0 comments/ 16298 views/ 8 favorites Private Property By: Ashson I was strolling through the woods at the back of my property. I thought I might shoot a couple of rabbits or, if the rabbits decided to stay home, drop a line in the pond and see if I could snag a trout or two. As rabbits tended to congregate around the pond in the evening I felt that there was my best chance. I'd just set up and wait quietly. As I approached the pond I could hear someone humming. Whoever it was seemed happy and could actually carry a tune. Most people who hum sound like a bee - a single note that gets louder or softer instead of higher or lower. I came around the corner of the trail and there was the pond. Quite a nice sight it was too. The stream rippled along, cutting quietly through the middle of the pond. Low grass surrounded the pond on either side, kept low by grazing rabbits. Standing in the pond, up to her knees in cool water, was a lovely young thing, happily splashing and humming. The nicest things were on display. A pair of lovely breasts, tipped with a delightful pink. A smooth pale mons, just the way I like them. This delightful creature, I was sure, had yet to see her nineteenth birthday. She would make a delightful pastime to while away an hour or so, especially seeing she'd probably scared off both rabbits and trout. "Evening," I said politely. The humming and the splashing stopped, being replaced by a shocked scream and a frantic hand dance. I will give the young lady credit. She quickly realised that she was far too late to cover her charms and gave up even trying. She came splashing out of the pool, giving me killing looks. "That's right, you pervert," she snapped. "Take a good look." "I am," I assured her, "and may I say that what I see is prime. You are a very well-endowed young lady and I do appreciate it." From the look on her face she didn't seem to appreciate my compliment. "You're trespassing," she told me, getting straight to the point. "I'll thank you to leave immediately." "Trespassing?" I asked. "These woods are private property. You have no right to be here. Certainly you have no right to be hunting here." She had noticed the shotgun I was carrying. Rather a hard thing to miss, I guess. "Ah, you're right about these woods being private property," I conceded, while continuing to enjoy the sight of her. "It just so happens that it's my private property so we may have a little dispute about who is trespassing." "What? It is not. The Bramwells own these woods." "Not quite true. The Bramwells own part of these woods. You may have seen some white marker stones alongside the path about fifty yards back. That's the boundary." "You're lying," she stated, very sure of herself. "I was given specific directions to this pool and I was assured that I'd have privacy and that it was on their property." "Let me guess the last part of your directions. Follow the path until it forks and take the right hand path. It will lead you straight to the pool." I could tell from her puzzled look that I got it right. "Old man Bramwell gave the directions, didn't he? You should have turned left. Old Bramwell always gives the wrong turn. I think he does it so you don't scare the fish in his pool. He doesn't care about the fish in mine." Now she was looking embarrassed (more embarrassed) and furious. I'd have to thank old Bramwell for sending me such a charming gift. "I'm sorry," she said, although it was choking her to say it. "I'll get my clothes and leave immediately." "No hurry," I assured her. "I'm enjoying the view. Besides, trespassing? I think a little penalty is called for." I was running my eyes suggestively over her body, letting her know just what sort of penalty I had in mind. "You wouldn't dare touch me," she said, suddenly catching on to the fact that she was standing naked in front of a strange man in a lonely spot. "I wouldn't?" I asked, moving towards her. "But, You can't," she said in a half wail. "I've never. . ." "Virgin?" She nodded, still looking somewhat scared. "Well, shit. That's just not fair." It's one thing to seduce a reluctant young lady who knows the score. Something else entirely to seduce a reluctant innocent. "Um, my sister is older than me. She's not a virgin." Wasn't that wonderful. She had a sister. A sister who wasn't here. "Well, feel free to use my pool for the next six months," I groused. "After that I'll assume that you have gained some experience and there will be a penalty, and I'll have six months of anticipation to work off. What's your name?" "Jennifer." "Well, I'll be going, Jennifer," I said with a sigh. "Dangerous for both of us if I remain here. I don't suppose you want to pose for a picture?" I added, tapping the pocket that held my phone. "No, I thought not," I added, seeing the indignant look on her face. I turned and went back the way I came. Who needed rabbit or trout? I had a nice steak in the freezer. I went home and had my steak and composed a letter to my government member complaining about the sexual mores of our times. Decided not to send it and tore it up. I was still feeling restless so I decided to go for a walk. It was a fine warm night under a bright full moon. For some reason I went strolling towards the scene of my earlier disappointment. As you can imagine I was a little surprised to find Jennifer still there splashing about in the pool. "Good evening," I said, figuring that I could at least be polite. There was a startled scream and the young lady spun around, trying to look through the shadows to see who was there. Not Jennifer, I realised. I distinctly remembered that Jennifer's mons did not have a neat little runway on it. "Who's there," came the nervous query. "This