Big Yellow Taxi

Good morning Daniel

Daniel followed the path that led away from Rowan's house.  At first he let the path lead him, keeping to the direction that her father had pointed him in.  But after a few minutes he realized he no longer had to look where he was going.  His instincts took over.  The sensation wasn't totally unfamiliar.  It happened to him often when he was hunting.  He didn't always have to rely on the tracks of the animal to guide him.  Sometimes he just seemed to know where the animal he was tracking had gone.  He had never had it happen when he was looking for a woman before.  But he had also never gone searching for a specific one before.  

The smell and feel of the air around him changed and Daniel knew he was getting closer to the water.  A few more steps and he could hear the quiet rush and bubble of the creek before he could see it.  He smiled when he saw Rowan's dogs curled together, enjoying the sunshine.  The pretzel thief didn't wake up.  Rowan's large black dog only opened his liquid brown eyes for a moment.  Once he saw that the man approaching was someone that he knew Rowan's sleepy guardian was more than happy to snuggle back into the warm body of the puppy next to him.  

The only thing that alarmed Daniel and made him pause was when he spotted what he guessed were Rowan's clothes hanging over the branch of a tree.  Whatever she was doing down by the water she was doing it naked.  He was torn between wanting to get a look at her and being nervous that he might startle her.  c*****g his head to the side, he listened carefully.  He could hear a voice.  It sounded like a woman singing.  His body moved towards the sound like it was no longer being controlled by his mind.  

His boots didn't make any sound as he walked slowly through the soft grass.  The sunlight was filtering down through the trees.  Rowan was sitting in a large patch of it.  Her hair was falling forward, leaving the graceful line of her spine exposed.  Her long legs dangled down and swung slightly to the tune of the song she was singing.  Like Daniel had assumed when he saw her clothes hanging from the tree she was completely naked.  Rowan looked so beautiful and natural that for a moment he was sure she was a selkie.  Only a woman on land, once she dove back into the water she would turn back into a seal.  If he could find her seal skin he might prevent her from returning to the water and take her home with him to be his wife.  It was just a silly story he had read in a book he borrowed from the library but at that moment he was certain that it was true.  

Before Daniel knew what he was doing, his feet had carried him right up to the water's edge.  He stood there staring down at her, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.  So many words were forming in his mind.  The first of them being an apology for his sudden presence in her personal space.  But when she looked up at him and smiled every word he ever knew disappeared from his mind.  

"Good morning Daniel," she gushed.  Rowan rose to her feet and picked up the scarf she was sitting on.  Daniel expected her to use the garment to cover her nakedness but she only slung it over her shoulders.  Her hair was hanging forward, covering her breasts and most of her torso.  Not only did she not make any move to cover herself, she slid her hands behind her neck and lifted the long curtain of her hair, tossing it behind her back.  

She revealed herself to him but she made no move to touch him.  Not yet.  Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Her one hand rose up to toy with a bit of fringe on the edge of her shawl.  Time seemed to slow down and speed up at the same time.  Daniel couldn't stop his eyes from roaming over her body and taking in all the little details of her.  From the chipped polish in her toenails all the way up to the stray turkey feather that had gotten caught in her hair.  The tops of her breasts were freckled but the soft undersides of them were pale and creamy.  Her pointed n*****s were the same soft shade of pink as her lips.  The dark patch of hair between her legs looked as soft and silky as the hair on her head.  

Every second that ticked by without him touching her felt like a thousand years of waiting.  But finally his hand started to slowly rise.  Rowan forced herself to keep perfectly still, only the rapid rise and fall of her chest revealing how anxious she was to be devoured by him.  Daniel was staring down at her breasts like they were hypnotizing him.  His hand was shaking as he reached forward to touch her.  She waited as long as she could stand it before her back arched her chest forward, pushing the tender flesh of her breast into his hand.  He didn't squeeze or grab at her.  His touch was feather light and when the rough pad of his thumb stroked over the hard bud of her n****e she felt an involuntary moan float out from between her lips.   

