“Me too,” he growls. “Otherwise, I would never have met you.”
I can’t help blushing. He makes me feel so special, like there’s never been another woman for him, and there never will be again. Is it crazy to believe that it could be true? Are these instant connections the real deal?
I don’t have time to think anymore. His hand has reached a place only I have ever explored. He parts my legs roughly, hooking his finger on the outside of my panties and gently running it along my pelvic bone. I involuntarily moan again, unable to prevent myself from making noise. He draws it out of me like I know no other man would be able to.
His hand roughly tugs my panties away from my pussy, left sopping wet by my juices. His eyes meet mine with raw animalism as his finger nudges my clit. He growls with passion, driven wild by me.
“Damn, you’re wet. You want me, baby? You want me to fuck you with my fingers?”
“Yes,” I breathe. I’ve never wanted anything more. I can’t tear my eyes from his as he slides a finger inside me for the first time. His tongue runs along his lips and he moans, returning to kiss my neck as he dips his finger in and out. I’m making so much noise that he’s forced to clamp his free hand over my mouth.
“I’m glad it feels good, baby,” he murmurs. “But we can’t get caught. I don’t want this to end.”
I nod. There’s something about having his hand over my lips that I like anyway. I love how it makes me feel like he’s utterly in control. He’s dominating me, showing me who’s the boss. Those muscled arms of his are so strong that I know he could do whatever he wanted to me. As his finger delves deeper inside me, I know I’d let him do just about anything to me without a single complaint. I’ve never felt like I’d give myself so willingly before. Now, I know that I was just waiting for Wes to come along.
He inserts another finger inside me and I buck against his hand, forcing him deeper. It might be my first time with a man touching me like this, but I’ve been curious about these things for a very long time. I’ve touched myself a million times and never felt the way I do now. If it feels this good right now, how amazing will it be when he finally fucks me for real?
I want some sense of relief from this euphoria. I want him to make me cum. He moves his hand from my mouth to kiss me again, his tongue parting my lips. He starts moving faster between my legs and I grip him desperately.
“Say you’re mine,” he says as he pulls away from me, his eyes locking on mine. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I moan as quietly as I can. “I’m all yours. Always.”
The last word slips out of my mouth like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I half expect him to be freaked out, but it only seems to drive him wilder. He pushes himself against me so that we’re chest to chest. It forces his fingers deeper inside me and I yell out as I cum all over his fingers. I’m dizzy with euphoria, breathing hard, practically seeing stars. I got exactly what I wanted, and it seems that Wes did too. I can see his erection pushing against his pants. He sighs in pleasure as my wetness coats his hand, but clamps his other hand over my mouth. He knows that we must be close to getting caught, and I’ve made enough noise to draw attention to us.
And sure enough, I hear a rustle nearby. Someone is close by. I struggle to fix my panties back in place as he withdraws his hand in shock. Our eyes lock and he puts a finger to his lips. I can see my juices glistening on his skin. It almost makes me orgasm all over again, but I keep quiet. After all, I don’t want this moment to end.
We’re squashed in close together, breathing hard. He’s pressed against me, so I can feel the hard muscles of his arms. I want to lean my head against his shoulder and savor the moment we just shared, but we can’t right now. We’re moments away from being found.
Sure enough, one of the hunters scrambles over the roots and finds us close together. He grins with pride and whoops.
“You’re the last pair to be found,” he says. “Come out and claim your prize!”
Some of the hunters applaud as we clamber out of the roots, but it doesn’t feel like a win. I would happily have stayed nestled in the tree roots, just me and my lover. As we walk back toward the house, I can feel the energy between us like electricity in my veins. We glance at one another with a knowing smile. Even if our session got cut short, it doesn’t feel like the end of this.