is private property, you know." "I'll really have to speak to old Bramwell," I said with a sigh. "He keeps sending people to swim in my pool instead of his. Jennifer should have warned you. I take it you're her sister. She didn't tell me your name." "Ah, Vivian," she said. "No, she didn't tell me that there were two pools. It's dark. How can you possibly tell that I'm Jennifer's sister? Why couldn't I have been Jennifer or someone else entirely?" She was scrambling out of the pool as she spoke, heading towards where her clothes were. I moved over to be there when she arrived. "It's dark here under the trees," I admitted, "but if you turn around you'll see the pool is in full moonlight. You look enough like Jennifer that you had to be her sister." "It's not that light. Why couldn't I have been Jennifer?" She was standing quite close to me now, still peering around and trying to spot me. I guess I blended into the background. I took a step closer. "This is what told me you're not Jennifer," I said softly, reaching for, and giving a little tug on, her landing strip. "Jennifer doesn't have one." "How would you know that?" she demanded, sounding scandalised. "Oh my god, she was skinny dipping, wasn't she? The little tart." "Excuse me, but aren't you doing exactly the same thing?" "That's different. It's dark now. She was here in the daytime." "Not that different when you're standing out in the bright moonlight with everything on display. I have to admit that your figure is every bit as good as hers. Possibly even better." "Um, I think I'd better get dressed if I'm in the wrong place and go elsewhere. Where's the Bramwell's pool?" "Turn left at the fork in the trail instead of right," I told her, "but don't worry. I have no objection to you using my pool." "I just bet you don't," she muttered under her breath, but I heard it anyway. "No, that's OK. I'll use the correct pool in future." "Pity. Ah, if Jennifer didn't tell you about the pool then she didn't tell you about the penalty, right?" "Um, what penalty are we talking about?" "The penalty for trespass, of course." "Really? And what might that be? Don't tell me. You want a kiss." I laughed. "You're standing here naked, at night, with a handsome stranger, and expect me to want a kiss? Time to grow up a little." "What? You expect me to. . ." Her voice broke off, but she sounded quite indignant. Then she got angry. "Do you mean you made Jennifer pay a penalty? You pervert. She's just a child. How could you?" I broke in before she got too worked up. "I didn't lay a finger on her. She mentioned she was, let us say, lacking in experience. She also helpfully told me that her sister wasn't. I assume that's you." Vivian made a growling sound. She didn't sound too pleased. "Just because I'm not totally innocent doesn't mean that I'm going to let you. . ." That was all she said but the meaning came through clearly. No nookie for me. "Oh, I think you will," I said cheerfully. "What? Why?" "You're young and healthy and you're not a total innocent. Now you find yourself in a romantic situation, alone with a stranger at night, in a picturesque setting. You're naked and he's been looking at you and admiring you. Now he wants to take it a step further and seduce you. You're nervous. You're not sure what to do. Do you panic and run or do you yield, giving in to his wicked demands? You're an adult. You're not going to panic. You won't let yourself panic. You'll face the situation as an adult. If that means yielding to this importunate stranger, then you will yield." "Really. What if I just say no and ignore you?" "Say no?" I exclaimed, trying to sound horrified. "How can you possibly say no? Have you no romance in your soul? But of course you have. Besides, you'll be able to use what happens to have a shot at Jennifer for not warning you." There was enough light under the moon that I could see her face and she was dithering. She didn't really want to have sex with me but the romance of the situation was appealing to her. Time to get things moving. I put one hand on her back to stop her backing away, leaned forward, and kissed her. Just a gentle kiss, lips brushing and then becoming firmer. As soon as she tentatively returned my kiss my free hand closed over her breast. I didn't grab it and maul it. I just light cupped it, my thumb gently stroking. She gave a little gasp, probably of protest, but that was swallowed in the kiss. By the time I finished the kiss it would have looked a little petty for her to push my hand away. I kissed her again, this time on the breast I was holding, brushing my lips across it until they found her nipple, which I gently suckled. I lifted my head, gave her time to protest and, when she didn't, lowered my head to take her other breast. For a short while I moved back and forth between her breasts, stimulating them. Then I kissed her again, properly, putting a little more ardour into it. "Come," I said softly, sinking down to my knees, tugging on her arm to coax her to kneel next to me. From there it was a short step to lying down and from that point on she was mine. While kneeling I'd managed to undo and drop my trousers giving me a bit more freedom of action. I continued kissing her, mouth, neck, breasts, while I also took advantage of easy access to other areas. I bit her lightly on the breast the first time my hand closed over her mound, leaving her confused. Which action should she object to? Dithering slightly she was unable to object to either one. I kissed the little bite gently while my hand made free with her pussy. Slowly I coaxed her along. I was able to feel her heat and easing an occasional finger between her lips let me know that she was also