by Frankie Love
He laughs. “She the one with the blue dress?”
I nod. “Yeah, but even if I was your Betty, I’d want to be something else, more.”
“What’s that?” He growls in my ear.
"I could be your lover, your partner, your pussy."
He grunts at that. "You like to be touched?" he asks me.
I lick my lips. "I've never been touched by a man."
"You're a virgin?" he asks.
I nod. "There were times I almost… but…" I shake my head. "The guys I went out with, they weren't good guys. And I always knew it right before things went too far to stop, knowing they would most certainly break my heart."
"You saved yourself for me?" he says.
"I suppose I did," I tell him. "Is that a bad thing?" I ask. "I know some guys say they never want to sleep with a virgin."
"That has nothing to do with it," Stone tells me. "Where you've been before, who you might've been with," he shakes his head, "what matters is now. But yeah, I like the idea that your pussy has never been touched by someone else. I want to be your first. I want to show you what it's like to be taken by a real man."
My body warms at his words, the heat that comes with them. "I don't know if it's quite fair that I'm naked and you're not," I say as his eyes run over me, taking in my breasts, my waist, the curve of my ass. I feel him drink me in. I want him to do more than drink. I want him to eat until his heart is content.
He unties the cloth around his waist, setting it aside. Standing in front of me, he takes my hand and leads it to his thick shaft. "You're so big," I moan as I begin to stroke him, taking his lead. He begins to massage my breasts, plucking my nipples, his mouth on my neck, sending shivers of pleasure and excitement over me. "Is this okay?" I ask him.
"I like how innocent you are when it comes to this," he says. "Usually you're pretty damn confident."
I smile. "I like the idea of you teaching me," I admit. "Sometimes it's hard, always having to be in control, always having to make sure things are going to work out."
"I got you now," he tells me.
We swim in the water through the waterfall, and Stone points out a lush bank of grasses up ahead. "Let's go over there," he says. "It might be a bit more comfortable."
I laugh, thinking he's probably right. If this is going to be my first time having sex, I think being comfortable is a priority. We step out of the water. I'm in awe once again of where we are, what we are, at the dawn of time.
"Come here," he says. "Let's dry off in the sun." He picks me up, carrying me to the grassy area, and then sets me down on my feet.
We began to kiss once more, our mouths meeting, his tongue finding mine. He runs his palm between my thighs and begins to touch me, his fingers teasing my folds open. I moan at his touch, taking his cock in my hand and stroking him.
“That feels so good," I tell him as he lowers me to the ground. Soon I'm on my back and he's spreading my knees open, kneeling before me, covering me with kisses until every part of my body feels like it's on fire in the most delicious way.
"Spread those legs, baby," he says. "Let me see your pretty cunt."
I bite my bottom lip, loving the way the word sounds coming from his mouth. I let my knees drop open as he lowers his mouth. "Fuck," he says. "Look at your little virgin hole. You needed me, didn't you?" he asks. He says he wants to lick me, so I let him, eager to have his mouth against me. "Your pussy's so tight," he growls, his tongue running over my slit. "I bet you had a hard time getting yourself off, didn't you?"
"Why do you say that?" I ask, gasping as he blows warm air against me.
"Because," he says, "you never met me before. I bet you had a hard time fantasizing about your perfect man when you’d never laid eyes on him."
I laugh. "Stop it," I say.
"You want me to stop?" he asks, moving his mouth away from my pussy.
"No, no. Don't stop that. Keep going. I just meant..."
Stone smiles. "I know what you meant. I'm just teasing. But I mean it. Your pussy, it's fucking perfect."
I bite my bottom lip as he begins to lick me again, up and down. So nice. So good. My thighs shake as he opens me up. He adds a finger, then another. "I got to get you nice and open," he says. "Otherwise, there's no way in hell I'm going to fit." His fingering stirs something deeper inside me at my very core, and I moan out instinctually at the way he touches me.
It's something deep and real, better than I ever imagined. He begins to finger me hard, making me so wet, so juicy. He lowers his mouth and his beard tickles my thighs as he sucks me, his tongue twirling around my clit as he gets me off.