The soft sound that escaped her lips was the spark that started the fire between them blazing.  Daniel's lips crushed down on hers, sucking the air from her lungs.  The only time they stopped kissing was when he pulled the shawl from her shoulders and turned to spread it out over a soft patch of grass.  The soft breeze made the tall wildflowers around them dance.  The birds were silent in the trees.  

Rowan noticed that while he was more than happy to let her rid him of his boots and pants, Daniel hesitated when she grabbed for the hem of his shirt.  She sunk to her knees in front of him, grasping the base of his erection with her hand and pulling it away from the hard muscles of his stomach so she could plant a small wet kiss on the tip of it.  Starting down near her hand, she traced up the length of him before letting him sink the hard throbbing tip into her mouth.  She took as much of him into her mouth as she could without gagging.  

Once she had let him thrust into her mouth, Daniel's fear and embarrassment over his scars melted away.  He let Rowan pull him down onto the ground with her and when she said she wanted to feel his skin on hers he finally yanked his shirt off over his head and tossed it away into the grass.  He lay down on his back and let her roll on top of him.  Her hair fell down on either side of her head when she leaned forward to kiss him.  With her on top he had both of his hands free to touch her.  Daniel rubbed and grabbed at every part of her body he had been wanting to touch since the moment he saw her.  He ran his hand up and down the length of her slender thighs.  He touched her breasts, pinching at the hard points of her upturned n*****s until she was writhing and squirming on top of him.  He could feel the heat from between her legs against the base of his stomach.  And she was whispering things to him between kisses, telling him how much she wanted him and how good he was making her feel.  I need you.  I need you inside me so bad it hurts.  He had never had a girl say anything like that to him before.  

Grabbing her by the hips, he lifted and moved her body until the head of his d**k was pressing against her opening.  She was so wet he could feel the spot on his stomach where her slick fluid was dripping out of her.  The smell that was coming off her wet heat was driving him over the edge of self control.  She smelled womanly and earthy at the same time.  Like fresh pine needles and heaven mixed together.  

He sunk into her slowly, inching in to make sure he didn't hurt her.  Enough girls had made comments about the size of his manhood that Daniel knew he was larger than average.  Unlike other women he had been with in the past, Rowan hadn't remarked on it.  Daniel got the feeling from her that it wouldn't have mattered to her if he had a p***s the size of a pinky or an anaconda in his pants.  She only liked what was between his legs because it was attached to him.  That made him feel good in a way he didn't know was possible.  Feeling cared about and accepted for himself was new for him.

Daniel let go of Rowan's hips.  He didn't want to just start slamming into her, he wanted to let her go at her own pace.  She was tall, but her frame was small and delicate.  He was scared he might hurt her.  Rowan stopped kissing him and sat up.  She braced her hands against his chest and arched her back.  After a little shift of her hips she sunk down onto him with a low moan like she was sinking into a warm bath.  Her fingers curved in and her nails dug just slightly into the flesh of his chest.  One rotation of her hips and her walls were shuddering around him, the insides of her flooding with heat and fluids.

That was new.  In addition to her sweet flowy version of dirty talk, having a girl orgasm the moment he thrust inside her was also a new experience.  Rowan's arms went limp and she collapsed against his chest, mumbling an incoherent and very half hearted apology.  Daniel couldn't stop himself from chuckling a little at her performance and at himself for being nervous that he wouldn't be able to please her. 

Holding her gently against his chest, Daniel rolled Rowan onto her back and reached down to lift her legs so they were wrapped around his waist.  She was perfectly content to lay under him, staring up at his face as he rolled his hips into hers.  Her orgasm made her insides even more sensitive than they had been before and each time Daniel thrust inside her it sent a wave of pleasure rippling through her that was so strong it was difficult for her to see straight.  She focused on his face and the aura around his head that was gradually changing color.  The pale blues and grays that normally surrounded him were dissipating to make way for the flood of reds and oranges that came with being in a passionate embrace.  When he came his aura exploded with lightning streaks of red so deep and dark that they were the exact color of the sunflower Rowan had picked for him earlier that morning.