Adam

When we're kissing, everything's right. Exactly how it should be. But when we're talking, not so much. Then I'm found severely lacking. I can see it in the way she rolls her eyes, even when she doesn't know she's doing it.

Why does she keep reaching out, asking exactly the type of questions I don't want to go anywhere near?

Truth is, I know nothing about dating women. I know enough to get them into bed and that's it.

Which is what needs to happen between us. Soon.

She tastes of wild blueberries and clear water, and I just want to rip her clothes off right here, have all of her right now.

But she grips my wrist when I try to pull up her shirt, giving me a stern sort of look despite the softness in her eyes. Like we're not way beyond prudishness. No one'll come out here and find us, we can do what we want. I know because I've spent many days in this part of the forest. The sorry excuse for my home is just on the other side of this hill, almost straight down from here. And I'd tell her that, but it would only open a whole new avenue of loaded questions for her, ones I want to answer even less than the military stuff. Still don’t know why I even mentioned home before, must’ve been her eyes, all caring like she wants to help. But she can’t.

So I just kiss her neck some more, let her short gasps fill every last part of my mind. She doesn't have to offer words of comfort for me to feel better. She just has to let me stay with her.

"When did it get so dark?" she whispers suddenly, and I look up just as a vicious roll of thunder echoes over the trees. It's so loud she actually shakes.

"It's gonna rain," I point out quite unnecessarily.

"Should we…I mean…if there's lightning…" she's holding onto me really tight.

"Yeah, we should probably leave," I say and get up without letting go of her, set her onto her feet as well.

She's all dazed when I do, until I'm sure I must've grabbed her too hard.

"You OK?" I ask, afraid she'll just roll her eyes again. She nods though, smiles and doesn't let go of my waist.

I kiss her again, just because her sweet lips are so close and she returns it, but shakes again as another roll of thunder rips through the forest.

"We should go," I say and take hold of her hand, leading her out through the thicket. She stumbles behind me, and I slow down, remembering that her pace is way slower than mine. I am such a buffoon in this romantic dating shit.

The rain's still holding when we reach my bike and this time she has less trouble getting on. I want to go fast, but her arms around my waist cinch tighter every time I try, so I don't. Though it'd be better if we got back to the cabin before the rain comes, since I'm not wearing glasses and the road'll be slick as hell.

Just as I turn onto the narrow road that leads to her cabin, the rain comes down like someone emptied an enormous bucket of icy cold water right over us.

I'm drenched in seconds, and judging by her loud shriek, so's she. Visibility is down to zero, but I'd willingly go blind if it meant her body was pressed against me this tight forever.

She climbs off the bike clumsily when we reach the cabin then actually stands there waiting for me in the downpour. Even takes off the helmet, which I think she regrets the second she does it.

Or maybe she did so to return it, tell me to keep going.

The water is rolling off her thick hair, landing in her eyelashes, soaking her shirt, making it stick to her breasts.

"It's raining, Adam," she says and I love the sound of my name spoken in her voice. It sounds like she's been saying it for a long time, and will continue to do it. Like we're in this together.

"I know, Taylor," I say not taking my eyes off her and not moving.

"So we should go in," she says, not moving either.

"Why? We're already wet."

She rolls her eyes again. "Exactly." Then she grabs my hand and pulls me toward the cabin.

But I'm not sure I can take any more of her eye rolling. That shit's starting to sting. Maybe I should just leave before it gets worse.

"Come on," she urges when I don't move, then winks at me, and smiles coyly. "I want to get out of these wet clothes."

That takes all of the sting away, and I think she knows it. What she maybe doesn’t know is that she's not getting much by way of conversation tonight.

* * *

Taylor

It's everything together. The rain, the thunder, his hard body pressed against me, his hard, insistent kisses, almost rough at times, but not quite, his hands on my body, his vulnerability. I've only caught a glimpse of it, but I know it goes deep, and I know I can help. If he'd just let me. If I just let myself.

But right now, my whole body's burning, despite my wet clothes, and I want to go all the way. Finally breaking this tension that's been mounting between us since this morning, since last night, since the night we kissed on the sidewalk.

"Let's go in," I whisper and this time he pulls me to the cabin.

We're barely inside the door when he falls on me again, wet, wild, passionate.

My head's spinning, and I feel like I'm floating somewhere above, looking down on myself doing these things, taking my clothes off, ripping off his. Yet I've never been this grounded either. This alive. So in the moment I hardly know where I am, who I am, yet I still know it all perfectly.

He kisses me one last time, hard and urgent, then leads me to the bedroom, pushes me down on the bed, trailing kisses down my neck, sucking my nipples into his mouth, biting down, making me arch my back and moan. I writhe on the bed as his mouth finds my clit, all wet and swollen, my whole body aching for release.

I run my hands through his hair, dig my nails into his shoulders as his licks get faster, more frenzied. Then he sticks his tongue inside me, starts fucking me with it, and I let out a growling sort of noise, which only makes him do it faster. I can't hold on any longer. I let out another, similar noise as I come, harder than I did last night, harder than ever before.

And I want more.

He falls on me, his weight driving me into the mattress and kisses me fiercely. I can taste myself on his lips, and my pussy actually aches for more.

"Ready?" he asks, hovering over me, his lips less than an inch from mine.

I don't know and I think it shows on my face. He's huge, and I haven't had much practice, especially not these last few months.

