Feeling nervous but sexy, Tara slid the shoulder of her dress down her arm. As the material fell away from her side she cupped her breast with a loving squeeze before releasing it. The dress slid down one half of her torso, she shrugged out of the other and stood topless before the nude man. She shivered at the feeling of exposure, but took heart in the hungry look in his eyes and the fact that ‘Mr. Happy’ was now solidly out and heading north.
And she wasn’t even half naked yet.
She held her breasts up and licked her lips. Then, in a move very unlike her but inspired by the longing on Nick’s face, she brought them up, dipped her head down, and captured a nipple in her mouth.
She’d rarely done such a thing before, and never with an audience. The sensations were only so-so, but the effect of the lewd show on both of them was electric.
Heart full of pride, her eyes on the naked man, Tara began sucking her nipples with loving abandon. Her self-suckling ended abruptly as Nick’s organ went completely rigid in seconds. She let her boobs out of her mouth.
“But you don’t get to do anything about it…nee-ner nee-ner.” She shook her torso and waggled the full healthy boobs at him, giggling just a little at her own raunchiness.
Then, with another trill of nerves and excited naughtiness, Tara bent down, pressed the dress off, her panties along with it. Everything piled on the ground and she stood as nude as him.
“You. Are. Perfect,” he whispered, making her blush.
“No, I could stand to lose a few pounds in the…”
“The whole is greater than the sum of its parts,” he said distractedly.
“Nick…” Whatever protest she was going to make, whatever demons of self-doubt were coming to the surface, were exorcised as Nick leapt forward, gathered her in his arms. Overpowering her and pulling her to him-- his cock, hard and hot and ready, pressed against her belly-- he bent forward and ravished her with a powerful kiss that robbed her of her breath.
The embrace lasted too long. By the time it was done Tara was aflame, her clit hard and aching. She finally pushed away, the need so painful she felt she might cry if they didn’t break their embrace.
“You can’t,” she huffed. “I understand that, so don’t…let’s not…”
The fire in his eyes shut her up.
“I can’t. Not for another day or two. But you, Tara Miles, can.”
She stared at him without comprehension at first. When it came, she covered her mouth and shook her head violently.
“I…I don’t do that…”
“You also didn’t make fire until two days ago.”
“I…Nick, I can’t. Especially with you watching.”
The fire in his eyes dimmed a little, but not the one in his cock, which, Tara realized with a start, she was staring at.
“Be reasonable, Tara. How good are you if you're all inflame with need?” He nodded at the neatly trimmed triangle between her legs. She almost passed out with shame when she became aware that her clit, hard and begging for action, was actually peeking out from her labia and Nick could see it.
“We need you focused and calm. I need you focused and calm. Do you think you are focused and calm if you are squirming about with a clit so hard it hurts?”
“Nick! No wonder you were living out in the woods. You’re like a savage. You say whatever you think, and you think, you think that…talking about things like that is okay.”
There was only an edge of rage to Tara’s voice and Nick kept silent as neither one of them chose to comment on the fact that her hand had begun drifting down between her legs. The feral man’s breath caught in his lungs as Tara slowly parted her nether lips with one hand and, with shameful expertise, used the same hand to press the lips back and gather the straining orgasm button between her middle and ring fingers.
Tara screwed down her resolve and, standing naked in the woods with the man she loved watching, began frigging herself.
At first shame and nerves made the sensations meaningless. Then she parted her legs to give her savagely hungry-faced lover a better look at her moist cleft. Seeing the effect it had on him, and reveling in the control she had over a man that was almost a force of nature, she upped the ante and used her other hand to push one of her breasts back into her mouth, sucking on it as she kept her eyes on him.
The combination of sensations, both physical and emotional, lit up her nerves. In seconds her bud went from so-hard-she-couldn't-feel anything to screaming-down-the-path-to-a-shattering-orgasm.
Then Nick was upon her again. He scooped her up in his arms like she weighed nothing and began walking back to their camp.
Engulfed in his strength, with his hard cock rhythmically pressing into her back as he walked, Tara lost the grip of everything she thought she was and began diddling herself with complete abandon.
