What to do with a Naked Leprechaun

by Tianna Xander

  Never before had anyone made love to her with such fierce determination. No one had given so much of himself, so freely. And no one had ever made her feel so well and truly fucked. She squeezed her legs tighter, desperate to keep his body as close to hers as possible. Frantic to keep him inside her for as long as possible.

  Her pussy clenched around his invading cock, squeezing him, desperate to milk his shaft of its sperm. She didn’t care that she no longer took birth control. In fact, she hoped he gave her his child, someone to love, a piece of him to remember once he regained his memory and left her to her solitude.

  “Harder, Liam. I need you harder, deeper.” She clutched her fingers in his hair, needing to get as close to him as possible.

  He started to withdraw, slowly pulling out of her until only the head of his member remained inside her. “Anything for you, sweetheart. I’d give you anything you asked for, if it were in my power.” He grunted, rolling his hips before ramming into her on one long stroke.

  Sweat and water dripped between their bodies. Pants, moans and screams echoed throughout the heated chamber. His thrusts grew more urgent. Cammie felt every vein and ridge on his shaft as it plowed into her tight sheathe.

  Still buried deep in her tight channel, he carried her to the edge of the pool and stepped from the water.

  She couldn’t help but marvel at the strength it took for him to carry her while his hands still urged her hips up and down over his hard cock. She felt her orgasm growing, building as he leaned her back against the wall and drove into her with fierce determination.

  “You are mine,” he growled as he drove into her. “Say it, Cammie. Say you are mine.”

  Cammie nodded her head frantically. “Yes—yes, Liam, I’m yours. Please fuck me harder. Make me cum. Please.” She sobbed as tears of joy and frustration rolled down her cheeks.

  Using the wall of the cave for support and leverage, Liam continued to drive into her with abandon until she screamed another release. Then he growled. It was a deep primal sound that came from deep within his chest as he buried himself deep inside her one last time.

  He groaned. His shaft pulsed and jerked as he came inside her. Hot jets of semen washed the inside of her clasping channel. He held himself deep within her as he bathed her womb with his release. Soon, his muscles unclenched and he stood in front of her, his chest heaving, sweat and water beading on his smooth chest. His head was lowered, his gaze fixed somewhere between them.

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her and carried her back to the pool where they could wash the evidence of their lovemaking from their sensitized flesh. The warm water swirled around them as he lowered them both into the pool and she shook her head.

  “No, you didn’t hurt me. If anything, I feel better than I ever have before in my life.”

  Warm water swirled and bubbled around them as they stood within each other’s embrace. She leaned forward and licked a droplet from his skin and he shuddered. His arms tightened around her then he let her go, allowing her to float freely in the water.

  “How long before the helicopter arrives and we get help?”

  She sighed. “Nine days. I have enough food here. It’s not great food, but we’ll survive. I need to warn them. I don’t want them flying in here and getting shot.” She looked past him to the pile of supplies in the corner. “I have a radio here, but I’ll need to get it out in the open so I can use it.” She bit her lip, thinking. “After dark should be the best time for that. They will want to stay together and won’t be wandering around as much.” Cammie checked her watch, glad that it was waterproof, since she’d forgotten to take it off in her rush to be warm. “So we have about six hours to kill.”

  “I can think of something to pass the time,” Liam said, pressing his groin against her, smiling.

  Cammie grinned. “Me too, baby.”

  * * * *

  Liam held her to him. She was a treasure. One he was lucky to have found. What had he done to deserve to find this wonderful woman? Or to be more accurate, to have her find him? He pulled her close, wrapping his arms tighter around her. He loved the way her smooth, silky skin glided against his flesh. The way her breath hitched when his hands skimmed her nipples and the way she half-closed her eyes when they became slumberous with need.

  He kissed her then, slowly, reverently. As if she were the very air he breathed. Perhaps she was. He certainly would be dead if not for her. She canted her head to the side and sighed when he moved his lips over her hammering pulse. He inhaled, doing his best to remember every detail of her from the taste of her skin to the natural perfumes of her body.

  He may not remember his past, or the people close to him, but he couldn’t believe, no wouldn’t believe, that another woman waited for him to come home to her. He tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer to his chest.

  Cammie was his. He’d do whatever he needed to keep her safe and a part of his life. And the first thing they needed to do was call for reinforcements. He’d see to the rest of it once they were away from this mountain and safe.

  “You’ve gone all stiff, and I don’t mean that in a good way.”

  She turned her head, and he was sure she could see straight into his soul. What did she see when she looked at him? Someone important to her, or a warm body, someone to fill her lonely hours with until someone better came along? He hoped she saw a lover, a helpmeet and a friend.

  He wasn’t sure his heart could handle her rejection, if and when it came. He pressed his lips to hers, putting every ounce of caring he felt into that one meeting of their lips. Perhaps he could show her exactly what she meant to him. She closed her eyes and groaned when his mouth covered hers. He couldn’t keep himself from watching her. He loved her reaction when his hands moved up to caress the sensitive tips of her breasts.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her pussy against his hard shaft. Once again, he carried her from the warm waters of the pool. He laid her gently on the rock ledge next to the pool, wishing they had a more comfortable place to make love.

