Catnip
by
Tygerzeye
PWP....well thats how it started out anyway. Just two people horny for one another. Then it went and developed this whole History thing.
Oh Well :) At least I got it out of my system.
Stalking
He had been observing her all day, from the moment she had emerged from her tent, just after sun rise, to relight the campfire and cook her breakfast. It had been chilly then, the air damp with mist, and she had been dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt to protect herself from the cold. But as the day had worn on, the sun had become a white-hot furnace above them, baking the ground dry and causing the little clearing in which she was camped to shimmer with waves of rising heat. She had stripped off her shirt first, and Logan had watched, from the shade of the trees, as she collected firewood from the edges of the clearing, dressed only in her jeans and a bra. Her skin was already tanned and watching her work, seeing the way the sweat caused her body to glisten in the sunlight, made him ache with desire. She was a beautiful woman, strong, athletic. She was perfect for him and he wanted her.
He remained, hidden in the shade, for the whole morning, watching her go about her campsite chores, making herself a sandwich for lunch and washing the dishes, leaving them to dry on a bamboo mat spread out by the fire. He had watched her often enough in the last few days to know that she had a regular routine and as mid-afternoon approached and the sun began to dip towards the tree tops, he found himself fidgeting with excitement, his lust for her growing until his groin burned with it and his whole body twitched with impatience. When she disappeared inside her tent, he allowed himself to creep closer, careful to stay within the dark confines of the undergrowth. He'd seen her naked many times now, but the sight never failed to take his breath away, and when she emerged from the tent once more, a raffia mat and a bottle of suntan oil in one hand, her nude body glistening with fresh sweat, he found himself fighting the urge to growl, to leap from the undergrowth and take her then and there. He watched her stride out across the clearing, away from the campfire and the shade of the trees to where the grass was still being baked by the fierce sunlight. His eyes remained riveted on her, as she rolled out the matt and knelt down, a single finger flicking the top from the bottle of suntan oil she had been carrying. Logan felt his mouth go dry as she squeezed out a handful of the dark coloured liquid and began slowly to smooth it over her skin, starting with her arms and shoulders before moving downwards to gently cup and massage her breasts. Logan heard someone moan, and realised the sound had come from his own throat. Her caresses had caused her nipples to become erect, standing out, like dark pink buds against her tanned skin, and he longed to touch them himself, to take each one between his lips, sucking the hardened flesh until he heard her scream his name. The thought made him shift uncomfortably, the gentle throbbing in his groin had now become a persistent pounding and as she lay down to massage more of the oil onto her legs he let his own hand drift slowly across his thigh to grip his engorged flesh. He wanted her, God, he needed her, but he was barely in control of himself. He couldn't go to her like this, didn't want to treat her like an animal. He tore his gaze away, unable to look at her anymore. His throat was burning, he needed to get a drink, find something to eat and cool off. He knew she would be there when he returned. Pulling himself to his feet, he moved quietly away, back into the darkness of the forest.
Playing
Her back was turned towards him, her whole body silhouetted against the light from the campfire. It was dark now, the small patch of sky above the clearing was pricked with stars, but the air was still humid and she obviously hadn't felt the need to get dressed again. Logan dropped down on his haunches in the cover of the undergrowth, allowing himself a brief moment to enjoy the sight of her naked skin before moving on. Leaving the tree line on all fours, he crept silently towards her, his eyes never leaving her body, his senses waiting for any signal that she might have heard him, but she remained motionless. Logan moved closer, until he was only a few feet away from her but still she didn't move. He frowned. This wasn't right. He was upwind of her. She should have noticed he was there by now. Her senses were as keen as his own. Unless. . . he smiled to himself and shuffled closer until his arms were almost brushing against her back. Kneeling up, he peered over her shoulder. Her eyes were closed but she couldn't hide the faint smile that broadened into a mischievous grin when she realised he was on to her.
"Hello Logan." She whispered.
He laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing himself against her back.
"Was I that obvious?" he asked.
"Painfully." She replied, snuggling against his chest. Her hands wandered over the naked skin of his thighs and he felt her body shake with laughter. "You been scaring the hikers again Logan?"