a trifle damp and getting wetter. She was twisting her hips about a bit, not sure whether to pull away from my probing fingers or whether to push up against them. Pushing up was winning. I moved slightly so my erection was brushing against her. I wasn't too surprised when her hand came down to ease it away. Neither was I surprised to find her forgetting to let go once she'd claimed it. She was breathing harder and her fingers were now exploring, testing the equipment to see if it was up to standard. I guess it must have been. She made no protest when I eased her legs further apart and moved between her thighs. My hand was on her mound, my fingers slowly parting, moving her lips as they went. My cock eased into position, pressing against her heated inner flesh, then driving deeper. She gave a gasp and surged up against me, helping me to take her with that first eager thrust. Her hot little passage was wrapped tightly around me, letting me feel her flesh holding mine. My hands reciprocated, closing firmly over her breasts, holding them, massaging. Then I started to really take her. I pulled out, feeling her reluctance to feel me retreat, feeling her eager welcome as I swiftly returned. I started slowly, but Vivian wasn't having a bar of that. Now that she was committed she wanted it, and she wanted it now. The tempo of our coming together increased quickly, Vivian beating out the time with eager little cries. Her legs came up, wrapping around me, as she clung to me, taking me deep within her. I just relaxed (as much as you can relax in this sort of situation) and went with the flow, riding her hard and joyfully, with her responding in equal measure. We took each other, both enjoying what we were doing. Typical male, I was dominant, trying to stretch things out for as long as possible. I could tell when she was ready to climax. There is a trick to it, I admit. Listen to her breathing. When she takes a deep breath and screams, "Finish it, will you," you can be reasonably sure that things have progressed to the right point. I finished it, driving in faster, reducing the length of my strokes in favour of greater speed, not that she seemed to mind. Her legs were almost crushing me as we came together, and then they weren't as she strained against me, gasping and shuddering, before sinking down limply to the ground. I have to admit that I was sinking and limp as well, totally drained. Not that I was complaining. "You may," I said, lying there next to her, "use my pool anytime you like. I'll have no objections." "Yeah, I bet you won't," she murmured. "Isn't it a pity that we go home tomorrow." I abruptly sat up. "You're leaving tomorrow?" I sensed more than saw her head nodding. "Well, damn." What else was there to say? I wasn't going to be in any position for a return bout. "When are you likely to be back this way?" "If we're lucky we'll be back again next year. If you're lucky, you may find out about it. Feeling lucky?" I had been, but I had a sinking suspicion my luck had just run out. It's always the way. You find an attractive girl and then find out she's a hopeless innocent. You find another attractive young thing and you seem to click and she tells you she's leaving the next day. Ah, well, there's always next year and they'll be back and hopefully they'd both be seducible. Now that could be interesting. Private Property: No Trespassing She had moved to the mountain gradually. At first it was a weekend away camping in a tent on the north side of Harris Creek. The weekends turned into weeks, weeks into a month and when a month was no longer enough, she took a sabbatical from work for the summer. She never returned. She hadn't set out in life to be a recluse; the lullaby of the mountain, however, sang to her more strongly than any siren of the city. She'd begun to think it was inevitable, but held not one regret. No one knew how she made a living; it was assumed she was some kind of heiress or eccentric millionaire. She was seen in town from time to time as she stocked up on supplies. It was rumored she was intoxicatingly beautiful, but who could give credence to rumors? She was private and withdrawn, living her life on a secluded mountain of which she was extremely protective. No Trespassing and Private Property signs marked every thinkable entrance and exit to her property. And as with most eccentrics, people stayed away from what they could not understand; it afforded her the privacy after which she sought. James Brogan hadn't heard the stories about the exquisitely beautiful recluse. He didn't know about her eccentricities or her need for solitude. He'd come to the mountain for purely selfish reasons: to regain some inner balance, to leave behind the man he was becoming in an attempt to become the man he wanted to be. He had decided long ago not to play by society's rules. He hadn't gotten to be what he was today by playing nice; too many times he'd witnessed the nice guys finishing last. It was that attitude that had him ignoring the No Trespassing signs as he hiked through the forest in pursuit of something ...interesting. Elusive. He wasn't sure what; just something he hadn't yet experienced. Something to remind him he was a man at the core, something to remind him he was not just another corporate machine. He stumbled upon the spring almost by accident. He'd been lost in thoughts of the business world he'd left behind when he cleared the brush and nearly stepped in the water. He stopped and looked around him, an appreciative smile spreading across his features. The spring was like something he'd read about in a novel long ago. He could see where someone had built up a small retaining wall of stones to catch more of