  He lay down beside her. This time there would be no rushed entry, no hurry to reach their climax. This time he would love her slowly, worship her as she deserved. Again, he touched his lips to hers, gently sipping from her lips. His right hand traveled slowly over her plump breasts, teasing her already hard nipples. She arched her back, pressing the hard nubs into his hand.

  He gently nipped her lips, begging entrance to her mouth. Thrusting his tongue between her luscious lips, he tasted the honeyed depths and groaned. How he knew what to do, was a mystery to him. Yet, his damaged mind told him exactly how to love this woman, how to worship her perfect body. If, in the future, she should decide that he was not the one, it would not be because he hadn’t known how to pleasure her.

  Liam moved his hand lower, his fingers delving deep into her wet slit. He reveled in the knowledge that he could to this to her—that he could make her so wet for him. He dipped a finger deep into her tight sheath, stretching her. Pressing up toward her stomach, he massaged her slick channel. She raised her knees, her head thrashing on the rock as she reached down, grabbed his hand and screamed out her release.

  She pushed his hand away and sat up. “I want to touch you.”

  His cock jumped at her words and his skin prickled, eager to feel her hands roaming over his flesh.

  He nodded and lay back on the cold stone, his hands behind his head. If she wished to explore his body, he would not be the one to stop her. In fact, he would revel in each one of her intimate caresses. He watched her intently as she bent her head to lap at his nipples. The muscles in his chest jumped and quivered as she nipped and suckled the tiny nubs. It was all he could do, to keep from grabbing her, rolling her over and sinking himself into her silky softness once again.

  His cock grew larger as her hands splayed across his chest, her fingers working his left nipple as her mouth worshipped his right. He didn’t remember anything ever feeling
this good. Surely, if another woman had caused sensations such as these, a mere fall couldn’t have wiped them from his mind. No, it was all Cammie. She was his heart, his soul . . . his life.

  Her hand moved lower, teasing the flesh of his lower abdomen. His breath came out on a rush when her fingers closed around his cock. Her slick, full lips traveled lower, moving over his already quivering stomach muscles to glide silkily over his cock.

  She caressed his tingling sac and he saw stars when her lips closed over the tip of his shaft, circling the head with her tongue. Taking him into the warmth of her mouth she hummed, and the world fell away. There was nothing left but pure sensation as her wet velvet mouth glided over his straining erection.

  He watched amazed, as her head bobbed over his lap, taking him deeper and deeper into the heated depths.

  “I can’t take much more, baby.” He said it as a warning. Soon, he would come into her. There was nowhere else he wanted to be than driving his hard cock between those full moist lips, but he wanted to love her, to worship her and he would be unable to, if he spilled his seed into her beautiful mouth.

  He pulled her head away from him and sat up. He pushed her back onto the stone. She stared up at him, confusion in her eyes.

  “Liam I—”

  “Shh . . .” he whispered against her lips. “I want to pleasure you, Cammie. Let me take you to heaven, if only for a while.”

  He moved back into the pool, pulled her closer to the edge and put her thighs over his shoulders.

  Chapter Six

  “Oh, god,” Cammie groaned, when he pressed his lips to her inner thighs. She spread her legs, her heels digging into his back when he lowered his head and drank from her dripping pussy. No one had ever done this to her before.

  “Liam!” she screamed his name when he suckled the little bud into his mouth. Never again would she be left to wonder what the most intimate of kisses felt like. Her head thrashed on the hard stone as he suckled her flesh. The erotic pull of his lips on the sensitive bud nearly drove her mad.

  She reached down and grabbed his head as he suckled her clit. She didn’t know if she could stand the pleasure, the pressure, as she felt her climax build. Her flesh burned, tingling everywhere he touched. His mouth suckled her clit and he alternately drove his tongue into the moist depths of her clasping vagina.

  She reached up to caress her own nipples as he lifted her rear, tilting her hips to feast more easily on her flesh. Her head thrashed, oblivious to the hard rock beneath her as she reached blindly for another orgasm. Her muscles tightened, clenched as she felt her climax grow closer.

  “Eat me,” she cried as his tongue danced over her flesh. “Liam I—” she laid back on the cold stone as a hard shudder wracked her body. “I’m cumming!”

  She groaned as his velvet tongue swept though her slit, sliding erotically over her pulsing nub. He cupped her rear in his hands, his strong thumbs pressing her thighs apart when she would have squeezed them tightly around his head.

  “Suck it,” she encouraged when he pulled the little nub into his mouth. “Oh God, Liam. Please!” she begged, even as her clit throbbed for release.

  Mindless now, she fisted her hands in his hair as the pressure built and the pleasure increased until she was sure it would kill her. Still his tongue stroked her clit, circled it and he sucked it gently into his mouth.

  “Yes, oh yes,” she screamed as every one of her muscles tightened. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard she was sure it would burst. Cammie heard a loud scream rent the air as her pleasure finally burst and she came. She felt the rush of fluid between her legs as her body finally reached its climax. Wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over her until she was sure she would die.