"Fuck, you're coming hard, baby."
I gasp as he adds a third finger, and then I explode against his hand, squirting against him as I come, the orgasm rolling from my toes to the top of my head. I arch my back, grinding against his hand as he finger-fucks me in a way I never knew I needed.
"Damn," he tells me, "you're so beautiful."
I draw him toward me, needing my whole body wrapped around his, my legs and arms, my mouth on his mouth.
I kiss him, tasting myself. "I need more than a finger-fuck," I whimper. “I need your cock, Stone. I need your cock inside of me now."
9
Stone
Her pussy is perfection. That's no exaggeration. She tastes like honey, as far as I can remember. She's wet and juicy and I don't want to stop touching her. My cock, though, has other ideas. I push her hair aside, growling in her ear. "I want you, Sky. I want to make you come against me. I want to fill you up and make you mine." I look into her eyes. She smiles.
"I think I'm already yours," she tells me. Her legs are wrapped around me and I cradle her in my arms. She looks like a goddess, like Eve, the first fucking woman, and she's mine. I'm hers, and I don't want to let her go. Not now. Not ever.
In the distance there are wild roars, howling, animals all around us. And I know it's dangerous out here. But right now, nestled in this little green cocoon, surrounded by water and sky, I feel invincible.
"You okay?" I ask her. She nods as I begin to enter her, filling her up the way she needs. "I don't have a condom," I tell her, stating the obvious.
"I don't care," she says. "Right now, all I care about is you and me. And whatever comes next, we'll get through it."
"How can you be so sure?" I ask her.
She smiles. "You were the one with the pep talk. Did they teach you how to deliver a baby in Special Ops?"
I chuckle, then groan. The deeper I get in her tight little cunt, the harder a time my cock has of holding on. I want to take this nice and slow, make my girl come in good time before I unleash my load. "I had some training. I was a paramedic."
"See?" she says. "We're set. Is that how you stitched yourself back up after you got in those fights with those wild animals?" she asks, running her hand along the scar on my bicep.
I nod. "Yeah. It came in handy, didn't it?"
"Maybe it'll come in handy again," she says, wrapping her legs around me. Closing her eyes and moaning, her tits bouncing as she lets me take her deeper and deeper, as she lets me take her all the places she needs to go.
"Oh, Stone," she moans. "That feels so good. So right."
"Fuck," I tell her. "I know it's the first time we're making love, but I already know it's not going to take long to knock you up."
Her eyes open. She slaps me playfully in the arm. "Don't talk crazy now."
"Why not?" I ask her. "We can have a little cave family, little toddlers running around in their animal print diapers. Sounds pretty cute, huh?"
She laughs, covering her face with her hands. "Oh my god. You can't make me laugh so much when I'm getting off so hard."
I play with her tits, massaging her nipples as I grind against her the way she needs. The hair on her pussy is soft. She smells so good. Tastes so good. Feels so good. "You have no idea how hot I am for you." I just want to fuck her all day, all night.
She lifts her eyebrows as she drops her hands
over her head. "Oh, I have an idea of how hot you are," she says. "I can feel how hard you are for me." She bites her bottom lip. "Oh god. I'm so close."
I thrust deeper inside of her. She lets out another moan. This one is animalistic and it's so fucking hot. All the primal urges within me are unleashed at the sound of her voice, and I come hard in her sweet, tight hole, getting off in a way I've been dreaming about for a long ass time, in a way I've been dreaming about since I became a man.
I've always wanted a woman, a real woman, a woman like her. And now, fuck, she's mine. We move together as if we've done this before, but it's her first time. And I will be her forever.
God, she feels so good. I pull her toward me into my lap, drawing her nice and close, rolling onto my back, needing her against my chest. I need to feel her heartbeat against mine.
"I'm never letting you go," I tell her. She rolls over, her leg wrapping around me. Her hand on my chest, we look up into the sky. Polly is flying overhead. I point her out. "Damn. That bird is jealous of you."