the water as it cascaded over a small rock ledge; it effectively created a pool deep enough to bathe in. James squatted down on his haunches, lured by the water to draw his hand through it. He was surprised by its warmth and quickly surmised it must be a natural hot spring. He glanced up at the fall of water as it trickled down over the small cliff. It was just enough of a drop that James could fit underneath it. After traipsing through the forest for the past couple of hours, the spring was too inviting to resist. But should he undress, here? Out in the open? Why not? he thought. I haven't seen anyone for hours. Besides, there was something about being naked in nature that suddenly appealed to James. It was as if by shedding his clothing he would be shedding all ties to civilization, reverting back to his instinctual self where primal needs demanded to be met. And if there was one thing James needed at this moment in time it was to feel more alive, more real, more himself than he'd been in more years than he could count. _____________________________________________ Having lived in the woods these past few years, Emma had become attuned to the forest around her. She could sense when the first frost would hit, when it would rain and when it would only threaten to rain. She knew the paths the deer followed to drink from the creek each night. She knew where the elk bedded down and she knew, without hesitation, when someone disturbed her closely-guarded privacy. She sensed it, somehow, though she'd never exactly felt threatened till now. She'd made her way silently through the forest down the path that led from her cabin to the spring, her spring. At the last minute she'd grabbed her hunting rifle -though she'd never had cause to use it before now- but somehow she felt threatened in a way she'd never felt threatened before. Who or what was disturbing her peace? She heard the tell-tale sounds of another human presence before she even reached the spring. It angered her that someone would so easily trespass when she'd clearly marked her property as private. This was one of the things that had driven her to the woods —the lack of respect in the supposedly "civilized" world. She was angry enough she wanted to step through the brush and confront whoever had stolen her privacy away when suddenly, she caught a glimpse of naked flesh poised beneath the waterfall as it tumbled over the small cliff. Dear God, she thought, as her eyes widening in awe. Before her stood a man that was more man than any other she'd ever seen. She blinked once, twice, but the apparition would not go away. It almost hurt to watch him, to behold what had to be the most perfect body she'd ever seen: He was tall, very tall. His head nearly touched the ceiling of the outcropping where the water fell; she couldn't even touch it while standing on her tip toes, yet this man nearly bumped it with his head. His hair was dark, made even darker by the water as it trickled over his head and down his face. And oh, what a face! Clean shaven, but with the slightest darkness under the skin as if he had a perpetual 5 o'clock shadow. She couldn't see what color eyes he had as his lids were closed; she did notice the impossible thickness of his dusky lashes, however. His jaw was square and strong, with a slight cleft in his chin that drew her attention as the water continued to flow over his body. His shoulders were broad and thick. He was muscled, but not overly so; more like the muscles attained from hard physical labor, not the too-sculpted muscles obtained from hours at the gym pawing free weights. There was a dark smattering of hair on his chest that caught droplets of water and made them sparkle and shine with each subtle turn of his body as he enjoyed his shower. His abdomen was flat, with hair arrowing down to his- Dear GOD! she thought. If possible, her eyes widened even more. That cannot possibly be... Oh. My. God. One after another her thoughts vied for precedence though only one reigned supreme: Huge. He was huge. Impossibly huge. Hung like the proverbial horse. The kind of huge that romance novels exonerate. The kind of huge that would easily give him a career in the porn industry. And he wasn't even erect. Emma's cheeks warmed in feminine appreciation of all that was male about this man. She wanted to reach out and trail her fingers down his thighs. She wanted to see if he felt as firm as he looked. She wanted to rub her body up against his if only to experience the differences between her very feminine body and his very masculine one. Quite frankly, Emma lusted after this man on a level more primal than any she'd felt before. Just then the man opened his eyes. Too perfect, she thought. This man is too perfect. His eyes were a deep blue, so startling a color she could easily discern it across the distance that separated them. He was an Adonis, Michelangelo's David, the most perfect male specimen she'd ever beheld. Her entire body flushed hotly as the man stepped from the water and shook his head like a wolf just stepping from a river. Her eyes drank him in like a woman dying of thirst. He was simply ...amazing. And audacious, she thought. Audacious enough to walk around stark naked on property that wasn't even his! Emma chambered a round in the rifle she carried and drew it up to her shoulder. The man's eyes narrowed the barest fraction of an inch in reaction to the unmistakable sound while his body tightened in alertness. Emma swore she could see his nostrils flare as if testing the wind for her scent. She had a fleeting thought about the hunter becoming the hunted, but shook it off as she stepped determinedly from the brush. "I'm going to be generous and