break away and start running, I shout over my shoulder, “You’ll have to catch me first.”
I start to run in the direction of the trees and laugh as I hear him gaining on me behind. I know I’ll never out run him, but it’s a game I’m keen to play. Maybe I push myself a little too hard because the sweat drenches my vest and my breathing is hard as I gasp for oxygen. Then the air is knocked out of my lungs as he scoops me back and pushes me to the forest floor. A bed of leaves provide the only comfort as he pushes my vest over my breasts and leans down and sucks each one roughly and without care. I arch into him and run my hands over his dripping body and groan as he rips my shorts down in one swift move. His soon follow and as my legs wrap around his waist, he thrusts inside and I gasp as I feel the full force of the man himself with no barrier between us.
“But…”
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll pull out. I just want to feel you with nothing between us.”
Feeling Maverick’s cock inside me, excites me way too much and I moan his name as he rocks inside me, thrusting so hard the leaves and twigs tear at my skin. I start panting as we mate like wild animals, not caring who else is around and, as he holds my arms above my head, I love the whole primal sexiness of this dirty encounter. He growls in my ear, “Come for me, baby, show me you’re mine.”
I need no further invitation because I scream his name as I clench his cock and squeeze it hard and as he pulls out just in time, I love feeling the hot, sweet sticky jets of his own orgasm shoot all over my breasts and chest.
The fact it’s still half dark makes it even more dangerous and as the sweat coats our bodies, I pant and gasp for air. Grabbing a handful of leaves, Maverick wipes the sticky mess from my chest and pulls my top down over my engorged breasts. Then he pulls up my shorts and kisses me lightly on the lips, saying huskily, “Now you’d better run faster than that if you don’t want to see what happens next.”
He stands up and pulls me with him and then smacks me hard on my ass and says roughly, “I’ll give you a head start.”
Giggling, I head off at a pace and don’t even care this is against every single one of my feminist principles. He could tie me to a tree and whip me with a branch and I couldn’t be happier to let him. You see, Maverick can do no wrong in my eyes because he has made me the center of his world right now and for someone who has never had that, it’s a powerful force.
An hour later and I am bruised, sore and swollen and all of its good. Despite the extreme sex run, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Maverick used the time to help me with some other kind of moves and for a while there, we were playing the game of assailant and victim. He showed me ways to defend myself should anyone try to take me again and as I learned a few tricks; I began to feel a little braver.
As I head inside to shower and change before meeting him back at his place for breakfast, I can’t quite believe my luck that he has come into my life.
On my way out to meet him, I bump into the girl who greeted him so warmly yesterday morning and she smiles sweetly as I pass, before saying, “How are things, honey?”
I return the smile and nod. “Things are good thanks.”
“You seem a little brighter, are things calming down a little?”
“Yes, thank you. I feel a little happier because yesterday I went into town for the first time and learned a few self defense moves.”
She looks interested. “That sounds good, who helped you?”
I feel a little anxious and just say shyly, “Maverick.”
“Oh.”
Immediately her face falls and I wonder if I’ve missed something here. Remembering the way she flew into his arms, tells me there’s something more going on and I feel bad.
She smiles but I can tell her mind is elsewhere and I say softly, “I’m sorry, is Maverick your guy?”
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head vigorously. “God,