How to be Wild

[Knightofsloth707]

"I will," he said.

He grabbed his cock by the shaft and slid it downwards until the head slipped between her wet lips, gliding across her clit and eliciting a small gasp from her.

He slid it down further, her nectar coating the engorged head of his cock. He reached her entrance, his cock slippery with her juices.

Gently, he pushed his hips forward. He felt her opening expand, the velvety skin sliding over the tip of his cock. He held there a moment, giving her time to acclimate to the sensation.

Watching her face for discomfort, he pushed forward again. Ever son slowly, sliding into her. The head of his cock slipped entirely inside, her walls closing tightly around his shaft. Daniel let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure.

God, she feels incredible.

He stopped, savoring the warm embrace of her around his manhood.

 

[WretchRoad]

She breathed through it, willing her inner muscles to relax and let him in.

She was tight, nervous, and the initial stretch of him only promised more. Discomfort gave way to an unusual fullness as his hips pressed completely against hers, and she shifted, getting used to the sensation.

It was him, she told herself, he was everywhere inside and out, surrounding her in every way. That thought comforted her as she pressed her head into the crook of his neck, her breath hot against his pulse.

She was amazed how she could feel his heart thrumming inside her, too.

Slowly, Ash lifted her knees higher to cage his hips, to angle herself until the strangeness of his presence inside her gave way to a soft stimulation.

Ash very slightly, experimentally, rocked her hips into him.

 

[Knightofsloth707]

He groaned as she rocked her hips gently against him. Inch by inch, her slid into the wonderful heat of her core.

Finally, he reached the hilt, all of him within her now. He let out a ragged breath of pleasure, a slight tremor running through his body. He stroked the back of her head as she moaned quietly into his shoulder.

They stayed that way for a moment, luxuriating in the new sensation of their intertwined bodies. He turned her head and kissed her, longing for one more place that his body could be connected to her.

As they kissed, he began a slow rolling motion with his hips, sliding gently back and then into her again, a little more each time. A wave of pleasure washed over him, her walls squeezing tightly around him as he thrust gently in and out.

"Oh, God..." He murmured.

 

[WretchRoad]

Her fingertips dug into his shoulders as he began to move, dragging against her inner walls in a way that made her moan into his lips.

It wasn't what she expected. It was everything she wanted right then, in that moment. Just to be close as close could be with the man she was falling for.

She slid her hands down his back to hold his hips, fascinated with the way he moved.

When he murmured into her ear, she whispered back "You feel so good," and matching his tempo, lifted her hips to meet his languid thrusts.

 

[Knightofsloth707]

He smiled as her hips moved with his, their bodies moving to a soundless beat.

"You're incredible," he said.

It wasn't enough to even approach how he felt, but how could he even begin to express what she meant to him in that moment? That she was like a missing part of himself that he was finally reunited with. That being with her felt like coming home, at last.

His thrusts gained momentum, sliding further out and back in, their hips pushing off of each other in an easy rhythm. His breathing had grown heavier, every breath laden with a soft groan of pleasure.

 

[WretchRoad]

Her world narrowed down to the place where their bodies joined. She stared between them, captivated by that point of connection, the slick friction building into an urgent need.

She lifted her legs, hooking them over his back, seeking more pleasure, to take him where she needed him most. Ash let out a soft cry when he pressed against her most sensitive spot, and began to move with more insistence, her nails leaving faint crescents in his back.

Pressure coiled tight and hot inside her, every movement of his hips making her toes curl against his thighs.

 

[Knightofsloth707]

Her legs hooked behind his back, pulling him into her, egging him on. His thrusts became faster, the mixing with their moans.

He was lost in his lust now, letting his desire for her take over. His need to explore every part of her, to bring her to ecstasy.

He sat up, bringing his torso vertical while his hips continued to thrust into hers. He ran his gaze down her body. Her eyes were closed in concentration. Her breasts, flushed and dewy with their shared sweat. Down below, he watched his glistening manhood disappear into her and slide back out in a steady motion.

He ran his hand through her pubic hair, down to her nub, swollen with excitement. His thumb once again returned to its teasing circles, around and around, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

 

[WretchRoad]

The fullness she felt inside combined with that precise, relentless pressure outside finally snapped her last thread.

Her muscles went taught as her inner walls spun tight around him, and she bucked against him, spine arching off the bed while uttering a raw, unguarded cry.