give you enough time to get dressed," she paused to lick lips that suddenly felt parched, "but then I want you out of here." The man moved so fast Emma didn't have time to pull off a shot. He moved without hesitation and disarmed her with enough expertise it left her speechless. One second she was on the business end of her rifle, in the next she lay sprawled out on the ground with Mr. Perfect stretched out on top of her. The final insult was the fact he held her gun across her chest, effectively pinning her where she lay. Her eyes darkened angrily. Short, James thought as he studied his prey, I hate short women. It was something about short women in comparison to his height and size that made him feel too large, as if he needed to be extra careful or he'd end up breaking them with nothing more than a handshake. He'd avoided any woman who didn't at least reach his shoulder for as many years as he could remember. This woman definitely did not reach his shoulder; she had to be at least a foot shorter than him. But as he lay on top of her squirming body and carefully, but purposefully, forced her to stop her struggling beneath him, he could not deny that the body beneath him was definitely, most assuredly, without a doubt, female. By the time he had her arms pinned to her sides beneath his knees, he'd had a chance to become acquainted with her body in ways more carnal and tempting than he was willing to admit. James leaned back on his knees and studied the woman beneath him. Although years of working in a field where he had to keep a tight hold on his emotion had taught him the art of hiding it, he was unprepared for the stark contrast of her vivid green eyes and pale skin; his eyes opened wide in surprise before narrowing again in perusal. She had long hair, brownish red. It was braided, full of twigs and pine needles from their little skirmish, and lay on the ground near her cheek and shoulder. She wore a t-shirt with an open neck that was pulled so tightly across her chest, he could plainly see the shape and generous size of her breasts. His cock pulsed in masculine appreciation. She shifted beneath him and broke his concentration so he tightened his thighs around her to remind her he was the one in control. The movement allowed him to feel the width of her hips and how they tapered sharply to a small waist. He nearly groaned, a groan borne of that primitive side of him that recognized and appreciated her blatantly female figure on a primal, instinctual level. It was a figure lush with curves and valleys. A figure made for mating, for planting babes within her womb by thrusting himself into her over, and over, and over again. James shook his head to clear it and watched as droplets of water from his body splashed on her cheeks, breasts and lips. Completely kissable lips, he thought, as he lowered his face deliberately down to hers. He's too big! Emma thought, as she struggled beneath him. At the tightening of his huge thighs around her body, however, she held as still as she possibly could. It was far too intimate, he was destroying her equilibrium; Emma wasn't at all comfortable with the range of emotions and physical sensations coursing through her body at his nearness. He still hadn't said anything, just watched her with those feral eyes as he took stock of her body while holding her prisoner. Emma didn't have to look to know what she'd see —she'd studied him at her leisure from the bushes: She knew the thighs that encased her body were incredibly thick and muscled. She knew, too, that he was naked, knew that if she were to peek down over her chest to the "v" of his thighs she'd see his cock. Did she imagine it? Or did she just feel something bob against the side of her breast?! Dear God, she thought, suddenly feeling more small and powerless than she'd ever felt before in her life. He couldn't possibly be aroused, could he? And then his face started lowering to hers, his eyes locked on her lips as her tongue darted out to wet them nervously. Her heart beat painfully in her chest as she watched his face slowly descend. She was powerless to stop him; in the millisecond before his lips touched hers, she wondered fleetingly if she really wanted to. "Don't ever, ever point a gun at a man unless you're willing to use it." His voice startled her, forcing her eyes open wide as his breath fanned out across her face. She had been expecting his kiss —not this verbal assault on her senses. His voice was deep with a tonal quality as mesmerizing as his blue, blue eyes. When his words finally filtered through her hazy consciousness, Emma flushed scarlet. She clamped her mouth shut so tight a muscle in her jaw pulsed. Her eyes narrowed and her body bunched up even tighter than it was before. "You are trespassing," she spit at him, then renewed her struggles to be free of him. James pressed the gun firmly against her chest and squeezed his thighs again. He knew it was painful for her because she flinched, then seemed to school her features carefully lest she give too much away. James nearly smiled. He respected a worthy opponent, and though she was no match for him physically, he wondered if she'd be a match for him mentally. "I was merely passing through," James evaded her accusation. "You were showering in my spring!" she erupted, pushing up at him with her hips in an attempt to dislodge him. "You don't want to do that," his voice deepened perceptively. "And just why don't I?" Emma asked, pushing his nakedness and her reaction to him out her mind. "This is why," he said, thrusting his hips forward so his cock bobbed insistently against the underside of her breast. Emma instantly stilled. She knew what that was and the knowledge