Nick was forced to stop walking as the woman in his arms orgasmed violently. Only his extraordinary strength and control kept them both from tumbling to the ground as she thrashed and struggled through her self-induced release, her only restraint being to bite her lip instead of letting out a tearing scream that would have shaken the entire swampy forest.
Once she was was done, with Tara a nearly limp sack of bones in his embrace, Nick started forward again.
With only a slight grunt and infinite care Nick lay her back down on the mat they had placed next to the fire.
“That one was for you,” he said gently as he lowered himself to sit cross-legged at her feet. “The next one is for me.”
Tara managed to peer down at him from between her bent, slightly-parted knees. She was about to tell him that he had to be kidding, but there had been too many firsts in the five days that she had known him to say that with confidence.
Instead, she just looked at him, wishing again that what must be a classically handsome face was not nearly obliterated by his busy beard and wild hair. Then she realized that if he cut them he would no longer be the Nick she knew; the man she was, for better or worse, wrapped up in-- body, mind and soul.
As the thought ended she realized Nick had been right after all. Her body was ready to give him the show he so desperately wanted. The very thought of treating him to an intimate, private, somewhat shameful moment, aroused Tara even more. When she reached down to touch herself she was not surprised to find she was already dripping wet, again.
“Come watch me, Nick,” she said. Then the naughtiness in her built up and burst like a tsunami through her dams of self-reserve. “Come watch me play with myself. I want you to watch while I make myself cum.”
She parted her knees whorishly wide, reached down and dipped two fingers deep into her wet channel to gather up her sex juices.
Then Tara began the somewhat longer process of gently stroking her willing cum bud until it once again signaled, with electric screams, that she would have another apex moment.
Panting, she stopped herself; then opened her eyes to look down at Nick's hang-dog disappointed face.
“Give me your hand,” she said trying not to chuckle.
With uncharacteristic hesitation Nick leaned in closer and did as told. She took his index and middle finger into her mouth and started sucking. Nick groaned. Deep-throating his digits, Tara smiled. Once she was sure they were warm and wet she released them.
“Up inside me, luv,” she said, proud and shocked that she did not cringe at all as she spoke. Anything was allowed in the heat of sex. “Deep in. To the front you will find a soft squishy pad. Find it, just put your fingers on it. Just keep it company.”
Good soldier that he was, Nick followed orders without question.
Tara shivered and laid back when the spot was found.
“Don’t do anything…just be there with me.” She began frigging herself again, occasionally opening her eyes and feeling the fires in her body heighten as she saw the nude, painfully hard man hovering over her, helping to bring her another climax.
Then she was cumming. Deep whorish grunts pulled from her body as she madl
y frigged her clit, the slight, extra stimulation of Nick's finger on her G-Spot adding powerful new sensations to the orgasm. Tara’s world rocked and exploded as she slammed her head into the forest floor, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her body.
Nick left his hand inside her until she had stopped moving. Tara lay lost in orgasm-induced bliss for long minutes. Eventually, she found the strength to slowly, gently, take hold of his hand and pull it out. She let out a regretful, satisfied sigh. She tugged on his arm to bring him to lay down beside her.
She lay, a limp mass of well-pleasured flesh, as the late morning moved to afternoon, the weak sun moving through the trees to warm her body. Nick disappeared at some point as she drifted off and when she finally came too, he was nowhere to be seen.
A sharp fear sliced through her. The last time Nick had disappeared suddenly and mysteriously it had portended bad things.
She sat up and looked around just as he shut the car door.
“Okay, seriously now. Go jump in the river and clean yourself off,” he said, “We have to get going.”
She stared at him for a moment without comprehension. Then, slowly but without rancor, complied.
“Once we get on the road you’d best tell me everything you can think of about Cirq. Also, it might be a good idea if I stayed with you a day or two after you get back. I want to make sure there aren’t any visitors.”
Tara nodded as she wandered off towards the cold, clear, slow moving river.
CHAPTER 28
Tara could barely contain her elation when they whizzed over the Ohio state line.
She was finally back in her home state. Pretty soon she would be driving, or riding, through the town she grew up in with a man who, in the course of less than week, had seemed to have become a part of her.
She tried not to think about normal things, like taking Nick to meet her parents, or what he would think of her apartment, or what her friends would think of him. She forced herself to focus on the situation at hand--on the dangers.