He chuckled but didn't respond, instead nuzzling his face into her thick, dark hair. God, it felt good to hold her again, to smell the coconut oil on her skin and the faint scent of desire that wafted from her womanhood. He hated having to leave her at night, but the dreams still persisted and sometimes he couldn't be certain if he was safe to be with while those things still stalked his mind. She had never asked him about the terror that often drove him from her bed. It seemed to him that she had a way of understanding without the need to enquire, that she accepted it as part of him and loved him no less because of it. Perhaps that's why he loved her back.
The gentle touch of warm fingers on his cheek brought him out of his daydream. Soft lips moistened the skin of his throat, the hard white points of elongated canines nipping the taut tendons of his neck. He growled at their sting, but there was no threat in the sound, only desire. His arms tightened their grip on her waist as he pulled her roughly against his aching body. The sensation of his growing erection pressing into the small of her back caused her to gasp and writhe in his grip, her fingers flexing and scratching at the flesh of his thighs as he felt a familiar, low rumble vibrate through their bodies. She was purring.
"Muirinn." He whispered her name and she replied with a faint moan, nuzzling her face against his stubbled jaw, her tongue flicking at the sweat that beaded there.
Logan let his hands roam over her body. She responded to his touch in a way no other woman ever had done, revelling in every caress. The intensity of her pleasure, the way she rubbed herself languidly against his chest, never failed to drive him wild and soon the sound of her purring was drowned out by the snarls and growls that punctuated his own harsh breathing. His erection throbbed and twitched between them, droplets of clear fluid oozing from its reddened tip to moisten her skin. He was already so close to release. His head pounded with an almost unquenchable desire to be inside her, to feel her tight heat envelop him, the contractions of her muscles milking his manhood for everything he had.
Muirinn felt his hands close over her thighs, the rough hair on his arms tickling the underside of her breasts as he lifted her into a kneeling position. Instinctively, she let her weight fall forwards, expecting at any moment to feel the sweet pressure of his manhood against her opening, but Logan pulled her back, crushing her to his chest with one powerful arm as his free hand dipped between her legs. His fingers brushed through her pubic hair, massaging the length of her labia until she hissed in frustration. She felt the heat of his breath on her neck, the pressure of his teeth on her throat as he gripped her gently in his mouth. She gasped as she felt him part the warm folds of her flesh, his fingertips seeking out the hardened bud of her clitoris. Curious exploration gradually became expert strokes as he coaxed her towards orgasm. Her aching womanhood burned with his constant caresses, his fingers pausing only to hunt down the lubricating heat of her vagina, his grip on her tightening every time her legs threatened to give way. His breath scorched her throat; his snarls and growls of lust rang in her ears. She could feel the heat of his own arousal burning into her back, her skin already wet with the moisture that dribbled from his hardened penis. Her orgasm was nearly upon her, she could feel the aching spasms beginning to build within her, pricking her whole body with sweat, and she longed to have him inside her, to feel him, her wonderful lover, thrusting into her as she came. Her hands snaked to his buttocks, gripping him hard as she lifted her rump towards him, feeling the briefest touch of his swollen manhood against her opening before he pushed her gently away once more. His grip on her throat relaxed and she heard the sound of his quiet laughter, his soft lips brushing her ear as he spoke.
"Not yet, Darlin'" he murmured.
Pouncing
Logan had never been able to resist her eyes. The deep liquid green of her irises had been one of the first things he had noticed about her, and as he lifted her onto the picnic blanket he found himself being drawn, as always, into their depths. The passion that seemed to light them from within, intensified his need for her until he was unable to resist any longer, the last of his self control crumbling as he fell into her open arms. Her legs wrapped tight around the backs of his thighs, their lips clashing hard, mouths hungry for one another, tongues flicking recklessly at sharpened teeth. His senses were ablaze with the tastes and sounds of her body, her gentle moans and the intoxicating smell of her arousal as she rubbed herself against the solid lines of his aching groin. Logan tore himself from their kiss, his mouth wandering lower to the softness of her neck. His tongue lapped at the sweat that moistened her skin, the salty sweetness making him groan with desire. He wanted to taste everything, to know every scent, every sound that she made. They had been lovers for a long time, but he wanted her more than ever now. He had come so close to losing her, he needed to reassure himself that she was really there with him, that they had both survived.
