Jen's Legacy.

She found the courage to do more than that, reaching over to him and touching him there, just as he was able to reach out and hold her breast, setting him trembling again.

She had seen his restless discomfort, often looking at her in that special way, but hesitant to seem too eager for her, and she knew the signs that betrayed him and that he could not hide from her now. He had not tried to hide anything of his feelings for her at any time, especially not earlier that morning. They would soon be able to get rid of this foolish hesitation that still seemed to come between them. It would not take long.

She'd heard a friend tell her that most men were hard-wired for sex at any time, any place, anywhere, if a woman were to tempt him. She had tempted him every step of the way, and she would need to be the one to save him from further suffering.

She didn’t need to say or do any more, seeing him smiling up at her thanking her with his eyes, and a look of gratitude as he took his sleeping bag off his pack, and opened it up onto the ground. She laid her staff aside and began to undress—soon done, with only her shirt and shorts to remove--and then helped him do the same as they came together and kissed as though they had not kissed for days. They were aware of how excited they both were for each other, and that there would not be this kind of hesitation or uncertainty the next time.

Even so, he hesitated, trying to slow himself down, afraid of overwhelming her.

He reached up and gently touched her between her legs as she moved closer to him, her nipples standing out upon her breasts in anticipation. She was just as excited and breathlessly eager as he was, but in her own way.

He could not avoid displaying his feelings for her, but he would soon discover her own equally aroused feelings in response to him.

“Are you sure, Claire? I am afraid of hurting you if we do this so often in my eagerness to make love to you. I didn’t hurt you this morning, did I? I know it was very difficult for you that first time you took all of me. You are not too sore?”

“Royce.” She touched him upon his mouth to halt his words of concern. “I want you to do this, remember? I approached you.” She kissed him, letting him feel her breasts against him. “And no, I am not sore. Whenever you get like this… whenever...” she held him for a moment… “as you are, you should let me know, and not hesitate to approach me. I will never refuse you. I need us to make love in this way just as much as you need to.”

She didn’t understand this sudden feeling that had taken over her body and her mind whenever she was close to Royce, which was all of the time now, but she was not going to question it either.

They helped each other lie down together, to touch, to caress, to find each other; no longer intimidated by what she could see of his aroused condition for her; just for her. With familiarity, he was no longer so intimidating.

They kissed as she brought him above her to go into her again, feeling her body tremble under his delicate touch. She opened herself up for him, wetting herself and him with saliva as he pushed slowly into her.

He sighed heavily (again... at last!) relaxed upon her breasts, holding his weight off her, kissing her as he moved steadily into her. She was already wet with anticipation, and that recognition drove him even more eagerly forward.

She raised her knees on either side of him, feeling him sliding into her, going slowly, but never hesitating for a second.

She felt a damp area on the sleeping bag on her back, from what they had done together before they’d set out this morning.

It would not take either of them long to be able to read each other, and there would be no hesitation after this. There had been no real hesitation this time once they each knew how the other felt. A look would do it; a raised eyebrow, a speculative clearing of the throat to catch the other’s attention; or she could leave her jacket and shirt open to reveal more of her breasts to him, inviting him to pay attention to her and to touch them, knowing that he would be unable to ignore her or them, or to leave her alone after that until they had made love again. Or she could even leave her shorts off to make it even easier.

Yes, that was what she would do.

She couldn’t easily fasten them anyway, with them being so snug around her waist, and they always tended to move lower on her. The only question to ask would be, how long would it be before he noticed her walking behind him like that.

She felt she could already answer that question. It would take just a matter of seconds, as though a cloud of pheromones, announcing her readiness for him had wafted from her to him, causing him to look back and notice her in that state, and then would advance upon her and take her again.

At this moment she was in heaven, having discovered love and intimacy with this man who had stormed into her life when she had most needed him, and had least expected him.

The only thing that was discomforting, was knowing that others would be worrying for her, but this man was her priority, to the exclusion of all other considerations.

She held him at his waist and helped him go into her, pulling him further onto her, then brought his head down to kiss her as he moved his hands onto her breasts. He had his eyes tightly closed and was focused upon just one thing, her, and making love to her.

He would not be long in coming; he never was, and then they could rest until he recovered for a more leisurely second time; almost a relaxed stroll in her body the next time, compared to that first mad sprint that he was powerless to slow down.

She began to look forward to the further progress they would make with each other, and which would happen between them each time they stopped now, and looked at each other in that special way.

She didn’t bother putting on her shorts after that, blushingly suggesting that they would only get wet again if she put them on, with him still leaking from her, with her body never seeming to close properly for a few minutes after he had been in her there, and the seams of her shorts might hurt her with the pressure against her sensitive body rubbing against his neck.

He liked to hear that. He really would go mad, tormented with the thought of her like that, sitting behind him on his shoulders, almost naked, except he would now be able to relieve his torment at any time just by putting her down and making love to her with nothing to get in their way. Especially if he left his shorts off too, and his shirt open, to cool down. He could be half dead with exhaustion by the time they got to the river. If they ever got to the river.

She knew the power of her body upon him, so, after she’d dressed as much as she needed to, decided to continue to leave her shirt and jacket open, so that he could reach up to find her breasts, any time he wanted to; even encouraging him to find that out about her before they even left.... Or he could reach back to caress her between her legs behind his neck, but likely to have them falling over if he gave in to those feelings, sensing her dampness behind him on his neck and with him as anxious to discover her again as she was to have him re-discover her.

She even told him that, setting his heart singing and threatening to drive him mad to re-engage with her before they even got started.

“How will I be able to survive the tormenting, the excitement, knowing that you are sitting behind me like that; open, exposed, and so vulnerable.”

“Always freely and easily accessible for you, Royce, any time you like. You know that now. We do not need to stumble over expressing our feelings or fumble clumsily with our words again. You may have me again, Royce, whenever you would like to. I will always want to feel you touching me and inside of me and coming, as excitedly as you do.”

They were beginning to understand each other.

At each of those stops they would be leaving behind enough evidence of them having made love, for a good tracker to know everything that they were doing with each other, where, and how often.

The rescue party may just find two inert, exhausted, and drained bodies on the trail, intimately intertwined with each other, still fucking like ferrets, helpless to separate, and both completely oblivious to the world around them.

Just after they’d set out again with her on his shoulders, she made up her mind about something else without telling him, dropping her lifejacket behind her to one side of the rough track, where he would not notice what she had done.

She would be too easily seen; too obvious, wearing that brightly colored thing if anyone flew near them or if they used it to signal anyone, and she no longer wanted either of them to be so easily found.