lastintimacy

"The Last Intimacy"

by
Dani Benjamin

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He chuckles as he watches them, the girl and the dog. Her laughter echoes in the night as she wrestles with the chubby black dog in the snow. Oblivious to the wet snow soaking her clothes, she crouches on her hands and knees, her nose close to the furry muzzle of the dog.

"Grrrrrrrrruff!"

The dog dips his shoulders down, his tail high, wagging furiously and she mimics him, her shoulders low to the ground, her round ass swaying from side to side.

"This is the pre-pounce position," she whispers over a shoulder.

"Looks good from here," he replies, appreciating the view.

"Oh hush, you."

As he chuckles, she lets out a whoop and springs, pouncing on the dog. His laugh rings out as he watches the two of them roll in the snow, until they come to a stop, her body pinned to the ground, shrieking with laughter as she wriggles to escape the big pink tongue licking the snow from her face.

A sudden gust of wind blows through the clearing and he says, "Storm's coming, we'd better get back."

She and the dog exchange a glance. The tone of his voice is enough to make them aware that there will be no discussion. As they cross the clearing to where he stands, he is again reminded that they share some form of unspoken communication, the girl and the dog. The dog sits beside his feet, and the girl steps close to him, her head tilting back to look up at his face, blue eyes shining, cheeks bright pink from her exertions in the snow. As her eyes meet his, she smiles mischievously and stretches up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. He pulls her closer, deepening the kiss, then blinks as she gasps and staggers back, blue eyes growing wide, she raises her arms outstretched, and falls straight back into the snow. He stares for a moment, then begins to laugh as she flaps her arms up and down and slides her legs open and closed. Lying there, she reaches to him and he pulls her to her feet, leaving behind a perfectly shaped angel in the snow.

"Silly woman," he grumbles, but his smile does not go unnoticed as they make their way through the snow toward the small cabin, running the last few yards, the chubby, barking dog close behind.

They stop on the tiny porch only long enough to load their arms with logs from the woodpile, and then enter the cabin, locking the door against the approaching storm. As he stokes the fire to warm the room, she heads for the bathroom to get out of her wet clothing. The dog, having been rubbed briskly with a towel to dry his fur, settles near the fire with a contented grunt. After a quick shower, she pulls on a warm robe, slips her feet into bunny slippers and makes her way to the small kitchen. She hums softly as she prepares a pot of hot tea, adding sugar and milk to the small wooden tray as she waits for the kettle to boil, glancing over at his form, silhouetted by the firelight.

Carrying the tray, she carefully makes her way across the room to where he sits on the floor, his long legs stretched out on the bear skin rug, his back against the sofa. The soft clink of the cups moving in the saucers blends with the crackle of the fire. She smiles as she notices he�s fallen asleep, and sets the tray down on a nearby table.

Settling to her knees beside him, she watches him sleep, exhausted by the drive and the long hike in the snow. Pulling a soft patchwork quilt from the back of the sofa, she covers him with it, smiling as she gently brushes the back of her fingers across his cheek. The dog lets out a grunt as he twitches in his sleep and she turns to watch him with a soft chuckle. Turning back to the man, she lets out a soft gasp as her blue eyes meet his dark ones. Blushing, in uncharacteristic shyness, she lowers her head. The sassy, flirtatious woman is gone, and in her place, an unsure, vulnerable female.

Without a word, he reaches out and tips her chin up, her blue eyes slowly rise to meet his own. The air between them is charged with the tension as they each become aware of the moment before them. They know each other so well, and yet not at all. They have shared thoughts, ideas, opinions and intimacies, yet never been intimate. There has passed between them anger, tears, frustration and great affection, yet the attraction between them remains unspoken, painfully apparent, yet silent.

Captured in his dark gaze, she feels the last of her protective walls slipping away. With a soft whimper, she tips her face into his warm hand, her eyes closing. His hand slides around her neck and into the silky tangles of her hair, drawing her into his lap. His arms close around her and her soft body molds itself to his powerful form, her face pressed against his shoulder. She could stay here forever, safe in the circle of his arms. It has been a long road to this defining moment between them. This night will bring a whole new dimension to their relationship. Tonight, the last of the barriers between them will be removed.

The strong hand tightens into a fist in her hair pulling her head back, and with his other hand he lightly traces the contours of her face.

�Look at me.�

Opening her eyes, she feels a surge of energy pass through her as their eyes meet again. She searches the depths of his eyes, seeing a spark come alive in their darkness. She feels the hand tighten in her hair, almost imperceptibly, just enough for her to recognize the desire in him. She fights the impulse to lower her eyes. There is no hiding now.

