This is a lengthy drive; all stretches of straight, dusty road. I cannot stand this sweltering heat. I hope John appreciates my doing this. My short cotton skirt and singlet do nothing to ease my distress. My thighs stick to the vinyl as I drive for miles. There is no sign of life on this road, except perhaps the occasional bird feeding on grass seeds.
No, wait… There is an object up ahead. It is a figure. A male figure with thick dark hair and eyes so blue, I can discern their colour as I get closer. His hand is out, signalling for me to stop with his thumb. A hitchhiker? I hit the breaks.
He is running now, the straps of his back pack swinging out across his broad shoulders. Why is he out here? He smiles at me. His lustrous teeth and full lips are so inviting in the afternoon sun. I shiver. He is so very masculine, so sexy. His smooth dark skin begs to be touched and his physique boasts a very high level of fitness. Opening the back door, he flings his back pack on the back seat. Before I have time to come to my senses, he has positioned himself in the passenger’s seat. His shorts are creased around his groin and the short hairs on his thigh tickle my forearm.
He smiles at me knowingly. I release the hand brake and place both hands firmly on the steering wheel. I try to concentrate on the road ahead. I can smell his soapy scent. I can hear his short breaths. I feel his eyes on me. He is watching me. My nipples harden beneath my damp singlet. Does he notice this too?
Darkness has fallen. We agree to be on our way again in the morning. We detour and stop. He pitches his tent on the river bank and we sit on a blanket by the fire. He stares at me provocatively over his dinner. It seems he is hungry for more than just canned beans. I am starving.
“I have some wine,” he says. “Would you like to share?”
I look at him confused. Wine? He has wine, out here? My question is forgotten as I get lost in his captivating eyes and cannot help but stare at his face as the firelight plays with his gorgeous features; defined cheek bones; strong jaw; dark eyebrows over deep blue eyes. His body resembles that of a Greek statue; all taut skin is pulled hard against firm muscle. I want to touch him. My desire overwhelms me. I realise he is still awaiting my response. I nod.
I watch him as he smiles and turns away, his back muscles moving beneath his dark skin as he searches his backpack for the bottle. He comes closer to me. We are now breathing each others air. He pours the wine into a paper cup and gazes into my eyes as he hands it to me. He runs his fingers through my long hair. He makes me feel so sexy and alive.
I take a sip. He watches my every move. He watches my lips and before I can even swallow, he is tracing them with his warm tongue. Sensing that I like this, he moves his mouth down, sucking at my neck, licking at my collarbone. He latches onto my nipple through the cotton of my t-shirt. I cry out as he bites harder.
He stops and smiles shyly at me as he slips the encumbering material over my head and then unbuttons my skirt. I am naked now, except for a tiny pair of underpants. He seeks further permission with those blue eyes and slowly removes them. Goosebumps form on my body from the cool night air. Or is it?
I let him look at me. His eyes travel from my toes up to my shapely legs. He avoids the centre of my womanhood. Instead his eyes dance across my stomach and admire by breasts as they move ever so slightly with my breathing. He looks at my face and touches me reverently, tracing my features. He can see my need, my desire, my lust. I am sure of it.
A smile plays across my lips before I feel his hot, crushing mouth over my own. His kiss is intoxicating. No amount of wine could do this to me. His tongue searches, teases, demands that I meet him with full force, sucking powerfully on mine and increasing my need with every breath.
His body is now hovering over mine, firm and throbbing. A shiver of anticipation runs through me. “Touch me.” It is more of a demand that unleashes all of his desperation. He groans and his hands seem to take on a life of their own. They are everywhere at once. Sometimes soft and sometimes rough. I feel my own wetness begin to flow as he slides two fingers inside me, thrusting, teasing me into delicious torment. I writhe beneath his touch. This, combined with the feel of his hot mouth and his probing tongue renders me senseless. The heat grows, I ache.
I am sure he feels my desperation and my impatience as I grasp his head, frantically pulling him closer to me. I need to feel more of him. He moves away and positions himself between my legs. After what seems like a lifetime, he thrusts himself into my still throbbing warmth; relentlessly at first, and only managing to become more frantic by the second. He feels so good, *this* feels so good. His hard muscle fills me to the hilt, stretches me until it hurts. I cry out uncontrollably, digging my nails into him; marring the perfect plane of his back. All of a sudden he slows, sensually moving inside me, allowing my senses to absorb their ecstacy. I moan, bringing my legs up so as to trap him inside me. I can’t handle his games right now. He stays there and begins to thrust a little harder without pulling out, creating unbearable pressure. I see the enjoyment on his face as he goads me.
He bites my neck, my ear, my mouth. His breath is all around me. I taste the salt from his body. We move together, a rhythm neither of us set. My mind is not functioning it is merely being. Muscles are firm under my stroking hands. The musky aroma of sex pervades my senses. I arch my back a little to take more of him inside me, creating the most unbelievable pleasure. He moans. This prompts his movement to become more frantic once again. He pushes hard inside me, his weight holding me down. I writhe against him. It wont be long.
My breath is sharp as he moves furiously against me. I forget everything but the exhilarating sensations he is creating within me. He threads his fingers through mine. I feel so close to him. The intimacy of this gesture overwhelms me. I throw my head back, my mouth agape. He captures my mouth with his, ravishing it ruthlessly as he swallows my cries of mixed pleasure and pain. My breasts are crushed beneath him as the moment of fulfilment takes over me. I feel it begin in the core of my being. My breath stops as the explosion from within me erupts. He tears his mouth away from mine to look at me. He pumps harder. Shivers rack my body as it continues. His eyes meet mine and I feel the dark intensity of his stare. It is unnerving, the depth to which he can see. I feel the flood of passion as he thrusts one last time, almost certain he will tear me apart. Convulsing and shuddering, he calls out to the sky. He fills me.
