by Stella Night
“This is amazing,” I sighed. “Who did these?”
He shook his head. “I’m not sure, but I like to think the drawings were made by my ancestors.”
“Really? Why do you think that?”
“My family can trace its history as far back as records have been kept about those kinds of things. As far back as the Native American tribes, back before this was America, we were here. Back before this land even had a real name, we were here.”
“That’s crazy. I barely know my family’s history past my grandparents. I can’t imagine having that kind of connection to your past.”
He nodded. “Yes, I’m connected to this place. My roots run deep. I can feel that connection in my soul.”
Noah seemed to be struggling with something. His face looked conflicted. It was like he was looking into the past and he was troubled by what he saw there. It was strange to me. My past was shallow as a stream. I could only wade into the last hundred years or so. His past was deep like the ocean it seemed.
The man was full of surprises. Just when I thought I’d gotten a handle on who he was, he revealed another layer to me. It would have been easy to dismiss him as just a cocky, good looking guy, but he was so much more than that.
I wanted to know everything about him. To dig down deep into his soul and know the true Noah. It might take years and years, but that was just fine by me. I felt like I could spend the rest of my life getting to know him.
But just then, at that moment, I wanted to get to know him in a different way. A more intimate way. I turned to face him fully, closing the gap between us. He looked down at me.
“Rachel, there’s something I need to say.” His voice was low and deep.
“I think I know what it is.”
“I don’t think you do,” he said.
I placed a finger to his lips, silencing them. “Enough talking.”
The thin light cast his face partly in shadow, but his eyes seemed to burn as he looked at me in the darkness. I could see the hunger in them, and I could feel his desire like a living thing, pulsing in the space between us.
An intense heat was building between my legs. My body was filled to bursting with need. I wanted to make him feel like he was making me feel. To inflame his desire until he was overcome with the madness of it. Until we were swept up in it like a tidal wave.
He gently moved my hand from his lips, then opened his mouth to speak. I stood on my tip toes and silenced him with a kiss.
He kissed me back.
His lips were soft and gentle but insistent. I put my hand on his firm chest and felt his heart racing. It matched the beating of my own heart.
He put his phone away, casting us in darkness. We couldn’t see each other anymore. The only way to perceive each other was with our other senses. I could smell the manly scent of him and hear his ragged breathing. I could feel his touch.
His fingers caressed my cheek then slid down my neck and down my spine, sending tingling warmth through me and making me dizzy with excitement.
Noah wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my body against his. I could feel his hard length pressing into me. A groan escaped my lips at the feeling of it. I shifted my hips into him, wanting to feel more.
He kissed me deeper, so deep he took my breath away. He scraped his teeth gently along my lower lip, sending ripples of pleasure through my entire body. His fingertips trailed up my side and lightly grazed the side of my breast.
My breathing was ragged and fast. The sound of it filled the hollow cave. Standing there in the darkness, it felt like nothing else in the world existed but Noah and me. There were no worries about bad relationships or psycho exes. I didn’t care about writer’s block or deadlines. All I cared about was the two of us wrapped in each other’s arms, tasting each other’s lips, and falling deeply under each other’s spell.
Noah broke away. “You are amazing,” he breathed.
The desire was thick in his voice. It was a thrill to know that I could have this effect on him. It was intoxicating, and it spurred me on.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I said.
He was more than happy to oblige. His lips found mine and his hands explored my body with an expert touch. Desire pulsed in me with every beat of my heart. I needed him more than I’d ever needed any other man before. It was a physical ache that was impossible to resist. Maybe this was moving too fast. Maybe I was being reckless. It didn’t matter.
I needed this. I needed him.
He found my breasts, massaging them sensually with his strong, confident hands. His thumbs swirled around my nipples, toying with them and teasing them. I moaned loudly, unable to restrain myself.
“Oh my god, Noah. That feels good.”
He trailed kisses down my neck and my chest. His hands slid my sun dress down my shoulders, baring my breasts to his expert hands.
I gave his erection a light stroke. He grunted and took my hard nipple in his mouth. His tongue danced over my breast, sucking and thrilling me.
Long, low moans escaped my throat as he pleasured my breasts. I couldn’t hold it back. It just felt too good.
It felt even better when he slid his hand up my dress and caressed my sensitive thigh. His touch lit a fire inside me, kindling my passion into a raging inferno, threatening to swallow me in its flames.
My legs widened with a mind of their own, desperate for his touch. He ran a thick finger over my slit through my panties. I gushed at the feeling. He continued to stroke me, trailing up my pussy and swirling lightly around my clit before repeating the maddening process.
My hips squirmed against his hand. I never thought I could get so worked up, but this man was proving me wrong. I tugged at his shirt, yanking the buttons off and tearing it open.
“You’re something else, Rachel. I don’t know what brought us together. Whether it was fate or just dumb luck, but I feel like I’m the luckiest man in the world right now.”
