Chapter 4

Elspeth

What is going on? Why can’t I remember what happened? He called me Elspeth and it sort of feels right, but I’m not sure. Is he right? Did I hurt my head and it made me forget? Will I remember?

I felt him roll back and tuck the blanket in around me. He climbed between the front seats and as he did so, I got a full look at a muscled form, bare buttocks and, as he turned to slide between the seats, a fully erect penis. He looked like the statue of David by Michelangelo. Huh, I remembered that, didn’t I? Anyway, he was perfectly proportioned.

His eyes were intense and a deep blue, like that crayon in my box I’d saved for making pictures of thunderstorms. Where did that come from? He had dark brows and long, black lashes. His sable brown hair was neatly short, as was the moustache above his full lips. I felt a rush inside myself and was a little less cold, just thinking about him lying against me.

He put the vehicle into gear, both directions, and gave it gas but we didn’t move an inch. I knew we were in a mess but I tried not to complain. That probably wouldn’t help, and it could mean pain for me.

I was amazed to see him climb out of the car, still naked, and approach the back. I knew he didn’t have anything to use to clear the snow, not even his shoes, so I sat up and tapped on the window, holding up one of my boots. He nodded, opened my door, and quickly grabbed it. He pounded around the back of the car and then literally ran the short distance and jumped back into the warmth.

“Okay, we’re going to have to shut it down for a while,” he said and turned the vehicle off.

I hoped it would restart.

There was nothing for him to do but climb back onto the seat with me. There was no light inside now, so everything was done with a sense of feel. I held out my hand in the darkness, and he found it. His hand was cold, but his grip was strong.

I lifted the blanket, and he slid back beside me. This time, he moved to lie with his back to the seat and held me against him to the outside.

“Damn it’s cold out there!” he swore and I could feel his body shivering. I did all I could think to do, and that was to lay my leg over the top of his, pulling him toward me slightly.

It did something else, however—something quite unintentional. I hadn’t calculated the difference in our heights and when I opened my leg, his penis now rested against my vagina. I froze like that, not sure what to do. If I moved, it would rub against me and likely stimulate him.

“Finn?” I said softly.

“Yeah?” He choked out the word, and I knew why. He had grown against me and his penis was now between my upper thighs, causing me to straddle him.

“Uhm, can you move a little?” I asked in a small voice.

He shifted lower and now his penis was pressed upward, its tip nestled in between my labia lips. This wasn’t what I had expected, but I didn’t know what to say. If I asked him to move the opposite direction, judging by the size of him, it would press hard into my tummy and I was still feeling somewhat nauseous.

“Want me to move again?” he asked hoarsely.

I shook my head in the darkness. “No,” I whispered, although I wasn’t sure why. “No, that’s fine.”

“It’s a little crowded, but there’s not much choice right now,” he ventured and I nodded.

His arm was wrapped beneath me, holding me so I didn’t roll off the seat. That resulted in my being cradled against him, and I could feel my nipples growing hard as they pressed into the coarse hairs of his chest. His free hand tucked the blanket around to the back of me, leaving our skin on the topside open to the air. His hand rested on top of my shoulder, but only for a few minutes. His breathing grew more rapid and I could feel his heart beating against my ear. He began to absentmindedly stroke my upper arm, saying, “Shhh… shhh…” to soothe my worries as he did so.

His hand stroked lower and brushed against my breast. The effect was electrifying. His hand froze, and my nipples shot little sparks of something wonderful downward.

His hand moved again and although I knew I should say or do something, I didn’t want to. His fingers grazed the outside of my breast, and then rolled below to hold one of them in his hand. I was experiencing something so delicious that had I died the next moment, it would have been the most enchanting sensation of my entire life—at least I assumed it was, I couldn’t remember.

I looked up to study the outline of his face in the darkness. His lips came down onto mine, and I had the sensation of being pulled into a warm, yet hard cavern. His tongue slid over mine and then furiously combed the inside of my mouth, his lips pulsing on mine. His mouth felt almost double the size of mine. I felt dominated, but cherished. I opened my mouth and explored his with my own tongue, an action that made him groan.

The roaming hand moved downward now, over my hip and down the incline of my thigh to my pussy. His fingers touched me there, tentatively at first, and then parted my labia, where the tip of his penis waited, straining to enter. I let it.

I moved my leg enough to open myself widely to him, and he didn’t waste a moment. His hand rolled to the back of my bottom, pulling me against him as he entered me, smoothly and quickly filling me with his girth. It felt wonderful and somehow right—had I known this man before?

He sighed, a sound of immense relief. His hips began thrusting forward, his hard penis pushing deeply until he touched my backside, as his hand, one finger inserted into my ass, kept me hard against him. He rocked for the both of us, and my legs opened wider with each of his thrusts.

He stopped for a moment and lifted me then, rolling onto his back and lowering me upon him, his hand pressed into my bottom to keep me steady. There wasn’t enough room for me to plant my knees or feet, so I had to rely on him lifting me up and down onto him.

I rolled my head, my hair spilling onto his chest. It must have stimulated him more because he pumped harder and much faster. I felt like I was riding a galloping horse, his hands on my hips as he held us… allowing just enough room for him to slide in and out of me.

I felt the growing heat, like magma filled with sparkles about to pour outward between my legs. He must have had the same response as he cried out and with three giant lunges, he buried himself almost flat to my belly and his lava exploded into me. We were both shuddering with the release, my heart racing from the exertion and the lusty explosion taking place inside me.

“Jesus!” he exclaimed, lowering me flat atop him, his arms folding over me and spreading the blanket over as much of me as he could. I laid my head back upon his chest, listening to the hammering sound of his heart and waited as his breathing slowed. “Are you cold?” he asked me.

“No,” I sighed.

He chuckled. “Me, either.”