Muirinn gasped as she felt his hands close over her breasts. The roughness of his skin was an erotic contrast to the softness of his caresses as he explored her body. His fingers found the hard buds of her nipples and he squeezed them gently, sending shivers of electricity through her body. His tongue left a trail of moist fire on her skin and she writhed in anticipation, unable to contain her cries as his mouth finally closed over her breast. He suckled on her for a long moment, his teeth grazing her skin as he pulled her deeper into his mouth, the hard tip of his tongue flicking at her tender nipples until she moaned and writhed beneath him, her renewed desire causing her whole body to tremble in time to the aching throb between her legs.
"Logan, please." She whimpered in desperation, her hands tangling in his hair as she tried to coax him lower. She expected him to resist, he enjoyed teasing her sometimes, but this time he didn't deny her, pausing only to nuzzle and kiss her stomach as he moved along the length of her body.
She felt the momentary ruffle of his breath in her pubic hair, then, suddenly her world seemed to collapse in on itself, her senses tumbling inwards until there was nothing else left except the feeling of him between her legs, his fingers slipping slowly inside her. She felt the rasp of his stubble on the inside of her thighs as he kissed the length of her labia, the touch of his lips so soft it was barely there. His fingers plunged in and out of her, stroking her insides until she was soaked with her own wetness. The growing scent of her sex made him growl with lust. She felt the vibration of his snarls against her skin as he nuzzled between her hot folds, her back arching, her hands gripping his head as his mouth closed over her swollen clitoris. His tongue sought out her most sensitive flesh, licking her with confident strokes. He nibbled at her gently, drawing her between his teeth, sucking on her until her body spasmed with ecstasy, her muscles drawing in tight around his thrusting fingers.
Logan heard her voice call his name. Her grip on his hair was now almost painful, her whole body shaking and bucking against him as he withdrew his fingers from her throbbing vagina. Her flushed skin glistened with moisture and he lapped at it eagerly, his tongue playing for a moment over the trembling muscles of her opening before pushing inside, into her heat. She tasted wonderful, salty like her sweat, heavy with desire. Logan felt his own body responding as he licked at the taut walls of her vagina. The taste of her sex fogged his brain with lust, the way she ground her hips against him made his erection throb with the need to be inside her, to feel her drawing him into her body.
Muirinn heard the ragged snarl as it tore from his throat and she knew that he had lost control. A powerful hand clamped around her ankle as he brought her leg up to his shoulder. She thrust her hips towards him, her muscles quivering in anticipation as she felt the first touch of his manhood on her entrance. His hands grasped her hips, using her body to steady himself as he pushed slowly into her heat. Muirinn moaned as she felt him move within her, her body stretching to accommodate his hardened manhood. She felt his hips nudge against the top of her thighs then he was grinding himself against her, rubbing her swollen clitoris with his groin as he drove himself into her, his thrusts increasing in power as he neared his own climax. Muirinn reached up to grasp his forearms, her body matching the ferocity of his rhythm as her orgasm washed over her, every muscle trembling and flexing, every pore oozing sweat. She felt the spasms in her groin closing on Logan's shaft and heard him moan. His grip on her tightened as he plunged into her as deep as he could, locking them together in a tight embrace. He nuzzled his face against her leg, his lips planting soft, moist kisses on the inside of her knee. She saw the frown of concentration on his face; his eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure that was overwhelming him. He whimpered and she felt a shudder pass through his body then suddenly he was plunging into her again, his back arching as he threw back his head and roared at the night sky. She felt the scorching heat of his seed as it spilled into her body, lubricating each deep thrust of his penis. Her skin became wet with his cum and as he collapsed into her arms, sweat drenched and breathless, she wrapped her legs around his hips and held him tight inside her, desperate to prolong the exquisite sensation for as long as she could.
Logan lay sated in her arms for a long time, enjoying the feeling of her body against his and the soft caresses of her fingertips on his cheek. He was always a little bemused by the idea that men always fell asleep after sex. Dozing was usually the last thing on his mind with Muirinn wrapped around him as she was now. He lifted his head from her shoulder, seeking out her lips, but as their mouths met he heard a loud rumble escape her stomach. She giggled and twisted away from him.
"You hungry Darlin?" he chuckled.
"Famished." She replied, reaching up to kiss his cheek. "I was waiting for you to come back. It's your turn to cook tonight."
Logan slumped against her with a groan.
"Do I hav'ta?"
She laughed. Her hands strayed down to his buttocks and she grasped him tightly, wriggling against him until he moaned in frustration.
"No main course." She whispered. "No dessert."
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