“I feel the same way,” I said. “Now take off my panties.”
I don’t know where my confidence was coming from. Maybe Noah just turned me on like never before. Maybe I just felt safe with him. Or maybe being with him was making me strong like he thought I was. Whatever the case, my tone seemed to impress him and he did as I commanded.
He knelt in front of me. Then he ran his hands up my thighs until they disappeared under my dress. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties and he slid them down my hips.
His head plunged beneath my dress. He brushed his lips over my thighs, kissing me and licking me and working me up into a frenzy.
I pushed my hips forward, begging him for more. He took my cue and lapped at me greedily. His tongue slid between my lips, and I threw back my head and moaned. The sound echoed in the darkness.
He licked and sucked at my sensitive mound, trailing his tongue up my slit until it found my swollen clit. His tongue swirled around my hard bud, stroking it with just the right amount of pressure to get my hips squirming and my pulse racing. He slid a finger into my pussy as his tongue tortured my clit, driving me wild.
His stroking finger worked inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my aching body. I could already feel the orgasm building inside me. I was panting and moaning as he pleasured me with his skilled mouth until finally I couldn’t hold back any longer.
A wave of pleasure crashed over me, washing me away in its current. My whole body tightened up and trembled with the force of my release.
My body collapsed back against the cave wall, breathless and quivering.
When I came down and I could think again, I pulled him up so I could kiss him. I tasted my pleasure on his lips, and it made me even more turned on than before. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
I dropped to my knees in front of him and ran my hands over the length of him.
He was hard and ready. I undid his belt and his jeans. Then I pulled his boxers down his hips. My hands found his cock in the darkness. I could feel him trembling with an
ticipation, and I loved him for that. It made me feel sexy and desirable, the way every woman should feel.
My tongue darted out and I licked up and down the length of him. He groaned. The sound of his enjoyment sent a shudder of pleasure through me.
It felt good to know I could turn him on like that. I felt powerful.
“That feels amazing,” he said breathlessly.
I took his cock between my lips, swirling my tongue around the head of his shaft. It burned feverishly with the heat of his arousal. My head bobbed up and down over his cock, taking him deeper and deeper in my mouth with every stroke.
His hips pumped beneath me, guiding the tempo. I took as much of him as I could until he was nudging the back of my throat. His breathing became ragged and I had the feeling he was getting close. I stroked him harder and faster, wanting to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel.
His cock twitched in my mouth and he shot his pleasure between my lips. The musky scent of him was overwhelming, but the grunts of pleasure coming from him made it all worth it.
“Goddamn, Rachel. You’re fucking incredible.”
He pulled me to my feet and slanted a kiss across my lips. His kiss was slow and tender. I melted against him.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said, groaning at the feeling of satisfaction thrumming through my entire being. “A girl could get used to that kind of treatment.”
“Well, get used to it,” he said. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I felt his cock hardening against my thigh, and I giggled. “Already?” I asked.
“What can I say? You drive me wild.”
I reached down to stroke him. To my disappointment, he shifted away. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing. I just want to get you back to the house before we do anything else. I want to take my time and do it right.”
His words made my legs tremble with desire. “You better drive fast.”
Chapter 10
Noah
The sun was blinding when we made our way out of the cave. It was hard to believe the world was still spinning after the moment Rachel and I shared behind the waterfall. Time seemed to stop when I was with her.
I gathered up the remains of our picnic and tossed it in the back of the truck. Rachel was standing by the passenger door, smiling at me coyly, like she was begging me for more. I pulled her close to me and kissed her, long and deep.
Her lips tasted sweet like strawberries. I breathed in the scent of her. It sent shivers through me. She leaned her body into me. The way my hard cock pressed into her softness drove me crazy. I was dying to get her naked and in bed, but first I had to get her home.
I broke our kiss with a groan. Kissing her was the best thing I’d felt in a long time. I never wanted to stop.
“We gotta get you home,” I said. “Then we can finish what you started.”
I opened her door. She turned to get in and I gave her sexy ass a playful slap. She jumped and yelped.
“I’m gonna make you pay for that,” she said, smiling at me.
“You promise?” I asked.
She got in and I hopped into the driver’s seat. I was on the road and speeding in seconds.
I felt guilty for not telling Rachel about being a shifter. It was the reason I’d taken her into the cave in the first place. I figured if I showed her the cave drawings, I could segue into the story of my people.
I couldn’t be a hundred percent sure that my ancestors had painted those cave drawings, but that’s the story my grandfather told me when he first showed them to me. And his grandfather had told him that. And so on and so on as far back as my family could remember.
Our clan of shifters had lived in this area since forever. My understanding was that we started out as a Native American tribe before interbreeding with European settlers. I wondered if those settlers had been bears, too. Had my clan always had a rule against mating with humans? Or was that a more modern thing? Other clans didn’t have the same restrictions.
