness,” she said, nearly panting.
“And I need to taste them. Hope I don’t get a spider in my mouth,” Marco said, winking, tracing the delicate inked filaments along Gia’s neck. “I saw that wicked web on your back.”
“Nah, my spider’s extremely cooperative when she likes the guy,” Gia said, feeling uncharacteristically shy.
“Good,” he said. “I’d hate to make her mistress upset.”
His head dropped to her nipple and he suckled it, swirling his tongue around and round. He made throaty moans as he sucked, making her extremely wet.
When his mouth sought the other nipple, her hands kneaded and tugged the survival blanket. Her back arched into him. Everything felt all tingly and wild, like her skin was being struck by lightning. Her hands grabbed his solid upper arms, but her fingers couldn’t come close to wrapping around the bulging muscles.
“Mouth, Brutus. I need your mouth up here,” she begged. “Kiss me hard.”
“Someone’s a bit impatient. I need time. Lots and lots of time to savor you.” He licked and sucked his way up her neck, pulling the tender skin into his mouth and releasing it with a loud pop.
“You’re going to give me hickeys,” she said, laughing. “I haven’t had a hickey since I was thirteen.”
“I haven’t given one since I was fourteen and got slapped,” he said. He kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, and her nose.
She squeezed her eyes shut. Everything felt new and exciting. She’d never had an encounter like this, not in all her sucking, fucking years on the road, not living on the streets, not in high school, never. She brought her arms around Marco’s back and explored his muscled physique, feeling like she’d won the sex partner lottery.
He brought his mouth to hers, kissing her gently and teasing her with the tip of his tongue.
She nibbled on his lower lip, enjoying his mouth expertise. Their kisses deepened naturally. Soon their tongues were tangoing, sensual, on fire. Gia loved every second, finding him as good a kisser as her. All the while she ached for him to be inside her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, ignoring her throbbing ankle.
Finally, unable to stand it, she said, “Get your pants off, Brutus, now!”
He laughed. He had such a deep, masculine laugh. He wasn’t anything like the rockers or roadies, bar boys or other losers she’d fucked through a haze of alcohol. She folded her arms behind her head as he stood to undress.
First, he retrieved a condom from his wallet. He waved it at Gia. “Protect and serve, that’s my motto.”
She grinned. “I thought it was ‘Always faithful’.”
“That comes later. Let’s not rush things.” He returned the grin. Then, he did a coy striptease move, turning his back to her.
“Aw, hey, now,” she said. “Show me what you’ve got.”
“I’m shy,” he said.
She laughed. “You’re lying. You’re so not shy. You probably admire yourself in the mirror. Show me.”
He bent forward, sliding his jeans from his mighty legs, revealing one very fine ass.
“You’re the best eye candy I’ve ever feasted my eyes on,” she said, blinking hard. “Damn. You’re like a god, Brutus.”
He stood and stepped free of his pants, still keeping his back to her. His hands moved out of sight, and he presumably stroked his erection. “Oh, yeah, this feels good.”
“Oh my God, Brutus. You’re killing me. It’s not like I can leap up and tackle you.” She let out another laugh, mindful of the joy in her heart.
He turned his head and gave her a winsome look, putting his hand over his mouth like some demure geisha girl.
Her laugh grew. “You’re killing me, Brutus,” she said again. “Turn around, for God’s sake.”
His face turned to pure feral masculinity. His hooded gaze alone made Gia want to weep with pleasure.
“You are so fine, Marco. I’m sold. You’re changing me for good,” she said, her voice low and throaty.
Slowly, like he moved in some alternate-time warp reality, he pivoted to face her.
She swallowed hard at the sight of him. Her gaze swept along the ripped muscles of his abdomen, tracking the hair that led to his...to his...my God, it’s a work of art.
“That thing’s magnificent. I want to play.” She put her hands underneath her chin and whimpered like a puppy.
He laughed and got to the ground. “Oh, you’ll get a turn for sure. Let’s make sure you’re good and ready for this.”
“I’m ready, I’m ready!” she said.
“Nuh uh. Not yet you’re not.” He waggled his tongue at her. Kneeling between her legs, he caressed the inside of her thighs.
She swooned at his touch.
He brought his thumbs along the crease of her thighs.
She gasped in anticipation.
He dragged one thumb lazily up her folds.
She arched into his caress.
He gave her one last wicked leer before dropping his mouth to her wet and ready core. He nibbled on her. He drew long sweeping strokes with his tongue, swirling around her clit until she couldn’t stand it.
She moaned, pulling his hair.
“Marco, my God...I’m...you’re...” She let the words fall away into the waves of pleasure consuming her. Her orgasm struck like thunder and lightning, hard, sudden, and intense. It took her into a mind-blowing, shooting stars’ kind of sensation that seemed to last forever. Finally, she smacked her palms against the survival blanket, breathless. “I give. Stop. No more. Give me a minute.”
When he sat up, he bore the biggest grin she’d ever seen. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes glittered, full of feral heat.
For one fleeting second, fear flashed through her heart. I’m starting to fall for this guy.
He cocked his head, a look of concern replacing the lust.
She shook the frightened thought away and said, “Show me what you can do with that thing. I’m dying to feel you inside me.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He ripped open the condom packet and rolled it on.
“I can’t believe they make condoms that big. Do you have to special order them?” She laughed.
“Oh, baby. I have my own supplier. They’re custom made for me.” He returned the laugh. “I’m kidding. Now, shh. No more talk unless it’s dirty.”
Gripping his erection, he slid it up and down her folds.
She let out a long, “Oh,” sound. “Mercy, Marco. Fuck me with that bad boy.”
“You want me, huh? You want to feel me inside you?” He looked like his face would split with pleasure.
“I want you so bad, Brutus,” she said, fully aware of the truth of the sentiment. “I’ll face a firing squad if it comes to that.”
He scoffed. “Let’s hope it doesn’t.” He fit the head inside and waited for her to adjust.
“Damn,” she said. “Perfect. You make me feel so...” Safe? Happy? Nurtured? Pleasured? Dare I say loved?
He rocked into her, slowly, deeply, burying himself to the hilt. “I make you feel so...”
“I can’t even put words into it.” Sloppy tears began to track down the side of her face.
“Oh, honey,” Marco soothed. “I hope those are happy tears.”
“They are...I don’t...” She bit back the words. Flooded with joy, happiness, pleasure, and wonder—emotions she’d never experienced with another guy, ever—she simply smiled through her tears.
Then, she seized Marco’s hips and pulled him into her, sinking into the bliss. For tonight, in their cozy cave complete with crackling fire, she wanted to experience this man, fully sober. If only I can manage to stay this way. She tossed that thought away, not ready to face the challenges she knew lay in wait for her.