brought her no comfort. She suddenly realized she was in the middle of the forest with a strange man, a strange naked man, who was getting aroused at her struggles beneath him. Trespasser be damned, this man was dangerous! Very real fear had her swallowing painfully as she tried to calm her breathing. She realized her exertions had caused her to pant, her chest rose and fell repeatedly, continuously bumping his cock as it lay on her chest. No need to incite him further, she thought, and held her breath while she raised her eyes to his. James hadn't ever quite been in this situation before. Usually when he had a woman between his thighs, it was because she explicitly wanted to be there. More like she'd begged to be there after he'd assaulted her with kisses and raw sex appeal. He wasn't impervious to the way women reacted to him; he knew he was attractive. It annoyed him at times that women only wanted him because he looked good; at other times he played their shallowness to his advantage. But this woman, this woman who was at this very moment looking up at him with real fear on her face, she pulled at something within him. She was different somehow; she wasn't the kind of woman a man fucked and left behind; she was the kind of woman a man kept around, protected, loved. He didn't want to see fear reflected in her eyes. He wanted to see something else entirely. James lowered his head again. He kept his eyes open to watch her reaction as she slowly, but assuredly, accepted the fact that this time he was really going to kiss her. At first her eyes reflected surprise; all her barriers were down, now. She was out of her depth and —it appeared to James– incapable of hiding her emotion. This pulled at him in ways he couldn't yet explain and somehow had him promising her within his heart that this afternoon would be one she'd not soon forget. Emma waited for his lips to claim hers. She knew he would do it as surely as she knew she was a woman. This man exuded raw sex appeal and power. Emma had spent the last two years living on the fringe of society; she'd excluded herself for personal reasons and never had one regret, till now. By secluding herself in these woods she'd denied herself the pleasure of seeing a man naked, of watching him bathe, of feeling his lips on her body as he brought her to one earth-shattering orgasm after another. Funny, Emma thought in the second before his lips claimed hers, I've never had earth-shattering orgasms with a man ...but I want to. And then his lips were on hers. It was no tentative kiss, no, not from this man. It was a kiss that promised immeasurable passion, it was a kiss that claimed and marked and as James struggled to reign in the control he was quickly losing, his body cried out in a primal voice, Mine. She was his now, and he'd not let her go. Emma grabbed big fistfuls of grass in both hands as his kiss continued. It was an assault on her senses the likes of which she'd never experienced. His lips claimed her, and in the claiming she felt powerful. Womanly. Utterly desirable. She whimpered as he withdrew from her lips long enough to uncock the rifle and toss it far away into the bushes. She almost smiled; did he think she'd use it on him again? Possibly. To encourage him to kiss her again. But he didn't need encouragement; with a deep growl low in his throat he lowered over her again and threaded his fingers through her hair. He held her face gently within his huge hands and took her lips again in a bruising, possessive kiss. She is so small, James thought, as he slid his body down over hers. Was this why he hated short women? Because they would inspire this need in him to protect? He didn't know. He couldn't think with her lush, womanly curves pressed up against him. He maneuvered himself so that she no longer took the brunt of his weight, but nor did he allow her to scoot out from under him. He'd not let her go until they'd satisfied this primal urge between them. There was something incredibly erotic about having this naked man kiss her so wantonly while she, Emma, remained clothed. Her aroused and imaginative mind conjured up the thought that perhaps this was no man at all but rather some sort of wood sprite come to torment her in human form. He was nearly too perfect to be believed, but the physical evidence of his body pressed intimately to hers was hard evidence she couldn't deny. She sensed a hunger within him so raw and savage it left her breathless but curious enough to provoke the savage. She lifted her hips against him and smiled with satisfaction as he groaned into her mouth and returned with a thrust of his own. She was not to remain the tormentor for long, however. She gasped as the man slid his palm beneath her shirt and caressed her silken skin. Soft, James thought, incredibly soft. And she smelled nice too. She smelled of the woods, of Gaia, of something natural and potent and fertile. He ached to fill her with his length, to drive into her and be replenished by all that she represented: strength, Earth, nature. The potency of his desire shook him; he'd never lost control like this before, but he'd never met a woman like this before, either. She hadn't come looking for him; she'd stumbled upon him, and the attraction was instant and mutual. Impatiently James pushed at the bra that encased her lovely, full breasts. His gaze darkened in desire once he'd revealed them to his hungering eyes. They were perfect. They were plump and pale, and topped by dusky pink nipples that tightened in arousal. These were the kinds of breasts he could spend hours suckling, nursing himself into oblivion while he nurtured his soul at her breast. James cautioned himself to move slowly, for