Exhausted, we lay still. He is still inside me. The moonlight glistens across our sweat soaked bodies. The breeze cools us and our breathing slowly returns to normal. Lifting his head from my chest, he looks down at me tenderly and places a small kiss on my left breast. I smile at this gesture. We doze.
I wake up to the soft stroking of my hair. I look up at him. A small smile plays across his lips. He moves from within me. I feel empty… I want to feel close to him for a while longer. I sit up and crush my lips down upon his. My body covers his and my breasts rub against his smooth chest. I feel his desire grow beneath me.
I bite, I suck, swirling my tongue over his chest, his nipple. I take his mouth with mine. My tongue battles his into submission. I am the driver now. The heat builds between us.
I slide one leg over his so that I am straddling him. As I sit, he cups my full breasts, squeezing my nipples, causing delicious shivers to course through me. I bend to kiss him. I want to tease him. I torment him, playing with his lower lip, never taking him fully. I can feel his hand sliding down to my abdomen and his fingers probe my wetness. In one movement his hands are gone, he catches me unaware and enters me. I stiffen at the ruthless intrusion that causes a mix of unbelievable pleasure and pain.
I recover and slowly start to move up and down. Taking in the whole length of him, I hold him tightly inside me. I moan and gasp. His hands stroke my thighs and buttocks and he adds a little more pressure desperately trying to pull me down on him further.
I move at my own pace. He pushes up inside me, I push down on him. I take my time allowing the pleasure to build for both of us. I lie down, my breasts just touching his chest. He holds my hips and moves me on him. He has other ideas. As he thrusts harder and harder, I feel him grow inside me. I begin to move frantically over his rigid cock, biting his shoulder, tasting flesh, as he squeezes my buttocks. Sweat runs between us. Our bodies slide together. I feel him quiver beneath me. “Oh God, Marlena!” The slow build up before the final glory. “Yes!” I hiss.
Our bodies begin to quake with orgasm. Not stopping. Wave upon wave of pleasure moves though me. He feels me lose control of my senses. He knows he has me. My nails dig further into his flesh, not wanting to let him go, wanting him to feel my agony.
He keeps me moving. At a different pace. Shifting my weight over him, he moves me by my hips. Frantic, agile movements. Up and down. Up and down. Faster and faster. For the last time, he pulls me hard over him, brings us inexorably together and pulsates into me with a harsh cry that tears through his throat. “Oh, oh, mmmmm, oh Joh…” I whimper before biting down on my lower lip. Hard. I feel the warm flow of juices. Mine and his. Ours. I contract around him, throbbing pleasure erupting from within me. Sobbing while I cling to him.
He laces his fingers with mine. We lay still for a moment as our breathing returns to normal. I feel my pillow come to life and hear the soft laughter emanate from his entire being. “That bad hey?” he asks.
“What?”
“You missed me that bad.” It was more of a statement than a question. He runs his fingers through my hair.
I pout my lips and start to protest. “Well honey, when you go out hunting, in Timbuktu for a few days…” he silences me with his mouth, slips his hot tongue inside and kisses me so thoroughly, so deeply, so sensuously, that he makes me swoon. I look up at him, my fingers linger on his swollen lips, “I missed you that bad,” I whisper desperately and move up to place a tender kiss on him once more. I turn my back to him and settle against his body. He buries his face in that soft place between my neck and my shoulder and inhales my scent while tracing lazy patterns with his tongue. I love it when he does this. I just love him so. His arms wrap themselves around me tighter, as we start to feel the chill of the night air and he notices the goosebumps on my body. His body flush against mine, warms me. He is so attentive; so in tune with my needs.
I break the silence. “John…”
“hmmm?” I feel his mouth rumble against my skin. He runs a finger down my arm and moves to caress my breasts with feather-light touches, circling my nipples making them taut; bringing them back to life. I gasp, “Oh, honey…” which only manages to encourage him.
“You were saying, Marlena?” What did I want to ask him?
“Oh, I, mmmm, don’t stop, baby,” I plead. His lips curve to form a proud smile as I squirm slightly. “I wanted to know… mmmm oh… how long we have to drive tomorrow to get to the Jeep? I bought enough petrol to ahhh… at least get it to the next petrol station.” He sighs as though he is about to reach the gates of heaven just before I move from his embrace effectively halting his hands that slip down to my lower abdomen. I turn to face him. He looks at me sheepishly.
“It is about 10 minutes away from here,” he grins. My mouth falls open.
“John Black!” He moves back slightly, in mock fear, as if to shelter himself from any forthcoming blows.
“By foot,” he adds. I am incredulous, we could have been driving home by now!
He immediately rises to his defence. “Well I have had you everywhere else, I wanted to see what it would be like out here, under the stars. It’s not my fault you came to get me dressed like that, or rather, *undressed* like that. Besides, I missed you too.” How charming.
I have to remind him. “Are you forgetting that you have had me in the wilderness, baby?”
“Well no…”
“John, next time you want to go hunting with a faulty petrol gauge… honey, I will have to kill you.”
He grins boyishly and I cannot help but smile at his last remark, “I have recently acquired evidence to suggest otherwise.”
Fin.
The Jarlena Journal 