A Luna Chained

Chapter 9 - Taking the Plunge

Livia sat with her knees up and buried her face in them, her eyes filling with embarrassed tears.

"I'm so so sorry. I don't know what happened." She glanced at the dark, sopping wet patch on the blanket.

Ewan laughed. “Are you kidding? That is SO hot! I had no idea you were a squirter!” He ripped her leggings away, grabbed her ankles and dragged her back up to him. Then, he gestured to his hard, twitching c**k. “See?” He winked at her. He kicked his shorts away and positioned himself between her legs, giving his hips a cheeky waggle.

Reassured, she relaxed and gave him a coy smile. “Really?”

He nodded “I can’t believe you didn’t know. It’s a massively popular category on porn sites! Besides, it’s proof that I’m doing a good job.” He leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead, then her lips. “I want you to feel as amazing as you make me feel…” His voice was husky with emotion and arousal.

Livia’s confidence grew again. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a deep kiss.

“Then you know what to do,” She replied breathily. She shimmied a little closer, grinding up against him.

“Are you sure?” Ewan asked earnestly.

Livia reached down and pulled him right up to her entrance, so there was no mistaking what she wanted. He throbbed in her hand.

Before he took the plunge, he spoke.

“Livia, I don’t know if this is love, but if it is, then I do love you.”

She was a little taken aback by the confession, but at that moment, she loved him too.

“I feel the same.” She placed a tender hand on his freckled cheek. “Now shut up and f**k me.” she purred.

He didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He guided himself into position, and slowly pushed in, groaning with pleasure. Livia sighed in blissful release as she felt every inch enter her. He withdrew equally slowly until just the tip was still within and paused there a moment. He wanted to make sure that she was still OK.

She was more than ready. “Please, Ewan…” she moaned, squirming and shaking beneath him.

At the sound of his name on her lips, he lost all inhibition and rammed into her.

“YES!” Livia screamed with pleasure.

She thrust her hips in rhythm with his, matching every stroke with equal enthusiasm.

Ewan was surprised by how eager she was. Most women he'd been with had mostly just laid back and let him do the work. She was easily the most exhilarating partner he'd ever had.

She soared to a fever pitch, climaxing again and again. The feeling of her clenching and spasming around his c**k almost sent him over the edge, too, but he didn’t want to finish yet. He pulled out to take a breather and cool down a bit.

Livia was not having it.

She leapt onto him, pushing him backwards and climbing on top of him. She bit down on his neck, hard, but not hard enough to draw blood.

“Whoa.” he gasped, not expecting his new girlfriend to be so…feral.

Releasing his neck, she manoeuvred herself back onto his shaft and slowly slid up and down.

"You feel so f*****g good" She panted. "I want every inch of you."

Now completely lost in the throes of lust, Ewan grabbed her by the hips and bucked upwards, sinking himself to the hilt over and over again. Livia's screams of rapture echoed though the clearing, startling the wildlife, but inciting louder, more unrestrained grunts from Ewan.

Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust, transfixing his gaze. He sat up and clamped his mouth over a n****e as she continued to ride him.

Livia cried out as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, but she barely noticed the climax that pulsed through her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she was lost to the world.

Ewan took his chance. He heaved her trembling body upwards with one arm and slammed her back down onto the blanket. She hadn’t even finished climaxing when he drove his member deep into her and came like a firehose. Over and over. he convulsed, pumping his seed into her very depths, grunting and moaning, until he'd emptied every last drop. Even after he stopped spurting, he thrust into her, riding out the surges of their shared orgasm.

They both collapsed, sweating and panting, onto the rumpled blanket. It was a long time until they were able to catch their breath.

“Liv…?” Ewan eventually asked.

“Hmm?”

“Are you alright?” He was a little ashamed of his roughness.

“Definitely,” she sighed. She rolled over and cuddled into him. He slipped an arm around her and she settled her head onto his shoulder.

“Where did THAT come from?" He blurted out. "You were…something else for a moment there. Like a wild animal!”

“I’m not sure. I guess I just hit a point where I let my instinct take the wheel.” She laughed, “I hope that’s okay. If you don’t like it, I can - ”

“God no. It was amazing! You’re like my own little she-wolf.” He hugged her close and kissed the top of her head.“Just be careful with those fangs, ok? I think you left a mark...”

Livia giggled, then shivered. The fire was dying and the heat of their coupling was slowly dissipating. “I”m going to get another blanket." she announced, "Could you build the fire back up?”

She stood up, and felt a warm trickle down the inside of her leg. “Hmmm, maybe we should use a condom next time, just in case.” She kicked herself a little for not thinking to use one. The last thing Livia wanted was an unplanned pregnancy.

“Good plan” Ewan agreed. “I brought some just in case.” He smiled at the pale form silhouetted against the darkness of the trees.

She tugged out a towel from her bag and cleaned herself up, then threw on an oversized t-shirt she used as PJs.

When she returned to the campfire, it was tall and roaring once more. Ewan had pulled on his khaki shorts and was lounging in a camp chair, poking the coals around with a long stick. Under his ear, she noticed the bright red welt where she had bitten him.

She touched the mark. “I hope that doesn’t hurt too much. I’m sorry. I guess I got a little carried away.”

“I kind of liked it, actually”, he said, rubbing the mark. “You should do it again…”

Livia laughed and pulled up her own camp chair.

“Maybe I will. The night is still young!” She took his hand in hers and squeezed it. Maybe it was being out here in the woods, away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. She felt freer than she had in years. She wanted to run and jump and howl with joy.

“Your little she-wolf…” she chuckled, “I like that.” She let out a tiny howl.

He howled in response, and they both cracked up. Soon, they were laughing and howling, and making animal noises at each other and into the darkening wood.

Out here in the woods, there was nobody to hear them except the nocturnal creatures of the forest, and they could keep a secret.

Or so they thought.