"Thank you for telling me your story," I said, truly grateful that Michelle felt like she could open up to me. I know that it couldn't have been easy to share something so sensitive to her about her mother. Seeing her tears and hearing her shaking voice told me that she still had strong emotions about what had happened.
"You're welcome. Thank you for letting me get it all out. I don't think that I've ever shared that with anyone else."
"Sometimes you need share these things so that people can get a better understanding of you and what you've been through."
"I agree," she said, raising an eyebrow, her eyes fixated on me. I knew instinctively it was a hint that she wanted me to share more of my story so that she could understand me a little better. But I really didn't want to share my story with her just yet. Even though we were trapped out in the cave together, we'd been having a pretty good time. I would hate to turn it into a depressing experience by sharing my sad story.
"You know what?" I said. "I think that we've had enough serious talk for one night. Let's save my story for another night."
"Why? You were nice enough to listen to me share. I want you to share with me so that I can listen to you and get to know you better."
"I know." I said, squeezing her in my arms. "And we will have plenty of time to do that later. But for now, let's just enjoy being in each other's company."
She was silent for a few minutes and finally said, "Okay." I nestled my face in her thick, black crop of hair. Her hair smelled like wildflowers. She was so warm and soft in my arms. I felt like I could have laid there with her for eternity. Even though it was storming badly, part of me wished the brutal weather would go on forever.
As much as I was enjoying lying there with Michelle, a small part of me felt sad, wishing I would have the courage to open up to her. It had been a long time since I had experienced feeling close to someone like this. And she was such an attentive listener. I wished that I could open up to her and share my story, to have someone listen who truly cared and would try to understand. But I quickly dismissed the thought and settled myself with the thought of holding her for the rest of the night. But it seemed like she had other plans. She started to grind her butt into me, moaning softly. After a few minutes of this she sighed dejectedly.
"You okay?" I asked her.
"Yes. No. I don't know."
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She sat up and turned to face me.
"I want you to make love to me."
I looked at her a little bit confused, but then told her, "Okay."
"No, I want you to make such good love to me that I don't remember any of my parents’ tragedy. I don't want to think about my mother dying or my father… or anything. I want my mother to be the woman that my father mourns, his loving and doting wife. A woman who is faithful and devoted to her husband. Not this woman who was hell-bent on leaving her husband and her only child behind. I wish that I could wake up and it could all be a dream."
She had high hopes that I wasn’t sure I could fulfill. But I would do my best to make her memories happy ones, ones that would last well beyond our time in the cave.
I start by kissing her face. All of it. Her skin was warm and soft. She reached her hand down and rubbed on my dick, making it instantly hard. I leaned my head down and kissed her chest. Freeing a breast from her confining bra, I lapped up her nipple with my tongue, sucking on it until it stood at full attention. She held my face there, her breath quickening. I was intoxicated by this woman---every bit of her. The more that I kissed and sucked on her plump breast, the more turned on I got.
When I couldn't wait until longer, I pulled my dick out, and sheathed it with a condom. I then pulled her pants all the way off and worked my dick into her already wet and tight hole. She moaned loudly as I pushed it into her deeper and deeper. I was rock hard. She winced, letting me know that she was still a bit sore from the rough sex that we had earlier.
"Don't worry," I told her. "I'll be gentle."
She seemed to relax when I told her that. Her pussy was sore because I had given her all that I had, and some more I used my fingers to stroke her clit using the softest touch I could muster. I watched her dripping wetness easily glide over my fingers and down my hand. I slowly edged my dick toward her pussy and held the globular head near her entrance... making sure to enter slowly so as to feel her luscious pussy lips on contact… then slowly going further down and savoring the tightness that was binding like a vice around my cock. I went deep inside then slowly pulled out. I repeated this maneuver several times making sure I was pleasing her. I could tell she was loving the care I was taking as I did not want to make her soreness any worse than it was. I continued in the same method, feeling her pussy tightening with each penetration. Slowly and gently in and out.
When her pussy clamped shut and her eyes widened, I knew she was about to cum. But, this time it was more dramatic, slower than the other ones. It was like a calm had washed over her. She didn't make a sound. She lay there completely still, letting the sensations envelop her total being. She gripped my arms with her hands like she would never let go. I knew right then that I had succeeded in my mission. This time was soft and sweet, just as she wanted it. When she finished cumming, she lay lifeless in my arms. I held her and she held me back.
This time I pleasured myself. It wasn’t long before, my cock was sputtering as cum shot out hard, splashing violently in sharp bursts and landing onto my chest. I didn't think I had that much left in me after all of the sex that we had… but it turns out I did.
I wiped myself clean and we fell fast asleep in each other's arms, the pattering of the rain and crackling of the fire serenading us as we laid huddled up in a corner of the now lovers cave. I could see myself getting use to this.