She'd brought herself to completion before, but those times had been alone and silent. It was nothing like the feeling he gave her, like a damn breaking, it consumed her. It pulled from somewhere deeper than she could reach and washed over her in waves.

 

[Knightofsloth707]

Daniel watched Ash's body go tense, her muscles contracting around him in rolling waves, pushing him closer to his own climax.

He grabbed her by her legs, pulling her into him with each thrust. Her cries of passion spurred him on to go harder, faster, his abdomen taut with the effort. By now his skin was dewy with sweat, the room filled with the warmth of their body heat and the sounds of their hips slapping against each other.

His thrusts grew faster still, desperate, his breath coming in short shallow bursts.

He called out her name, every muscle becoming more tense as he approached his peak. "Ash, I'm close..."

 

[WretchRoad]

The aftershocks rippled through her and her sensitivity skyrocketed, tender to his touch. Even the grip of his hands made her shudder, but his voice called her back and her eyes popped open.

Both hands reached for his, gripping his wrists. "I want to feel you," she gasped. "All of you."

 

[Knightofsloth707]

Daniel let her pull him in, his hands running along her stomach and then massaging her breasts.

On top of her again, he began to thrust fast and furiously, the climax building inside him until finally bursting like a dam. He sent himself deep inside her and felt his manhood expand and contract, every nerve ending singing in pleasure.

Daniel cried out, bringing his head to rest next to her shoulder while the last echoes of his orgasm died out.

After a moment, he turned his head to look into her eyes, his sweaty hair hanging in his face. He let out a brief laugh, his mind still reeling from the whole experience.

 

[WretchRoad]

She was quiet for a spell, her features not showing regret, but a kind of bewilderment.

Her hair was a disaster, her body covered in their sweat, and her thighs slick with their mixed juices. She could still feel him inside her, a sensation that pulsed with every shift of her hips, and leaked out of her when she tensed.

The ceiling held her gaze for a moment before she turned to face him, her hands moving over his back, slowly, so she could remember all the bumps and divots of his topography.

Her right hand slid up to his shoulder, tracing the outline of his scar. She didn't mean anything by it, it was merely a dreamlike fascination with his body — the only thing she wanted to explore in the bliss following her climax.

 

[Knightofsloth707]

Daniel wanted to lie there forever. Every part of her body felt perfect, intertwined with his. Like they were two puzzle pieces made for one another.

He felt her fingers lazily trace the scars on his shoulder. If she asked, he would lie, and tell her it was a gator bite. She'd never believe the truth, that the scar was from his father's teeth, all those years ago, right before mama put him down for good.

Daniel slid next to her, admiring her body once more.

"You're beautiful," he said, smiling.

He ran his hands over the octopus on her thigh.

"Tell me about this one."

 

[WretchRoad]

His question was enough to draw her attention away from the scar. Perhaps it wasn't something he was ready to talk about, yet.

No longer joined, she pulled into his side where her head rested against his shoulder, inhaling the deep, warm scent of him and their sex.

As his touch roamed her body, she looked down toward the sprawling tentacles twisting down her leg. "I did that when I was twenty one, after I left the farm — because an octopus can get out of anything," she murmured into his skin. "People try to keep them locked up, but they keep escaping."

 

[Knightofsloth707]

For a little while they lay there in each other's embrace, gently exploring each other's bodies with their fingertips and conversing softly.

Soon, they comfortably drifted to sleep, her head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her. Outside the window, the sun drifted eastwards across the sky.

They awoke shortly before the sun had sunk beneath the trees. Ash tried to get up, but Daniel pulled her back into bed, rolling around with her while they laughed and savored the warmth of their bodies against each other for just a moment more.

Finally they sighed and rolled out of bed, padding to the shower to rinse off.

Daniel watched, entranced, as Ash rubbed soap on herself and then turned to him, her lithe body covered in suds. He couldn't resist himself, kissing her against the shower wall and running his hands over her breasts until finally she slapped him playfully and sent him on his way.

Daniel dried off, dressed, and headed downstairs while Ash finished her shower.

 

[WretchRoad]

After he left her to rinse off, she couldn’t help but smile to herself, thinking of his arms when they wrapped around her, the sound of his breath when he slept, and the phantom sensation that remained within her.

That notion loomed just under the surface of her thoughts. She’d read a health placard in a clinic once about the odds of getting pregnant, apparently as high the first time as any other. So consumed with him, wanting to wring out every bit of sensation he had to offer, she had been impulsive.