”We’ll go back to my place first; get a proper shower. Nick, do you think we could just wait on everything until tomorrow? You could probably use more rest and I’d love to just chill and spend a night in my own bed. I’ll just call Greta again and let her know I’m okay. Maybe we can arrange to meet her somewhere safe.”
“Again?”
She’d barely heard her own words, but when Nick echoed them back, they had an ominous weight.
“Y-yes. I called her from the road, outside that diner a few hours before we got into Lawrence. I had to let her know I was alright. I don’t’ think we've been out of contact that long since we were both grounded in high school.”
He drove on in stony silence. She was left feeling uncomfortable at first, but as the minutes wore on she found herself too bored and tired to take any of it very seriously.
All the same her heart leapt out of her chest when, after hours of pasture land and cornfields, she saw the clock tower of her home town peeking out above the winter-dead fields. Weird as it was, the view of Athens always reminded her of the Emerald City from the “Wizard of Oz”.
“So, we can go back to my place first?” She re-broached the subject with no clue what was going on in the ex-merc’s mind.
“Yeah, go ahead, call your friend, let her know you are okay and that we’re headed back to your place.”
Nick hit the turn signal and began to pull into a truck stop at the edge of town.
“I don’t have to do it now. I can call her when I get back home. God, I am so looking forward to sleeping in my own bed again.”
Nick ignored her and pulled the car right up to a bank of pay phones outside the store.
“Make the call.”
CHAPTER 29
“Wait! That’s the exit to my place!” Tara said, just short of frantic.
“We’re not going to your place; at least not right away. We’re going to go to your studio. You said Greta is always there and lives just up the block.”
“Yes. But…but Nick I’m really tired and it’s getting dark out.”
He looked over at her and she realized even with three days to recuperate he was still suffering mightily from Lily’s attack. She shut up.
They pulled up in front of the studio a few minutes later and Nick sat in the car, letting it idle.
“Take a look at it, Tara. Take you time. Tell me if anything looks off.”
Tara, mystified by his actions, did as she was told.
“It’s dark,” she said flatly.
“Is that normal?”
She was quiet for a long time, trying to quell a rising dread.
“No. Not that dark. We usually leave the copier on because it takes so long to spool up, and then, often as not, we have some things on timer.” She turned to look at him. “It’s too dark.”
Nick quirked his cheek in a flashing frown. “Can you get in without your keys?”
“It’s a keypad lock. We have a lot of money tied up in there so we have pretty tight security.” She was quiet again as the implications of what Nick was asking her sank in.
“Things are bad?” she finally asked.
Nick nodded. He sat back in the seat and closed his eyes. For a moment Tara thought he had fallen asleep.
“Will she be at home?” he asked, eyes still closed.
“Yes, yes she should be.”
“Are there phones near her place?”
“Yes.”
“Show me where.”
Minutes later they were idling in front of Greta’s little second-story studio apartment. It was half past ten. The streets of the small town were deserted.
“Call her, ask her if she’s at home. Give me a thumbs up if she says yes. Then cover your ear.”
“Nick..?”
“I don’t want to worry you any more than I have to. Just do it and I’ll explain. Tell her we are another hour out, but are going to stop by the studio first.”
Taking deep breaths to try to replenish her failing strength, Tara got out and went to the pay phone on the corner and made the call.
She knew something was wrong even in the silence between Greta answering the phone and actually speaking.
“Hey, Gret, how ya doing?”
There was a long pause. When she spoke, her friend’s voice was thick, like she had a cold.
“Good, I mean, okay. You in town?”
“Gonna be there soon, about another hour. Are you at home?”
“Y-yeah. Just hanging out.”
Tara gave Nick a thumbs up and covered her ear.
“We’re going to stop by the studio first before we go to my place.” To her own ears Tara’s voice sounded numb and hollow. “I-it’s going to be good to sleep in my own bed tonight. So much has happened.”
“Great.” Greta’s voice sounded far away. “So you’re an hour away and you’re going to stop by the studio first, then head home? Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Before Tara could respond Nick laid on the horn. It was almost deafening. She looked around, worried it was a signal that there was danger, but the street remained deserted. She glanced up at the window to Greta’s apartment. It stayed dark. Nick let off the horn.
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