Those questions brought me back to Rachel. I needed to tell her my secret. The longer I waited, the harder it would be. I truly meant to tell her until she kissed me. But dammit, that kiss had been too sweet to stop her.
Besides, I liked that she made the first move. It was a hell of a turn on for me. The last thing I wanted to do was discourage that kind of behavior from her. I promised myself I would tell her soon. Maybe tonight.
I looked over at her. She was watching me with a little grin on her sexy lips. I didn’t know what she was grinning about until I saw her inching up the hem of her dress. It was torture trying to keep my eyes on the road when she kept exposing more and more skin.
My eyes shifted from the road to her pale thighs like tennis balls going back and forth. It didn’t matter that I’d just eaten her pussy like I was a death row inmate and it was my last meal. The sight of her dress riding high like that drove me nuts.
She was just a hair’s breadth away from revealing her mouthwatering pussy, and I was so turned on I thought I might explode. My cock strained painfully against my jeans, begging me for release.
She was the kind of woman you dream about. A once in a lifetime kind of woman. I’d do whatever it took to make her happy, and I could spend the rest of my life between her legs, making her come.
I glanced back over at her. The hem of her dress still lingered dangerously close to revealing that little slice of heaven between her legs. But now she was running her fingertips along the neckline of her dress. A healthy line of cleavage had me licking my lips, and I thought I would come in pants like a damn teenager.
My house never felt farther away than in that moment. I was already driving too fast down the mountain road. Any faster and things would get dangerous. Was Rachel worth putting my life at risk? I jammed my foot on the gas pedal.
Damn right, she was.
***
Rachel
The truck skidded to a halt in front of Noah’s place. The keys were barely out of the ignition when Noah circled around the vehicle, opened my door, and lifted me out of the seat in his arms. He carried me effortlessly into his house, the way a groom carries his bride.
Excitement pounded in my chest. The little show I’d put on for him on the ride back had its intended effect. Noah was bursting with passion. He kicked the front door shut behind us and whisked me away to the bedroom.
He threw me on the bed. His eyes roved over my curves eagerly. Then he quickly shed his clothing, revealing the hard lines of his chest and arms, along with his thick erection. The sight of his naked body lit a fire in my veins. I felt a desperate emptiness throb between my legs, begging to be filled.
I slid my dress from my body as he watched me. His eyes traced every line of me intently as I stripped bare.
“Being in the dark was fun,” he said. “But I like it a hell of a lot better now that I can see you.”
He wasn’t kidding, considering that his cock seemed to get even harder. A wave of satisfaction rolled through me. It felt good knowing I could make a sexy man like Noah this turned on.
A man could lie to you about a lot of things. He could tell you he loved you, he could tell you he doesn’t think you look fat in that dress, but when you make a man this hard, you knew it wasn’t a lie.
“You are fucking gorgeous,” he said.
“You like what you see?” I asked.
He licked his lips. “I fucking love what I see. I’m going to make you all mine.”
His words thrilled me. I could get used to being all his. “I’m all yours,” I said, leaning back on the bed. “Come and claim me.”
Noah wasted no time. He leaped into bed beside me. Our bodies pressed together, warm flesh on warm flesh. His cock was hot and hard against my thigh, making me ache with desire.
He leaned in and kissed me. The feeling was electric. I felt that kiss from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes.
“I can’t wait any more,” he growled. “I need you.”
He positioned himself over me and parted my legs. They opened eagerly for him. I was wet and ready after teasing him in the truck. The head of his cock brushed against my swollen lips. A wave of desire pulsed within me. I needed him more than I’d ever needed any other man before. It was a physical ache that was impossible to resist.
“Do it,” I moaned. “Make me yours.”
Noah thrust inside me. I gasped at the feeling of being filled up. My face twisted up in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He stretched me almost to the breaking point, and my pussy clenched around his thick shaft.
He slowly started pumping his hips against mine, stroking his cock inside of me. I moaned at the feeling. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, pushing his cock deeper inside me, faster.
“Noah, that feels so good,” I panted.
The feeling of him stroking my insides was intense. He was a master at coaxing pleasure from my body. First in the cave and now here.
My breasts bounced with every thrust. He leaned down and took my nipple in his mouth while he fucked me. Then he planted kisses all over my chest and neck and lips. I felt drunk with pleasure.
He pumped his hips, sliding in and out of me with a steady, maddening rhythm. I moaned as he increased his pace, plunging himself into me deeper and deeper.
He held himself up with one hand while the other slipped down to massage my clit. The combination of his cock inside me and his hand teasing my swollen bud sent waves of ecstasy washing over me.
Pleasure consumed my entire being. His cock plunged into me, pushing my arousal higher and higher inside me until I thought I might break into a million little pieces.
My back arched as he found a spot inside me that was particularly sensitive. He smothered my moans with his hungry mouth. Then his lips trailed down to my ear.
“You are mine,” he growled.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh my god, yes.”