"Don't worry, it'll be awesome," he says and grins at me, his eyes dangerous and hard, making my pussy ache in anticipation.

He climbs off the bed and leaves the room, returning a few moments later with the condoms, the red box large enough to fill up the room.

His cock is still fully hard, jutting up towards his belly button, and I lick my lips on impulse, making him grin wider. He rips open the package and pulls out one of the condoms.

"You wanna do the honors?"

I bite down on my lip and take the packet from his hands, even though I've never actually put a condom on a guy before.

He climbs up on the bed again, leaning against the headboard.

"Whenever you're ready…"

I've never been less ready to do a thing and more ready to do it at the same time. If every nerve ending in my body weren't screaming for him to be inside me, I might just chicken out.

"This is taking too long!" He lurches forward and grabs the condom from my hand. "I'll do this one, and you can get the next one. I don't want you to change your mind."

"OK, yeah," I say and nod like he just suggested some very reasonable thing and my face turns hot at the embarrassment. I wish I could muster some of the crazy fire I felt last night, when I sucked his dick, but I spent half the day embarrassed over that and what a harlot I was, and the other half wishing I could do it again. So I’m completely paralyzed now. The artificial smell of strawberries fills my nose as he rips open the little packet. He has the condom on in seconds, and then he's grinning at me again, and I'm blushing even harder.

"You wanna climb on top here?"

I lick my lips again. Yes, I do want to, but I'm also petrified that I'll just wilt away under his cocky grin.

He shakes his head and reaches over, lifts me into his lap, like I weigh nothing, sighs as my pussy brushes his cock.

His eyes are still hard, determined, but the cockiness is gone.

"If you don't want to…" he starts, but I silence him with a kiss. I'm not a virgin, this isn't my first time, so I don't know why I'm being this shy, especially since it’s him. He's like the only guy who ever turned me on the first moment I laid eyes on him, across a crowded dark room. And he’s left me no doubts that he wants me.

I lift my hips and use my hand to guide his cock into me. It's awkward going, but he lets me do it my way, running his hands over my back, my ass.

I’m wet enough, but I still wince as his cock slides in, and nearly come again just from that alone. I hold on to his hard pecks, which barely yield beneath my fingers. His cock is filling me completely, the fit so tight it's hard to slide up and down on it. But there's no pain, only a pleasant fullness.

I whimper as his cock slides in deeper, causing an orgasm I didn't even feel building. Warm wetness erupts between my thighs and he slides in easier now, taking over, holding my hips as he thrusts into me, so deep I don't think I can take anymore. But I can, and I want to. I feel myself opening up more, my orgasm building again, the pleasure so intense I can't keep my eyes open. My nails are stuck in his muscles, and he keeps thrusting into me, breathing hard and groaning. The pleasure keeps rising, burning, consuming me whole. I can't see a thing, and I'm letting out short yells, mixed with moans, but I don't think that's even me.

We come together this time, him thrusting into me one final time, deeper and harder, filling me completely.

He pulls out suddenly and lets out a yell, loud and wild, and I can't help but giggle. His face is inches from mine when I finally open my eyes.

"That was totally worth the wait," he says. "Wanna go again?"

The fire in his eyes and voice is contagious. He looks like a kid with a new toy, and I'm it. That should make me mad, instead I just run my fingers down his cheek and nod.

He falls back onto the pillows, pulling the condom off and tossing it on the floor.

"Alright, give me a minute," he says covering his face with his arm.

I whip up, smacking him on the chest a little harder than I planned to. "What do you mean, give you a minute?"

He lifts his arm and grins at me. "Wow, you're scaring me a little now. What happened to deep conversations and taking it real slow?"

I have no idea. All I know is that I want him inside me again, and again after that.

So I don't answer, just get the condoms off the edge of the bed where he left them and rip open a new one. He's still hard, and the condom slides on easily, my hands seemingly knowing what to do on their own.

He rises and flips me over onto my back before I even know what's happening. Then he's inside me again, and all I can do is writhe under the hard onslaught of his thrusts, his weight pinning me down, his cock even larger that it was before. But I want it all, exactly like this, his thrusts uncompromising, unyielding, his glowing green eyes boring into me like he means to own me forever.

All that I am is concentrated on his thrusting cock, and all I'm waiting for, wishing for, is the release. I'm yelling, begging for it, I think, but I can't understand my own words.

And then, just as I'm about to come again, he pulls out. My disappointed whimper is lost as he flips me over onto my stomach. He pulls me up by my hips, thrusting into me in one fast, jarring, motion, right past the barrier, hitting that spot full on now, making my hands ball into fists, my toes curl, causing spasms of pleasure to run all through my body.

He's thrusting long and hard, fast, frenzied, using my body like I'm a cheap whore, and I love it. I don't ever want it to stop. But I'm already coming again, my pussy clenching tight over him, as he keeps thrusting, holding onto my hips so I can't move off his cock. But I want to, because it's too much, too deep, and I have no control over my body, the pleasure so intense it sears. I know I'm screaming, but I don't even hear it.

Then his cock is gone, and I feel so empty, so lonely I could cry. The whole room is a dark, blurry mess.

He lies back, and pulls me after him so I'm draped across his chest.

"Damn, that was even better than the first time," he sighs.

I feel so used and so perfect at the same time, it's overwhelming. I can't speak, and I can't move, so I just concentrate on his hand sliding up and down my back, getting lost in his breaths as they slowly return to normal.