Skylar laughs. "That's cute," she says. "We need a dog though. Isn't that what all cave families have?"
I laugh, wondering how in the hell this became my life. "There's got to be some little pup around here who needs a family." She smiles, looking up at me. I kiss her forehead. "Fuck. You're cute."
She laughs again, her shoulders shaking. Both of us are in disbelief. This is our life now. "You're not going to try to run away?" I ask her. "Go searching in that cave?"
"No," she says. "You're right. What if we ended up somewhere else altogether? Alone, separated, in a more dangerous place than this?"
"It would be hell,” I admit, “losing you."
"So we'll stay, and I'll stop talking about leaving."
"You ready to make a commitment like that after just twenty-one days?”
Sky rolls over, propping herself on her elbows in the grass. "It feels like it's been longer than three weeks, doesn't it?"
"Yeah,” I tell her. “It does. But time becomes irrelevant out here pretty fast."
"I can imagine," she says with a twinkle in her eye. "Because the next thing you know, we're going to be popping out babies and you're going to have to work your nine-to-five, making sure you got enough food for your little family."
"Wow," I say, feigning surprise. "You're already planning out our whole life, huh?"
"Too much too soon?" she asks.
"No. I just want to know everything there is to know about you. And the fact that you're already planning a little life for us, it makes me happier than you could ever know. I didn't have a family. Not like the one you're describing. So the idea of making one with you," I twirl my finger around a lock of her wavy hair, "I feel like the luckiest caveman in the whole world."
"Do you think you're the only caveman in the world?" Both of us look over toward the markings behind the waterfall, knowing that the stone wall holds a game of tic-tac-toe.
"I don't know if we're alone," I tell her. "Maybe one day we'll find someone else out here. For now though, it's just us, you and me, in our little prehistoric paradise."
Epilogue 1
Stone
Nine months later…
In those first few weeks of getting to know Skylar, I knew she was something special. But the past nine months have shown me another side of her. Every side of her. And damn, there's not a day that goes by that I don't thank my lucky stars that the universe decided to spin and drop her in my lap.
Because hell, this woman? She's something else. And thank god she's something else. A regular woman couldn't cut it out here. I need someone strong, with eyes full of determination, with muscle memory that says she's got this.
And Skylar, hell, she's the toughest girl I've ever seen. The only woman I want to be with. And now, she's about to become the mother of my child.
I knew after our day at the waterfall that she would be my wife. I couldn’t exactly get her to a church but I still wanted to make a vow. So we went back to the falls a month later, with W.M. at our side and Polly flying overhead, and I made a promise to love her with all that I am, for all the days of my life.
When she said those words back to me, I damn near melted. I may be a strong ass caveman, but my woman makes me weak in the knees.
Now, I shake my head, reveling in the happy memories, looking at the ceiling of the cave overhead.
Yeah, we're still sleeping in a cave. It seems the best protection for us. This way, I'm able to use the stone barrier at the entrance so that no wild animal can come in here if I'm out hunting. It's my greatest worry. It's what keeps me up at night. It's what's keeping me up right now, even though it's the crack of dawn. The idea of something happening to Skylar when I'm out doing the dirty work, hunting while she is taking care of our baby that will be here any damn day.
So yeah, it's not some fancy ass treetop house with a decked-out nursery. That's what I wish I could give her. But it wouldn't be safe. So we've foregone luxury and chosen safety, because that's how we weigh the costs, the risks, and the rewards out here. Not always getting what we want, but mostly getting what we need. And what I need is her and our baby to be safe.
She's nestled against me in the crook of my arm. And I run my hand over her round ass. Fuck, she looks good knocked up. That's one thing I might miss after she gives birth, how cute and curvy she's gotten as the months have gone on. I think we did make a baby that first time we fucked, which, if I'm being perfectly honest, is sort of hot.
At least this baby was made out of love, out of longing, out of the desire for a life that is better than the ones we had before. Those lives, they were lonely. This one is full of risks and full of big rewards.