The hand in her hair slowly pulls, bending her body backwards. The fingers brushing her face slip to her neck, the large thumb resting over the pulse fluttering wildly in the hollow of her throat. Her pupils dilate as his hand travels her flesh, the fingers lightly tracing the delicate flesh between her breasts. Her breathing becomes ragged as the back of his fingers brush against the fullness of one breast, trailing down to her waist. He unties the belt of her robe, carefully pulling the fabric open, first one side, then the other, as if unwrapping a gift, exposing her body to his gaze with excruciating slowness.

His fingers go once again to her throat, trailing down her body as if a blind man reading Braille, patiently tracing every curve, every contour, not groping or stroking, but following every line of her body as if to learn every inch of her. He studies her reactions as his fingers trace her flesh, the soft moan as his warm hand cups her breast, and the sudden gasp as his thumb passes across the tender tip of one engorged nipple. He lays his large hand flat on her belly, a hint of a smile passing across his lips as the muscles twitch beneath his palm.

She trembles as his hand moves lower, his fingers toying for a moment with the auburn curl on her mound, and as her thighs spread almost involuntarily, his large hand moves to cup her sex. There is no probing or stroking; his hand just cradles her, his fingers resting on the swollen lips. She blushes at the sudden flood of warmth between her thighs, as her body responds to him of its own volition. But he continues his appraisal of her body, his hand moving down each leg, tracing the muscles beneath her flesh.

He effortlessly rolls her onto her tummy on the fur rug. Her arms are pulled behind her as he pulls the robe from her body and sets it aside. Using both hands now, he continues his assessment, fingers trailing down the long curve of her spine, then moving out to trace up the sides of her body. Once again tracing the line of her spine, his fingers glide over her flesh, her body tensing just a bit as his finger traces the cleft of her ass. Never stopping, the fingers continue their journey, traveling down the backs of her thighs to her very toes.

Her soft moans are muffled as her face presses into the fur, fighting the urge to squirm under his delicious ministrations. The hands leave her for a moment as he sheds his own clothes, and she lets out a long, low groan as her body writhes in the fur, her sensitized skin hungry for contact. A whimper sounds as once again, the hands return to her flesh, traveling up from her ankles, trailing gently up the sides of her body. She emits a long, low growl as the hands travel over the rounded swell of her hips, dipping into her waist, then continue up her sides, drawing her arms up over her head.

She squirms in the fur, craving that friction against her heated flesh. Sliding his hands down her arms, he grips her shoulders and gently turns her body over. Her pale skin almost glows in the firelight, a rosy blush staining her flesh. Instinctively, she closes her eyes to the light. She feels the heat of him as he leans over her.

�Open your eyes."

His voice is low, almost a whisper, yet the sound resonates through her. Her eyes open, traveling along the strong line of his jaw, drawn for a moment to the sensual lips, topped by a thick, luxuriant mustache. The male scent of his flesh reaches her nostrils as her eyes continue their journey upward. She is pulled into the liquid darkness of his eyes. She feels the last of her defensive walls crumbling under the force of his gaze. Her questions are answered by the certainty in his eyes. This is where she was always meant to be.

He leans closer and kisses her, his lips teasing hers, then pressing fully, relentlessly, his tongue probing the depths of her hot mouth. Her arms slip around him and her body arches up as her mouth yields to his. But he gently removes her arms from his shoulders and lays them out at her sides, the slight pressure enough to insure her obedience. Her soft whimpers echo in the room as he leisurely rains kisses over her face, then his mouth moves down her neck, his lips and tongue following the same course his fingers so recently traveled. Her feet move, her thighs rubbing together as she squirms, but he lays a large, strong hand on her belly, pinning her to the fur like a giant cat would hold its prey.

Her head begins to thrash and language escapes her, low feral noises erupting from her throat as he reaches her breasts, his mustache rasping over the soft creamy flesh, his tongue like sandpaper across the tips of rosy nipples. A shudder passes through her body as his hot mouth engulfs one turgid nipple, his tongue circling the tender tip. Another flood of warmth between her thighs and the air is filled with the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. Her gasps and growls become more frantic and her fingers claw at the fur as he patiently and thoroughly explores every inch of her flesh with his mouth. Occasionally biting, holding the flesh just tight enough for her to feel him, then lightly brushing his lips across her flesh.