although he could feel the subtle softening of the woman beneath him, he did not want to give her a chance to bolt and deny him the pleasure of experiencing her luscious body. Private Property: No Trespassing Emma felt drugged. She felt desire and good, plain, old-fashioned lust driving her on. This man, this incredibly handsome, beautiful man was making love to her! She could hardly believe it. His touch was experienced, but gentle. His reactions both excited and pleased her —especially the low groans of approval he made deep in his throat. He was making one now, even as his tongue lapped the underside of her breast. Emma's chest rose in reaction, pushing her breast forward, urging him to take the nipple into his warm mouth. He denied her the pleasure for now, and continued his tickling assault with his tongue. Emma threaded her fingers through his damp hair and held his head to her breast, silently beseeching him to end her torment and suckle the nipple that ached for his lips and tongue. Her physical reactions held a note of innocence that pleased James more than he could express. Usually his lovers were the experienced type, the kind that fucked for the pure pleasure of fucking; but this woman, he sensed, gave of her self for the pure pleasure of giving. He could see it in the way she offered her body to him, how she opened up beneath his hands and mouth and gave willingly without thought or inhibition. It was a generosity with which he was unfamiliar, but it excited him nonetheless. He positioned his mouth over her puckered nipple at the same time he slid his hand over the rounded curve of her tummy. He stopped when he reached the fastener of her shorts, but quickly tugged them loose enough he could continue his exploration. He felt her close her thighs and tighten imperceptibly at the invasion of his fingers, but sensed it was a natural reaction, one which he knew how to handle. He let his fingers trail through the curls at the apex of her thighs and felt her quiver beneath his touch. At just the right moment he took her nipple into his mouth and suckled hard while his finger slid into the silken folds of her sex. Emma bucked her hips up as her thighs fell apart. She barely acknowledged she had just given him access to all of her most intimate places. It felt too good to stop now; she didn't want to think, she just wanted to feel. This man knew how to expertly finger her clit, driving her to the brink of orgasm with each skillful flicker of fingers and each expert delve between her velvety lips. When he lifted his mouth from her right nipple, she whimpered impatiently and guided his face to the left. He obliged her quickly, all the while tugging her shorts down over her hips and thighs. James had to break contact with this woman's incredible breasts but only to ease her shorts down so he had better access to her sweetly scented pussy. He could smell her excitement in the air, and the scent drove him wild. She was aroused, incredibly so, and he wasn't even halfway finished with her yet. He suckled her nipple deeply as he pulled his head away, drawing it with him in his lips until her breast stretched out in front of her. He released it with a satisfied smile and watched as her breast bounced back into place. He then let his eyes wander over her body and was immensely pleased by what he saw. He was too wound up to linger long, beautiful though her body was, so instead he lowered his lips to her abdomen and began kissing a trail down her body. She quivered beneath his lips as James hovered above the plump mound of her sex. He waited patiently, fanning his breath over her sensitized flesh until she rewarded him by arching her hips up and mewling softly in the back of her throat. That was all the invitation James needed. With one hand on either thigh he lifted her to his hungry mouth. She resisted slightly when he tucked her knees up on his shoulders, but as soon as his tongue flicked out to tease her clit, she opened to him like a flower opening to rain. James suckled and prodded her until her hips arched upwards so far he thought she'd snap in two. And then he drew back, blew softly on her dampened skin and followed with long licks between her soft lips. His cock was throbbing now. He ached to drive himself into her. He wanted to bury his cock to the hilt in her slick, wet pussy. He wanted to bounce off of her luscious ass until she screamed out her release. He wanted to make sweet love to this woman until they both collapsed in sated exhaustion. Emma felt vulnerable and exposed with her knees upon his expansive shoulders, but when his tongue flickered out and touched her skin, she gave herself up to his skillful ministrations. He teased her clit until she was on the brink of orgasm, but then denied her the pleasure as he backed off, letting the pressure build within her. Again and again he assaulted her with his tongue, licking along her slit, blowing cool air across her skin, suckling her clit until she arched her hips into his mouth like a mad woman. It was when he fastened his mouth to her mound that Emma exploded. Her sweet moans of pleasure echoed in the forest around them as she rode the wave of ecstasy he'd brought to her. When she finally opened her eyes and chanced a glance at her trespassing lover, her heart turned over in her chest. He was smiling at her, a precious, open-hearted smile that stole her breath away. He was gorgeous without the smile, but with the smile he was beyond beautiful. Emma was shocked to silence as she watched him lower her thighs to the ground and move up over her body. She had that feeling once again that she was being hunted. It was in the graceful way he moved without hesitation. She bit her lip when his fingers pulled at the hem of her t-shirt that lay above her exposed breasts. She lifted her shoulders as he tugged her clothing up over her head. She now lay completely exposed. She watched as his eyes drank in the sight of her and fought the urge to cover herself. Instead, she took a moment to study his body as he was studying hers. