Under the rocky overhang, 50 meters from snoring friends. Fire crackles low. Nadège and I huddle in sleeping bags. Night air bites, but our skin burns. Heart pounds like a war drum. She’s close. Too close. Eyes gleam in firelight.
‘What are you thinking, Xav?’ Her voice husky. Wine lingers on breath.
The Fever
‘20,000 years ago. I’d drag you here by hair.’ Pulse races. Cock twitches.
‘Tell me. What would you do?’ Hand slips into pants. She touches herself. Bold. Insane.
I spill it. ‘Strip you bare. Kiss every inch. Knead small tits. Suck nipples hard. Bite. Pinch.’ She moans. Fingers work faster.
‘Lower. Pull panties off. Stroke belly, thighs. Tease bush, lips.’ Her breath hitches. Eyes half-shut. Hand frantic on clit.
‘You finger yourself like this often?’ Shock. Arousal surges. Cock strains.
‘Only with you.’ Pants drop. Her pussy swells, coral lips glisten. I unzip. Grip shaft. Stroke slow. Eyes locked.
‘For me?’ She whispers.
‘Yes.’ Hoarse. She knows about the panties. My cum in her silk.
Closer. Legs tangle. Fire warms us. ‘Bury face in your thighs. Sniff your rutting scent. Lick outer lips. Inner. Suck clit. Tongue fuck pussy, ass.’ She bucks. Fingers plunge deep.
The Blaze
Hand out. Shiny with juice. Smears my lips. I suck greedy. Nectar. Pure honey. More. I devour fingers. Stroke faster.
‘Your mouth. Now.’ She pulls me down.
Thighs clamp head. Pussy on tongue. I lap savage. Fingers in cunt, ass. She grinds. Trembles. Orgasms crash. Juices flood.
Sits on face. Ass on nose. Pisses hot stream over me. Golden. Forbidden. She drops. Swallows cock whole. Fingers probe my ass. I explode. Cum jets. She gulps every drop. Kisses deep. Mix saliva, piss, seed.
‘Fuck me.’ Raw need.
No condom. Lift her. Impale deep. Thrust brutal. She milks me. Cums hard. I flood her womb. Still hard. Miracle.
She sucks limp cock alive. Tongue swirls. Mounts reverse. Fingers my ass. Eases onto it. Tight ring grips. Milks shaft inside. Rides wild. Bounces. Screams orgasm. I roar. Pump ass full. Collapse tangled.
The calm crashes in. Skin slick, hearts sync slow. Lips brush neck, hair. Soft caresses. Licks. Sucks. Hours melt. Ocean of tenderness.
Dawn hints. We part slick, spent. Six months more. Insatiable nights. She unlocked depths. Until I found her… with Nicole.
Now? 1997 echoes. Nadège in Brittany. Nicole with my old mate. Life shifted. But that bivouac fire? Eternal blaze.