  Liam pulled himself from the water. She watched awed at his male perfection as the muscles in his chest and arms bunched and released. He lay next to her on the stone and lifted her onto his stomach.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, love.” He pulled her face to his for a heartrending kiss.

  She tasted herself on his lips and knew she could fall in love with a man who could kiss like this. Tears burned her eyes when she realized that she already had. It was ridiculous, she knew. That she could fall in love in just a day was absurd. Yet, she also knew it was probably because she had spent too much time on this mountain alone. It would never last.

  She should not treat this as anything more than the short fling it must be. So, when the chopper arrived and she was safe once again, he would leave her and she would be alone as she was so obviously meant to be.

  His cock nudged the entrance of her channel. She lowered herself slowly, reveling in each inch of his slow possession. She loved the feel of his cock slowly stretching the inner walls of her clasping vagina. Her muscles stretched, accommodating the size of his massive erection as his hand fisted in her hair and pulled her down to sip at her lips.

  She climaxed again, almost immediately as his cock stroked inside her. His hips bucked as she ground herself against him, rubbing her clit against his hard pelvic bone. He reached between them, thrusting his thumb through the soft folds of her nether lips and thrummed her clit.

  Cammie threw back her head and screamed out another climax as he bucked his hips, thrusting his cock hard and fast inside her. She felt every vein on his cock as each hard stroke filled her, stretched her. Again the heat built. Her stomach muscles clenched and cramped as the muscles of her pussy clasped his cock and she came.

  Wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over her as her orgasm bloomed and she screamed out his name. Hot thick jets of semen washed the inside of her clasping channel as his own climax erupted and he came inside her. His hands tightened on her hips as his own muscles stiffened and he growled her name beneath her. Spent, Cammie collapsed onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands splaying over her back.

  Never in her life had she ever felt more relaxed or safe, than she did right now in Liam’s arms. One strange twist of events and her compassionate nature led her to this end and she would be forever grateful.

  She smiled when his breathing slowed and became regular. A soft rumble came from his chest and she knew he slept. How he was able to sleep on the hard stone, with her lying atop him was beyond her. Still, he was a more comfortable bed than the stone and she soon found her own eyes drifting shut.

  * * * *

  “Oh, good. You’re awake,” Liam said, sounding relieved when she opened her eyes. The cavern was dim and she squinted into the corner where she could barely make out his silhouette.

  “I dimmed the lamp. The oil is low and I can’t find where you keep the supply.”

  She yawned and sat up. Muscles she never knew existed before protested movement and she smiled softly at the reminder of their love-play. The tender spots would feel better soon and she loved the reminder of his heated caresses.

  “It’s in the tunnel to the left. I spaced things out a bit, just in case someone else should find it.

  I hoped if they did, they would assume all the supplies left here would be here in the main cavern.” She donned her robe, still self-conscious of her nakedness.

  A blush heated her skin and moved up her face when he grinned at her and winked.

  “How are you feeling?”

  She sighed. Why do men always need affirmation of their sexual prowess? Why couldn’t they just take it on faith that it felt good after they brought you to orgasm five times? Not once in the several encounters that she’d had, did any of the men come to her and tell her they felt wonderful, complete or any other such nonsense they always wanted to hear from her. Still, with Liam, she didn’t seem to mind that much.

  “I feel wonderful,” she said, kissing him softly as she walked into his arms. Her stomach growled and she grinned up at him sheepish. “Okay. I feel hungry too. Let’s go get the lamp oil and the MREs I have hidden in here and have something to eat.”

  She grimaced at the thought of actually having to eat the prepared meals she’d purchased at
an Army-Navy surplus store. They were nutritional at best. She wouldn’t go so far as to say the taste was past bearable. Usually, she got something that was labeled one thing and tasted like something else altogether. And she’d learned the hard way to stay away from the hotdog meals. They were just plain nasty.

  Cammie led him over to the tunnel that held her oil and food supplies and filled another lamp before they lost the light of the first one. She was nothing, if not prepared. It was a good thing her uncle had insisted on her survival training when she’d been younger. Otherwise, she would never have been prepared for this eventuality.

  “Grab one of those boxes over there, will you?” She pointed to her right as she lit the second lamp then lowered the wick on the first one. “We’ll need a case of MREs in the main cavern. You can have the hotdog meal and the chicken chow mein. I suppose I’ll have to learn to share,” she said with a mock sigh. She stifled her grin. God she hoped he liked them. They would go through the meals awfully fast if she couldn’t convince him to eat them. And they could be here three days longer than the meal supply she had would last without rationing if she couldn’t get someone to come to their rescue.

  She had nearly a month’s supply for her, but since she figured he would easily eat twice as much as she did and she didn’t think the supply would last much longer than six or seven days.

  Within minutes, Liam returned carrying not one, but two cases of MRE’s. She shook her head then smiled at the typical male behavior. Always thinking about their stomachs, especially after a long bout of lovemaking.

  They ate their meals in companionable silence, though Cammie did notice Liam grimacing through his dinner. She had to hand it to him though, he didn’t once complain. A pang of guilt washed through her. She shouldn’t have given him both the nasty meals. It was nothing but pure selfishness, and beneath her, especially given her growing feelings for him.