She moans against me. Then I smile, thinking my girl's probably having some hot ass dream. Skylar's been horny as fuck this entire pregnancy and my cock, it begins to grow at the thought of her sinking her sweet, creamy cunt down my shaft.
As if reading my mind, my wife rolls over, wrapping her arms around me. I run my hand over her big baby bump, her skin tight and stretched out. I know we have a shit ton of work ahead of us, a struggle that is real. They say it takes a village to raise a child and we don't have one.
It's her, me, and Polly. Well, and our pup, Otis. I think he's going to grow into a dire wolf, which might pose a problem, but hell, maybe he'll be our guard dog. God knows my wife needs one when I'm gone. I won't let anything happen to her.
I whistle at Otis, telling him to calm down as he begins wagging his tail, wanting to get up and get out. I don't want to go anywhere. Not yet. Not until I've had my wife.
"I'm so horny," she whimpers as she begins to climb on top of me.
"This is one of my favorite times of the day," I tell her.
"Yeah?" she says sleepily. She winds her hair in her hand, letting it fall down her back. She arches her back and I draw her tits close, sucking on one and then the other. They're so full and round with pregnancy.
This is her favorite way to fuck now that she's with child. And I love it. She looks like a goddess straddling me. My cock, too, is happy. She sinks down low against me, moaning as she gets filled up with my length.
"That good, baby?” I ask her, squeezing her ass.
She nods sleepily. "It feels so good," she says. "I was having the best dream."
"Yeah? What was it like? Were you back in the real world?"
She shakes her head. "No, that's not what I dream about. Not anymore. I was imagining you and me back at that waterfall," she says as she begins to grind her hips in a nice circle, swiveling against me in a way that makes me ready, eager.
"What were we doing at the waterfall?" I ask her.
She smiles down at me. "You were eating me out, and making me come so hard. I was so wet," she whimpers. "Wet like I am right now.”
“I love it when your pussy drips,” I tell her.
“Remember how shy I was back then?"
"I wouldn't say shy. Innocent, sure."
She laughs. "Yeah, that's prob
ably right. I guess I've never been exactly shy, have I?"
I shake my head. "No, baby. You laid it all out there."
"Are you nervous?" she asks.
"That I'm going to come too fast? Yeah, a little bit."
She laughs again. "No," she says. "Stone, are you nervous about being a dad?"
I shake my head. "No. I want to be a good father."
She slows her movements, lacing her fingers with mine. We try to kiss, but it's tricky. That baby is ready to pop. "I love you," she says. "I know I say it all the time, but..."
"I know, baby," I tell her. "I love you too."
She exhales then, coming against me hard, and I fill her up with the seed that's begging to be released. She whimpers in pleasure as she gets off, and I thrust up deep inside her, hitting her where she needs me to be.
"Oh god," she begins to moan. "I think..." She exhales. Her shoulders begin to shake. "Stone, can your water break when you're having an orgasm?"
I chuckle. "Baby, I was trained as a paramedic. I don't know anything about pregnancy orgasms."
She smiles. "Oh my god. I shouldn't have learned how to make smoothies. I should have been going to pre-med."
"Nah," I tell her, "we've got this. We're good." She rolls off of me and she's right, my thighs are soaked. So is our bed. "It's okay," tell her.
"Did I ruin it?"
"No, honey, you didn't ruin anything. You sit here. I'm going to get the fire going stronger and I'm going to lay out the leaves we collected. It's okay. We got this." She nods, biting down on her lower lip. "Are you scared?" I ask her.
"A little," she says. "I've never had a baby before."
I laugh. "Sky, this is all brand-new territory. Hell, this is the first baby ever born here, you know that?"
"The first human baby, at least," she laughs. "This is so insane."
"Yeah," I tell her. "It kind of is. I promise you this, this delivery will go down in history."
Six hours later, Skylar gives birth to a little boy. We can't weigh him, but we can guess. He's definitely more than seven pounds. He's got a thick head of hair and she jokingly calls him a Neanderthal.