They could deal with that tomorrow, she told herself. The truck was running. She was pretty sure there was still time for plan B. Until then, she didn’t want to spoil the mood.

Wrapped in a towel, she stepped back into his bedroom. The first time she walked into that room, she was reluctant to touch or disturb anything, as though she was walking into a museum. Now, their clothes had been whipped across the floor, the sheets muddled and twisted. There wasn’t a straight line in that room that hadn’t been sent askew.

Ash plucked up her shirt — still damp, and tossed it aside. Instead, she went through the drawers until she found a t-shirt, plain white and big enough to be a dress on her. She pulled it on, then dragged on her panties underneath. It smelled like him, a scent she'd begun to crave like oxygen.

Half-dressed, she skipped down the steps, went directly to the kitchen and started pulling open cupboards. “Did I ever tell you about my secret skill?” she called out to Daniel, “I can make a chocolate cake in five minutes flat.”

 

[Knightofsloth707]

Daniel heard Ash calling out from the kitchen. He went to join her, only to find Roland had beaten him by a country mile.

He was following her happily, his tail flicking stiffly back and forth like the arm of an old watch.

Daniel paused in the doorway, watching her move gracefully about the kitchen, her shadow keeping pace - making she was never out of petting range.

"Five minutes flat, huh?" He said. "We'll see about that."

Partly, he just wanted to see her hustle about while wearing his shirt. The white cloth flowed around her like a loose dress, her breasts bouncing visibly beneath the surface as she worked.

Daniel's heart began beating a little harder when she reached on her tip toes to reach something off one of the shelves, his shirt riding up to reveal the bottoms of her pale cheeks.

He whistled. "Didn't realize I was getting dinner and a show."

 

[WretchRoad]

Ash stared back at him, confused, before craning her neck around. "Oh, is my ass hanging out?" she mocked, then laughed as she flitted about the kitchen. She paused only to pet Roland, leaving a dusting of flour on his ears. Otherwise, she bounced from one side of the counter to the other, grabbing ingredients and cracking eggs into a bowl before whisking it all together.

"After this we're going to have to go traipsing through the woods again to find our clothes," she muttered, shaking her head. She was well aware her nipples were poking small peaks in the shirt.

Everything mixed in, she quickly spooned the batter into two mugs and set them in the microwave for two minutes.

"See? Five minutes flat." She sauntered toward him as the microwave buzzed, sliding her hands up and over his shoulders.

 

[Knightofsloth707]

"Mmmhmm," he said, his entire attention focused on the tantilizing sight of his shirt swishing against her legs as she approached.

Her hands clasped behind his neck as he pulled her into his lap. Daniel nuzzled into the bend of her neck, kissing his way up to her ear then nibbling gently on the lobe. He was about to slide his hands up from her waist to her breasts when he felt something cold on his hand.

Looking down, he saw Roland, nudging him with his cold nose.

"Didn't mean to leave you out, old boy."

Daniel smiled and pulled Roland in next to them, ruffling his hand through Roland's fur.

 

[WretchRoad]

Ash quietly watched him pet the old lab, her head resting on his shoulder. For the first time in years, she felt like she belonged somewhere.

The last time she felt like this, it was on that remote Colorado mountainside, boiling water for coffee over a woodstove as goats brayed for their breakfast. But that had only been a temporary haven.

A calm washed over her as she considered the fact that Daniel hadn't sent her away, had made no mention of it, and now it was nightfall. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to believe she'd found a home.

The microwave beeped and she scurried out of his lap. The latch clicked and she returned with two mugs on a tray, spoons sticking out of the puffy chocolate cake just spilling over the edges.

"Dinner is served," she chimed, sliding the tray between them as she took a seat.

 

[Knightofsloth707]

Daniel looked up, watching Ash hold the spoon up to her mouth to blow on the steaming chocolate.

At that moment, he knew he loved her. Not that his love was born in the simple domestic act of sitting together at a table eating together - it had existed before that - but it was in this moment that it became inescapable to him, revealed in the joy he felt just by being in her presence. He loved her. There was no other word for it.

The way her brown eyes sparkled when they met his. The undefinable scent of her skin. The way her hair moved when she walked. All of it fed the same beating drum in his chest, the thrumming energy in his blood that pulled him towards her like a magnet.

Deep down he knew what was coming. What tomorrow would mean. But he could push it back. One more night, with her. The woman he loved.

He ate his cake, smiling into the cup as he thought about her. When they'd finished he stood and silently extended his hand to her, his eyes carrying his love into hers.