Lynn

I'm cleaning out the goat stall when a pair of strong, stone like arms grabs me from behind. I scream out, fear turning my vision black despite the mid morning sun in my eyes. But a second later, as Scar twirls me around and kisses me so deeply and so magically, all that darkness is gone, replaced by the feeling of standing under the rainbow, bathed in its light.

My heart is still racing once he stops kissing me and just holds me in his arms. His eyes are enveloping me like soft wild grass, just like the one that rustled when we made love on the ridge a couple of nights ago, with the fire raging in the distance, but no match for the one we sparked to life.

"I didn't expect you until this evening," I chide breathlessly.

He grins. "Yeah, and you won't see me again until then. I need a shower and fresh clothes. But I couldn't wait that long to kiss you."

He's not wrong about needing a shower, but I don't know if I can wait until the evening.

"I thought you weren't coming back to me," I say quietly, although that fear is about as insubstantial as a breeze right now and just as fleeting.

"You did?" he asks and chuckles. "I'm not sure there's a force that could keep me from coming back to you."

His voice sounds so light as he says it and his eyes are so bright, like two green pools glowing in the light of the sun, their calm waters washing over me like a healing nectar. The beasts are nowhere near the pools right now. There's no doubt in my mind that what he's saying is the absolute truth.

I lean against him and he wastes no time kissing me again, which is exactly what I wanted and needed. And I know I’ll wait for him for as long as it takes just so I could see him again, kiss him again, feel his arms around me one more time.

And I know it still, much later, while I wave him goodbye as he drives off, the rumbling earthquake the sound of his bike is causing making everything inside me shake and topple, then fall back into its right place, its perfect place.

I'll see him again in a couple of hours and that’s a long wait. But I'll be waiting.

* * *

"What, take out again?" I ask as he stops the bike by a small roadside burger place that has no tables or chairs that I can see, and isn't exactly in a spot I'd choose for a sit down dinner, given that it’s sandwiched between the highway and a dirt lined country road.

"Yeah, and tonight I thought we could eat it naked," he says and winks at me. Then he grins and offers me his arm like the perfect gentleman. I take it gladly, since I've only not been holding on to him for like two minutes but I already miss it.

"This place makes the best burgers," he adds as we get in the back of the long line, which could've told me that on its own. There's a woman with small children in front of us, a couple of men and women in business suits, even an old man with a cane, and a couple of bikers.

"I guess this place is famous," I say. "I never heard of it before. But then again, I never went out much before I ran into you again."

He smiles and just looks at me for a few seconds with a very soft expression in his eyes that I can't quite read. But I don't have to read it for it to make me feel so wanted and appreciated that something melts into wide flowing rivers of joy in my chest. He kisses me just as I'm about to ask him why he's looking at me like that. But I think I already know. And I feel the same about him. But it'd be nice to hear it spoken.

The rest of the wait for the food is like a good, pleasant dream, one where things don't happen linearly, but all lead to the same place. A place where all is good and all is right.

In our case, the dream leads us to the bed in a small house at the end of a dark street. He wasn't kidding about the getting naked first part. The bags of food are forgotten where he let them fall by the door, as he took off first his jacket then his shirt, then unbuttoned my dress and kissed and licked and bit me from my neck down to my thighs as he removed the rest. My skin is sparkling from his attention, my soul glowing bright.

He picks me up suddenly, and I feel lighter than air as he carries me to the bed.

"The food will get cold," I moan as he lays me down on the cool sheets.

I missed this bed, I suddenly realize, during the days he was gone from me. I missed our bed. The bed I was reborn in.

He grins at me. "Yeah, but we're gonna start with an appetizer."

I smile too, but it's wiped clean off my face as his lips and his tongue and even his teeth get to work on my clit, replaced by something that can't be attractive, I'm sure. But I don't care about any of that as the fiery bliss only he can coax from deep inside me starts to mount and mount, until I can't draw a full breath anymore, let alone worry about anything else but riding this fiery river of pleasure he's filling me with.

My moans and my shrieks, my hands in his hair, my nails digging into the muscles of his back and his stone strong arms all urge him on, his licks growing faster, more ferocious, wilder, creating pure heaven inside me.

He pushes two fingers into my pussy with no warning, making me yelp in joy or surprise, pleasure or pain, I don't know which. All of them at once! He pumps his fingers in and out, his tongue still wild on my clit, not slowing at all. And that's all it takes for my whole being to unravel around his fingers, like the skin of an orange peeling off all at once, revealing a soft, tender center that's exploding with joy and bliss and all the things I feel when we kiss, only times a hundred, a thousand, a million.

He's kneeling between my wide spread legs when I open my eyes, my vision still blurry.

"You ready?" he asks, running his hand down the side of my face and his thumb across my lips, before letting his palm come to rest right over the heartbeat in my neck.

There's something very dark and dangerous in his eyes right now, but it's wrapped in that softness I saw there before—that love—so I nod, don't dream of doing anything else. Because his eyes also hold a promise that I'll feel all that bliss from before times a billion in a second.

His eyes still locked on mine, he lines up his cock with my pussy, making me sigh as its head brushes against my still throbbing clit. His eyes grow even darker as he thrusts his cock into me, drawing out a scream from beyond my conscious awareness, my body talking now, and my soul, but my mind too, because no part of me doesn't want him inside me right now.

He picks up the pace, his hand closed around my throat, but not too tightly, just tight enough to let me know I'm his, that he's my man. That he'll protect me and care for me and love me, make me feel so good I forget myself, but that he'll also take me the way he wants to, the way he needs me to be his.

After a few more thrusts, even that awareness fades, and all I feel is his cock opening me up, joining us together, hitting my walls and my barriers, breaking them down, going deeper and deeper until he's so deep he's truly a part of me like he was meant to be.

I'm shrieking and moaning with every thrust now, my hands on his hips urging him on, my mind losing it's last hold on my awareness, as my body fills to the brink with the fiery, sparkling expectation of the explosion to come. My blood is glowing, my breaths are fire releasing. He glows too, towering over me, holding me down to keep me from writing away from this almost unbearable wildfire of pleasure he's causing inside me.

But I see his face perfectly clearly, see his eyes, see the love and devotion in them. It's that calm softness in them that pushes me over the edge, makes me scream out his name, as wave after wave of molten pleasure wash over me, before receding into memory, leaving behind sparkling pools and lakes on my soul that I'll remember forever, and which I'll always want to revisit again and again for as long as I live.