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his cock, his humongous cock. She wanted to reach out and touch it, to ascertain for herself that it was as real as it looked. "Do it," he murmured softly. Emma glanced up at him in surprise. Could he read her thoughts? In answer he took her small hand in his and guided it to his aching shaft. When her fingers wrapped around it, he sucked in a gasp and closed his eyes. Emma returned her gaze to the prize she held in her hand and watched, mesmerized, as a small droplet of fluid rose to the top of its mushroom head. She stroked experimentally with her palm and was rewarded by yet another drop. Before she could do it for a third time, the man growled fiercely and moved quickly between her thighs. His lips took hers in a hungry kiss as his tongue plundered the depths of her mouth. His hands slid up and down her body as he positioned himself at the entrance to her womb. This was no gentle lovemaking anymore, this was feral copulation. This was fucking because the need to fuck was so strong it wouldn't be denied. With an animalistic groan he tore his lips from hers only to bite and kiss her neck and shoulder before lathing her nipples once again with his tongue. Then he slid his hands down her generous hips and tugged her up, his cock slipping the barest inch within her puffy pussy lips. He paused to look at her face, to ascertain she wanted this. In answer she bucked her hips, trying to coax more of him inside of her. It was precisely the right thing to do, and with a fierce and possessive growl he plunged his cock to the balls in her pussy. Mine, his mind professed again. She was his now, and he wouldn't stop until he'd branded her with his hot, scorching seed. He realized belatedly that she was quite tight, perhaps not virginal tight, but tight enough he nearly spilled himself with just that one thrust. He clenched his jaw in concentration as he struggled for control. As Emma felt him enter, she cried out and closed her eyes as a mixture of pain and pleasure assaulted her. He was large, so very large, and it had been quite some time since she'd indulged in such carnal activity. She was naturally very tight, but even more so since her self-enforced seclusion on the mountain. He filled her completely and then some, but it wasn't enough; he held too still, and in her impatience and arousal she arched her hips against him, encouraging him with her body to move within her. James sucked air through his teeth at her movements. She would drive him to the edge if she continued, so he tightened his grip on her hips and forced her to go at his pace. He withdrew from her sheath and watched while his cock emerged from her pussy glistening with her juices. With a moan he buried himself again within her tightness, then lowered his head to capture her nipples in his mouth once again. He forced himself to thrust and withdraw at a steady pace, not yet ready to give in to the ache in his groin to release himself within her. She whimpered as he tugged on her nipple and continued at his leisure. She would have none of it, though. She wanted to feel him driving into her fast and hard. She wanted to feel his testicles bouncing off her flesh as his cock pounded her to yet another mind-blowing orgasm, so she did the only thing she could think of: She clamped her pussy muscles tightly around his cock. He groaned and nipped her shoulder before claiming her lips with his own. It was too much. The little minx pushed him too far, and now he'd have his release. He placed his hands on either side of her head and raised himself up until the only part of his body that touched her was his incredibly long, incredibly thick cock. He then drove into her with more force than he'd yet allowed himself. He drove into her so hard he felt her slide along the earth until her shoulders met his wrists and prevented her from sliding any further. He smiled down at her then, a smile of self-satisfaction and hunger, and then he started fucking her with force. Emma moaned and arched her back even as she felt the sting of the earth beneath her. This man exuded raw, animalistic power and she soaked it up like a sponge. She openly accepted his thrusts inside her while she climbed the heights of physical release. She sensed he was near, too, as his cock seemed to swell even thicker until she feared he would stretch her beyond that which she could endure. And then she felt it, the surge of fluid into her pussy and beyond, filling her womb with pulse after pulse of his seed. His cry of release echoed off the cliff and water and reverberated through her soul; it was the cry of a satiated man no longer pursued by whatever hounds of hell pursued him. She joined him in release scant seconds after he did, tumbling into ecstasy as her voice joined his in primitive, mating melody. James collapsed upon her, his cock still buried within her tight little pussy, still leaking fluid from his earth-shattering explosion. Satiated, Emma smiled and drew her hands down his back, marveling at the strength and power this man exuded, holding him with tenderness that spoke more eloquently than any words she could utter. As for James, he'd found more than physical release, and he knew it; in her small, luscious body he'd found his soul, and he had a feeling he'd be trespassing there often.