WREN

A lizard darts by, little feet causing a lot of noise in the crunchy, dead leaves. I jump, like I did with the squirrel, but relax and watch it skitter to and fro. “Normally I’d chase that,” I absently say aloud. “I love lizards. They’re prehistoric and weird.”

“I’m gonna catch him!” Eric comes to life, stalking the creature with bended knees and fingers outstretched up a wide incline, leaving the path. His right hand looks like a disaster, reminding me I never asked about it. “Who did you get in a fight with?”

His spine straightens as Eric stretches out his hand, inspecting it, the lizard forgotten just like that. “It wasn’t so much a fight as a beating.”

“Who did you…?” The answer hits me before I finish the question and my hand flies to my mouth. “You beat him up?”

“Broke his nose a little. Punched him in the nuts pretty good, too.” At my silence and shock, Eric tromps back to the path cleared by hundreds of footsteps over countless years. “Hey, you’re not going to defend that guy are you?” he demands.

“That’s…”

“Because he deserved what he got.”

“That’s…”

“Kissing that chick out in front of everyone.”

“That’s…”

“I should’ve kicked his nuts, not just punched them!”

“That’s…”

“What?! That’s what!”

“The sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me!”

He blinks in surprise and I throw my arms around his neck, hugging him so tightly I might cut off his circulation. His hands press into my back, arms tightening around me, too. “I had to do it. He hurt you.”

I explore his face with a look of utter amazement and gratitude. “But why?”

“You know how many times you shot me down because you had a boyfriend? Here you were being loyal to that punk and I respected the hell out of it. No, don’t make that face. Even though I fought you on it I respected it! And I knew you were attracted to me, too, but you were in a committed relationship and that mattered to you more than this.” He motions between our bodies. “And yet fuckhead over there was doing what he wanted and treating you the opposite of how you were treating him. It pissed me off. He hurt you. And I realized you can’t do that to someone. It’s not right. He needed my fist in his face, and I’d do it again!”

I kiss him. I didn’t mean to, but I did it anyway. I had to.

And Eric responds, but then he gasps and releases me, pulling free to stare into my eyes, his wild with confusion. “No, not like this!” he rasps then changes his mind and growls, “Aw, fuck it,” crashing a kiss into me. We tear into each other, the kisses hot and furious. We can’t get close enough.

His fingers claw at the bottom of my tank top and yank it up. I throw my arms into the air so he can remove it, gasping, “Hurry!” With it balled in his right hand he hooks his arm around my waist and lifts my feet mostly off the ground, dragging me behind moss-covered boulders, our mouths latched, devouring each other every inch of the journey.

Hidden back here, Eric pulls at my shorts while I yank open the buttons on his shirt, hands shoved inside and groping his chest, his ribs, his shoulders, tweaking his nipples while he grunts, urgent hands yanking my panties down my hips. “Fuck, I want you so bad,” he thickly murmurs against my parted lips.

“This is okay, right?”

“You mean, are you cheating?”

“Yeah,” I breathe, torn and wanting absolution.

Hazel eyes lose their smile as they gaze down at me. “Wren, you still want that guy?”

“No!”

“You love him?”

“No.”

“You think it’s done between you?”

“Yes.”

“Think he knows?”

My soul lightens as I realize, “Peter can go to hell.”

“That’s right, he can burn in it for all we care,” his eyes turning gentle as they travel around my face.

“Eric?”

“Shhh,” he whispers, brushing his lips against mine and staring at me. My heart knocks in my chest as he slides the pads of his fingers over my lips before he kisses me in a new way, in a way I’ve never been kissed before. It’s quiet, tender brushing of his lips against mine as our eyes remain locked in a passionate embrace of promises being made. My breath holds as I give myself over to him, softening. Responding he grows harder, eyes flashing with lust before he claims me in a rougher kiss, deepening it. The taste and feel of him intoxicates me. Everything feels hot, pulsing with desire and surprise. It’s like I’m waking up for the first time and seeing the world is in color.

“Here,” he rasps, tearing off his shirt from where it was hanging off his shoulders. He lays it on the boulder. “Hold that here.”

I do, and he bends to retrieve my forgotten shirt, glancing over to my nakedness and pausing in front of my pussy. He presses a tender kiss to the mound and works hot kisses up my abdomen, ribcage and kissing both breasts like he wants to stay there but will be back for more later. Rising to his full height, eyes hungry, he lays my shirt on his and backs me against the makeshift cushion. His body is amazing and mine just so-so, but the way Eric looks at me makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman who ever lived.

My blood races as he unzips his slacks and they fall around his calves.

“Oh my God,” I blurt, staring at his girth and length, eyes frozen in awe.

There’s a laugh in his voice as he takes my hand and brings it to his cock, guiding me to wrap my fingers around the silky yet very hard surface. “Should I have warned you I’m not small?”

My eyes flick up to meet his and I see him grinning that famous grin. I know I was wet before but a gusher has just exploded between my thighs. I want to know him, feel him, experience this gorgeous cock. I mean really…yes, please!

Eric claims my mouth, unlocking and molding it with the most hypnotically sexy kiss that my knees weaken. I hook my leg around him, using one to balance on, my back against our shirts. I moan with need as he bends to penetrate me for the first time, guiding himself up against my dripping channel.

As the tip presses in he growls, “Oh, fuck you’re so wet,” and slowly pushes deeper into me, getting me used to his size, his width. Whimpers of desire are sent from my mouth to his, making him echo them with throatier versions. I throw my other leg up, desperate for more, letting him hold me. He plunges in, eyes rolling back on this primal moan. Three quick thrusts of urgency, he gives me, before slowing down to long strokes, his chiseled hips grinding me. “You’re so tight,” he moans. “So fucking tight for me.”

Stepping away from the boulder so he can fuck me without worrying about my back getting scratched, he bends his legs to hammer as hard as he can, our lips together in a hot, moaning kiss. Fucking like this for a good long while, I cry out in his grunting mouth as an orgasm shimmers from my core. Eric starts biting his lips, nibbling on mine, grimacing and trying to hold back his own climax. The forest is quiet around us, a showcase for our ragged breaths.

“Oh god,” I moan, gripping his back and tensing all over. “I’ve never felt like this!”

“That’s right, give it to me. Cum for me. Give me everything you’ve got, Sweet Tits.”

I start laughing and he grins, but loses the smile as his hips work faster, pumping his engorged cock with abandon. It’s everything I need. Animalistic and without shame. I cum like this, wrapped around him, eyes squeezing shut in shock as I tremble. Suddenly his lips are on mine, drinking in my whimpers as my pussy clenches around him in hot bursts. Eric gasps free and sets me down, cumming outside of me and reaching for my hand. I grip his and grab onto his body, hugging him and kissing his back as it jerks under his ecstasy. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he gasps, “I didn’t want to cum inside you without your permission and then it just hit me and I had to pull out like that. Fuck! I can’t stop cumming. What the hell?”

“It’s okay,” I murmur into his shivering back. “It’s okay. I loved it. It’s okay.”

He rises like a shot, loops an arm around me and yanks my face to his, staring at me a hot moment before kissing me hard. “You’re amazing, Wren, you’re fucking incredible. I could kiss you for days.”