A Luna Chained

Chapter 8 - Into the Woods

“The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power driiiiiive!” Livia sang out the open window.

“Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hiiiiiide!!” Ewan continued, getting as much into the tune as he could while still keeping his eyes on the road.

The tentative lovers had discovered a shared love of classic rock while on the road to the camp site, and they had spent the last 4 hours rocking out and singing aloud to Bruce Springsteen, Johnny Cash, Queen, and Journey.

By the time they reached the hiking trail, they were in good spirits, and feeling more connected than they had within the confines of the university. Livia’s fears about becoming indifferent to her former crush faded more with every passing note. And Ewan was simply falling more in love with the dynamic woman currently belting out The Boss in his passenger seat.

A short hike and some tent-raising teamwork later, the pair found themselves sitting in front of a roaring fire, enjoying the last blush of pinkish sunlight as it dipped below the horizon.

With the voice in her head no longer trying to dissuade her, Livia found herself falling for Ewan all over again over the course of the road trip. But instead of a schoolgirl crush on a cute boy in class, this time was different. The feeling that grew was a deep affection for a kindred spirit. They sang together, they laughed together, they talked about everything from the trivial to the profound. Ewan came out of his shell, and Livia felt safe.

In the fading light of the day, the two snuggled close and watched the firelight in comfortable silence.

“Hey, “ Ewan said softly, “How would you feel about making things official between you and me?”

Livia was surprised, but happily so. All the doubts that had been plaguing her in the last few months were melting away. Being with Ewan here in nature was a balm to her troubled soul.

She didn’t need to say a word, just smiled, nodded, and kissed him.

“OK, so it’s decided!” He could barely contain his excitement. “You’re mine…” He deepened the kiss. “...and I’m yours”

Deep in Livia’s mind, a tiny unwelcome twinge of sadness stirred, but she ignored it.

“I’m yours, and you’re mine” she agreed.

The words hung in the still twilight air, as if the trees themselves were listening. And in that moment, they both felt the instinctual pull of desire, drawing them closer.

Neither were virgins, but they had not yet fully consummated their fledgling relationship. And with this new pledge to each other, they both felt the s****l tension suddenly swell around them. They were both ready and more than willing.

Ewan felt the change physically, carnally. He moved a hand from her face to her breast, and she arched her back in response, pressing into him.

For the first time since before her birthday, Livia felt those butterflies again. She wanted him. She needed him. She ran her fingers through his auburn locks and down his neck, lightly caressing the delicate skin on the nape of his neck. He shivered in ecstasy. She knew that was one of his triggers and giggled, pulling away from his lips and nipping his ear playfully.

He laughed. “Oh is that how it’s gonna be?” He pulled her up, gave her a quick tickle, and spread their blanket onto the ground in front of the fire.

As soon as he was upright, she noticed what else was upright. His bulge was clearly visible through his loose hiking shorts. She grabbed hold of it, causing him to gasp.

“Easy...” he said with a devilish smile. “...I might need that later.”

Without a word, she slowly lowered to her knees and gently unzipped his fly, pulling the bulge free. It was harder than she’d expected. She ran her tongue over the length of his shaft, teasing the tip, tasting every inch. Then, she took as much of him into her mouth as she could.

The hike had left them both a little bit sweaty and the campfire gave them an unmistakable smoky aroma. He was sweet and musky, and the pheromones hit her like a high-speed train as she moved him in and out, sucking as hard as she dared. He groaned with pleasure, which turned her on even more. Her own earthy groans hummed into him from his extremity to his core, and he could barely stand it.

“Fuuuuck…” He could barely formulate words as he rocked and swayed, hardly able to remain standing.

Once he’d had his fill of her mouth, he swiftly pulled out and dropped to his knees. He took her face in his hands and looked her straight in the eyes.

“God, Livia, you’re so beautiful….” He murmured as he pulled her tank top and sports bra over her head and tossed them towards the tent. “I still can’t believe you’re here with me” He kissed her on her luscious mouth, her neck, her clavicle, and finally, swirled a tongue around her n****e before completely encasing it with his lips. He gently sucked, sending electric jolts of ecstacy to her core, and a rush of dampness into her panties.

“I was told…” she panted “...never to trust anything…. a man says when he has….an erection.”

He chuckled, and continued to suck one n****e, then the other, taking both her overflowing breasts in his hands.

“Then I’ll just tell you again once we’re done.” Without looking down, or taking his mouth from her breasts, he eased her backwards until they were both lying on the blanket.

He peeled off his shirt in one smooth motion and returned his mouth to hers, his tongue darting between her lips. She could scarcely breathe as she welcomed his tongue into her mouth, and his hands upon her body. She felt his caresses moving slowly from her face down her belly, and slip under her leggings. She eagerly raised her hips to meet his fingers.

“You’re so wet already! You must like me.” He whispered into her ear before plunging two fingers deep into her.

Livia cried out and arched her back. He'd touched her before, but this felt…different. She wanted to lose herself in this moment completely. Her guilt and doubts were finally gone.

He didn’t move but left his fingers buried inside her, feeling the warm wet muscles pulsing around them. She whimpered and started to grind her hips, wanting more. Instead of thrusting them in and out, though, he paused another moment, then curled his fingers upward. With strong swift strokes he continued, as if beckoning some unknown creature.

Livia panted and moaned as he hit just the right spot. He knew not to stop, and instead, shimmied her leggings down with his other hand, and pressed his face right into her mound. His tongue slipped between her folds and sought out her c**t, pressing firmly but gently, then flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

She couldn’t take it anymore. With a yelp, a stream of liquid gushed from her, soaking Ewan’s hand and the blanket underneath her.

“Wow…” He withdrew his dripping hand and wiped it on his unzipped khakis.

Livia was mortified. “Oh god, I’m so sorry!” She sat up and scooched away from the wet spot.

She pulled her knees up to her chest, convinced she’d ruined the moment.

The only sound was the crackling fire beside them, and in that silence, her anxiety came rushing back.