Jared found a huge bunch of bushes. I crawled through the branches, ignoring the scratches and tears on my flesh as I went into the middle of them. Jared followed right behind me. There were branches all around us and above us, and I hoped with all of my being that we would not be spotted.
I held my breath as I saw a couple pairs of black boots pass right in front of my eyes. I could hear them talking, the chatter indicating that they knew we were nearby even if I couldn’t understand their words. One of the men bent down right in front of us and was eye level with me. If he had looked over just a bit, he would have seen us. However, he was looking at a footprint that Jared had made that showed we went in a different direction.
After checking some of the bushes in the area, the men left. However, remembering what Jared has said about a couple of people always staying behind to see if someone would come out of hiding, I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I barely breathed.
Finally, two more pairs of black boots walked past. After a few minutes, Jared thought we were safe. He cautiously emerged from the bushes, and seeing no one around, he pulled me out.
After a few more hours of walking, we finally found a cave. This time, I waited for Jared to check it out before I rushed in. He said I could quickly clean myself up in the nearby stream, which I did, longingly remembering the hot bath I had at the Iranian farmer’s house. However, cold, clear water was better than nothing. Jared went after I did, filling the canteens as he did so. Then, he made a covering for the mouth of the cave, just like he did last time. The terrorists were way too close to our trail for either of our comfort.
After dinner and brushing my teeth, I thought of nothing more than sinking into the blanket and closing my eyes. However, after looking into his beautiful silver eyes, I was unable to hold back. I knew we needed to be quiet. I knew I was in pain. I knew we were in a mortally compromising situation. Yet, the intensity of everything seemed to only strengthen my longing for him. In a place where we were so intertwined with our basic needs—breathing, eating, sleeping, surviving—this need I felt seemed imperative.
When I kissed him, his lips were soft and yielding. It seemed his need equaled mine. The kiss became more demanding. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth, exploring, tasting. I moaned as he sucked on my tongue, then flicked the tip of my tongue.
After hungrily consuming my mouth, he pulled away. Our clothes seemed to have dissolved, and we were both naked, barely visible through the thin streams of moonlight that managed to come through the branches against the mouth of the cave.
Jared pulled me up on all fours and went behind me. He lapped my pussy as though it were the most delicious meal he had ever savored. His tongue plunged deep inside of me, rubbing against my pussy walls, tasting me, swallowing the heated moisture that instantly flooded my tunnel.
My breasts hung down, and my nipples brushed against the blanket, making them hard. Tingling bolts of lightning flared in my hard buds and traveled through my body, temporarily replacing any pain I felt.
Jared rubbed my clit in slow circles with one finger. Then, he moved his finger across it, back and forth. Finally, he lightly pinched it and pulled on it, rolling it between his thumb and finger. The anguish of the heat consuming my body overtook me, and I began to shake uncontrollably. Jared moaned as he sucked all my come from my pussy.
When I was able to breathe again, he got on his knees and rubbed his hard shaft against my inner thighs. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip in anticipation of his huge cock filling me. He lightly rubbed my pussy and clit with his member, teasing me.
“Please, Jared. Please,” I panted quietly, the aching need so intense that I wasn’t sure I would survive another moment without his cock inside of me.
“What do you want, my sweet baby? What do you need from me, beautiful?” he asked, softly, breathlessly, telling me that his need was as intense as mine.
“I need to feel you inside of me,” I answered, quietly moaning at the torture.
“What part of me, baby girl? Tell me,” he demanded in a rough whisper.
“I need to feel your hard cock deep inside of me. I need you to fill me. I need it hard and deep,” I said.
“That is what I like to hear,” he said in a low growl.
He pulled my thighs apart even more, and I felt the tip of his hard cock at the entrance of my hot, soaking wet pussy.
“Yes, baby, yes,” I purred. “That’s what I want. What I need,” I panted out.
Suddenly, he pushed all the way inside of me, deeper than he ever had before. He gripped my hips tightly as he thrust in, stretching my hungry pussy, as it clenched him.
“Yes, Jared. That feels so good.”
“You feel so good,” he said.
He pulled all the way out again.
“No,” I choked out.
“Tell me that you want it,” he demanded again.
“I want your cock deep inside of me. Please.”
His cock slammed hard and deep inside of me, rocking me.
I moaned louder than I should have, as a fire blazed uncontrollably in my body. The night sky, the damp cave, and the hard floors disappeared as his cock filled me, making me feel sensations I would have never dreamt possible.
He thrust against me, hard and fast, his hands tight on my thighs. I tried to rock with him, but he wanted to be in control. All I needed to do was to feel.