Michelle’s milky white skin shone in the firelight. Her voluptuous ass smacked against my meaty thighs as I pulled her back, driving my dick deeper into her soft center. Her pussy felt even tighter than before.
I didn’t know how long I could last at this rate. And the soft moans she was making were adding to the already amplified feeling my body was experiencing. I started fucking her hard, then harder, letting all my frustrations get pounded out with each thrust of my hips.
I could feel her throwing her ass back at me, grinding her wet pussy on my dick, making me harder than ever. It was so slippery, I had to put my hands down on my cock to make sure it was still in place.
My dick rolled around in her pussy and the unimaginable sensation would not let up for a second. It was ecstasy, fucking Michelle. I could almost smell and taste her pussy juice on the tip of my tongue. I imagined how good it would feel with my tongue wildly exploring her dripping clit, sending her into a frenzy.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she shouted, shaking her head from side to side as if she were trying to fight the inevitable.
When she came, I felt her pussy walls tighten, then loosen, and tighten once again at unbelievable speed. I could feel gushy white cum coating my now iron cock, making me glide in and out of her convulsing and pulsating pussy.
I lost control and could feel my cum beginning to rise up the length of my dick to the head of my cock, waiting for an explosive finally. I was glad I was wearing a condom because I came so hard I swear I could have burst the rubber.
She cried out, clawing at the ground in an effort to grip onto something. The combination of both of our shouts intertwined and reverberated from the walls and echoing around us, sounding like a beautiful symphony of raw passionate sex and lovemaking.
Michelle rolled over and stared up at the ceiling.
"That was amazing," she said, smiling and trying to catch her breath.
I agreed. Wholeheartedly.
"You know, this could become a habit that I could get used to," I admitted.
She laughed and propped herself up on her elbow.
"Yeah, me too," she said. “I was just thinking that.”
She became quiet and a worried look enveloped her face. She turned to the back of the cave, her back facing towards me.
I was overwhelmed with a desire to find out what she was thinking. I wanted to know what was in her heart. The thought scared me a bit. I knew that I cared for her deeply and it made my heart skip a beat.
What if it doesn't work out? I thought. What if I get hurt?
I knew that my feelings for her were extremely potent.
I was in too deep. Or was I?
I hadn’t fallen for a girl since my high school sweetheart had left me for the class clown. Talk about fucking embarrassing. I thought we had been in love, but I was just a kid and hadn’t known any better.
I was hurt and decided that I didn’t know what love was and that it probably didn’t exist. If it did, then I didn’t want any part of it because I clearly couldn’t tell what was true love and what was “just pretend.”
I had told myself that I would never allow myself to fall that hard for another woman. And up until now, I'd kept that promise. It wasn’t hard to do, since being reclusive fit my temperament just fine. Sure, I’d been a player in the past, whenever I had the opportunity—although since moving to the mountains, that was very rare— but I never let my heart get attached.
Now, it was really getting attached. I was old enough to know that this was serious, and that I still didn’t want to get too fucking hurt.
On the other hand, maybe it was finally meant to be. I hadn’t ever met a girl to think seriously about since I was a foolish teenager, and now I had met one that made my heart pay as much attention to her as my cock. And Michelle certainly made my cock pay so much attention to her that I didn’t think it could ever feel the same way about any woman ever again.
I began to realize that my heart had accidentally fallen captive for her, just as I had accidentally kept her captive in this cage. But I decided not to give it too much thought. I knew that it was time for our little getaway to finally come to an end. I would have to let her know just how much I wanted her in my life, but first we would have to get back to civilization and let everyone know we were okay.
As if reading my mind, Michelle said, "Well, since the storm has finally passed and we’ve had our ‘quickie’— although I wouldn’t exactly characterize it as that— we should probably start heading back."
We gathered our things and prepared for the short hike back to the truck. I began to feel a bit depressed. Michelle walked in front of me as we got ready to leave the cave. Before walking out the door, she turned around to face me.
"I'm almost afraid that once we leave here it will be like none of this ever happened. Like it was just a dream."
Her eyes were like two worried, deep blue pools full of sadness. I was too afraid to tell her I felt the same way. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her and smiled.
"If it is a dream, it's one of the best ones I've ever had."
She looked up at me, searching my eyes to see if I was telling the truth. When she was finally satisfied that I was being sincere, she sighed deeply, giving me one last squeeze, and turning to walk out of our love-nest. At that moment, I knew I had to find a way to keep her in my life.
I wasn't sure how the plan would work, but I was going to do everything humanly possible to make it happen.