The muscles in her belly twitch and jump beneath her flesh as his lips and teeth caress her heated skin. She lets out a long, low groan as his tongue circles her navel, and then probes it. Never stopping, he continues his journey, discovering every inch of her body, leaving nothing untouched, and unknown. Her thighs part as he moves lower, exposing the puffy lips of her sex to him, slick with the evidence of her need. The scent of her intoxicating him, he continues down the inside of her thigh, his tongue leaving a wet trail on her flesh, enjoying the sudden gasp as he sinks his teeth into the flesh just above the inside of her knee. He slides his arms beneath her legs as he works his way back up the inside of her other thigh, his lips and teeth driving her into a frenzy.

His arms press her legs up and out, exposing her to him like a butterfly pinned to a board. His hot breath on her most intimate place sends a loud groan from her lips, and with deliberate slowness, he runs the tip of his tongue up along the moist lips, tasting her. As his tongue circles that tiny pearl, her hips lift, only to be pressed back down by the strong hand once again. Her body jerks and her outstretched arms strain as her fists grip the fur.

As he slides up, the tip of his cock drags along the slick lips of her sex, a shudder racing through her body as it bumps against her engorged clit. She lets out a piteous moan as he strokes her with his cock, his powerful arms supporting his body above hers, her legs draped over them. Her hips lift, rocking in rhythm to his stroking. His hips move, the tip of him coated with her slick juices, each bump on the swollen nub of her clit causing another jolt to ripple through her body, punctuated by a gasp. As she writhes beneath him, he speaks one more time, not a murmur or a whisper, this time his own hunger is evident in his hoarse growl.

�Look at me.�

She shakes her head to clear it, blinking to focus glazed blue eyes. His dark eyes hold hers trapped for a moment, the tip of him poised at the entrance to her core. Her body shaking, her hips lift, the lips of her sex closing over the head of his cock like a kiss. With her heart hammering in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps, she struggles to keep her eyes open as he pushes into her silken folds. The moment is suspended in time as he slides into her liquid fire and stills. Her body is wracked with every shaky breath and hot tears slip from her eyes as his body pins her to the fur. She feels herself spinning helplessly out of control, but held beneath him, pinned, impaled, his cock anchors her to the earth.

He holds her there feeling her slippery walls contract and ripple around his thick shaft. His eyes burn with a savage intensity, and he leans down and licks the tears from her cheeks, her nostrils flaring at the faint hint of her own emissions on his beard. Her arms slip around him again, desperate to touch him, her fingers tracing the muscles moving beneath the warm flesh of his broad back. Her walls tighten around him as she slowly drags her nails over his back, not enough to cause pain, but the shiver that passes through his body confirming his arousal.

Slowly, he begins to pump his hips, taking long, steady strokes. She grips him, feeling every ridge and vein on his cock as he drags along her slippery walls. With each stroke, the silky hair on his chest rasps across the tender tips of her nipples, the sensations causing her to writhe and buck beneath him. As his strokes accelerate, they become more forceful, each punctuated by her soft grunt as the tip of his cock bumps against her cervix, as if demanding entrance to her very soul.

He releases her legs and she plants her feet firmly on each side of his thighs, her hips now bucking up to meet each stroke with one of her own. With a growl, he raises his torso and supporting himself on his hands, his powerful body slams into hers with a brutal ferocity. The time for tenderness is gone; this is the mating of two savage souls, the male taking the female for his own. Her body arches and twists, her nails rake down his back and dig into his ass, and an animalistic growl erupts from her throat.

Her body hovers on the brink as with one last, powerful stroke, he releases his seed into her, taking her over the edge with him. Her body bucks beneath him as his mouth covers hers, her own hot fluids washing over his twitching cock. He takes everything she has, his mouth swallowing her screams, his body absorbing the shudders racing through her.

As she stills, he lifts his head, again those dark eyes study her flushed face, a fingertip gently pushing the damp tendrils of hair from her face. She whimpers as another shudder ripples through her, her walls again contracting around his cock as if trying to hold him within her. Her heart hammers in her chest, as if trying to reach his through the fragile flesh that separates them. Her fingertips glide over the broad expanse of his back, gently tracing the welts raised there by her nails. His lips brush hers, then he softly kisses each eyelid, and as she lets out a soft sigh, he withdraws reluctantly from her warm softness.

He pulls the soft, faded patchwork quilt over them, turning on his side and pulling her close to him. She nestles against him, her ass snuggled tight to his belly, his cock resting between her thighs. His strong arms enfold her, a proprietary hand cups one breast, as their hearts slow to a more normal rhythm. His muscled thighs press up against the backs of her legs, his body spooning hers. For once, no words are needed.

With a soft grunt, the dog lifts from his place by the fire and silently approaches the couple, and then he drops and curls up on the quilt behind the man�s knees. As the fire crackles, they drift off to sleep.

The man�. His girl�. And the dog.