Page 24 of Wild Life (STEAM-y #2)

Iguana, Don’t You Wanna?

Aleki

“Tilt your hips back a little m-more.” I pressed my hand in on her lower abdomen, dead center between her hip bones, angling her pelvis back against me.

“Bend your knees a little.” I skated my hand lower, down the inside of her thigh, before tickling her kneecap.

“Ah, that’s perfect. Now, look straight ahead and c-control your breathing.” I moved my other hand to the base of her neck, correcting her position to open up her airway.

“Good girl. G-grip it with your hand and don’t let go.” I wrapped my hand around hers as she fisted my steel rod to demonstrate how to grip it properly.

Maris erupted with laughter, her body shaking and tears rolling down her cheeks.

“What?” I asked, completely confused, stepping away as she fell out of the proper form I had created.

“You sound like you’re directing a porno.”

“Pornography?” I clarified. I knew that it involved naked people having sex, but I’d never seen one in real life.

She nodded vigorously, unable to speak through her fit of laughter.

“Maris, be serious. This is im-por-tant for you to learn.” I sighed. Her habit of distraction took some getting used to. Focus came easily for me since there had been nothing in the way of it before she had arrived. But, Maris was constantly jumping from thought to thought, like a frog landing on lily pads.

“I’m sorry,” she wheezed out, gasping for air. “I keep picturing you with a mustache and a velvet jacket like some seventies porn lord.”

I grabbed the spear from her. From the way she was waving it around, this movie would quickly turn from pornographic to horror.

“Oh, come on.” She pressed a hand to my chest. “Don’t be a grump. It’s okay to have a little fun, you know.”

“You need to learn to hunt. What if s-something happens to me?” The possibility was real with the influx of storms or the threat of disease. It wasn’t a matter of if it ever happened, it would be when , for both of us. And if I was injured first, she would be left helpless—and very hungry.

She twisted her nose up at me, then flashed a brilliant smile. “What could possibly happen to you? You’re my Cryptid, remember? My mythical man-beast with the muscles of ten men and the invincibility of a superhero.”

We had made up from the speaking debacle and she was no longer freezing me out. To be honest, my assistance with her research was what had broken her force field of ice. She loved bats, and bringing her closer to them had brought her closer to me.

“You will need more skills than you already have to s-survive.” She had learned a few things from me, like how to harvest fruit from high trees and kindle a fire. Starting the fire wasn’t the issue for her, learning to keep it going was the challenge. Through a lot of practice, she had been able to start one to sterilize her research equipment, but none of that was worth it if she couldn’t hunt. Protein would keep her strong against the elements and was vital to her existence. This was a serious matter, and right now, she was too distracted to listen.

Her expression sharpened and her eyes narrowed. She sauntered up to me like she was ready to eat me alive. My tongue thickened in my mouth. She grabbed the spear from my hand and tossed it aside. “I have more skills than you could ever imagine, jungle boy.”

Her hands went to my solid chest, and though she was much smaller than me, I backtracked as she pushed me against the trunk of a tree, my back grazing the rough surface.

She tilted her head to the side and bit her bottom lip, and all I could focus on was how red it became under the pressure and how hard my cock was from the idea of it bleeding.

She put her hand on my neck and pulled me down, sealing her lips around mine. Since our first kiss, we hadn’t been able to control ourselves. Almost everything we did together somehow ended with our lips together and our tongues all tangled up.

Kissing awakened something that had been stagnant inside me, like I had been asleep for the past twenty-four years and had suddenly woken up drifting in the clouds. This had to be what heaven was like, if there was one.

I was lost in her, never reaching my fill. I clutched the fabric of her shirt at her waist, pulling her in, and she rubbed herself against my body, igniting a flame. She really was an expert at kindling fires, in more than one way.

My cock begged for her heat against her body.

She explored me, measuring each crevice of my abdomen with her fingers. Her teeth nipped at my lip between devouring kisses. I loved the variety, the unpredictability she brought to everything she touched. It was an excitement I had never experienced before.

Her touch wandered to my loincloth, where she fisted my length in her hand. It was the first time she’d touched me there since she had wrapped her lips around me in the hut. The sound from my throat when she swiped her thumb over my sensitive tip was foreign to my ears, like a wild beast grunting amongst the trees.

I trailed my lips across her neck, kissing, sucking, and biting her soft skin. I wanted to mark her as mine, to leave my imprint forever.

“Aleki,” she moaned. “I need you.”

I needed her, too. I had been going at her pace ever since she had forgiven me, but my body was desperate for more. I wanted to touch every part of her, all at the same time. The feeling was urgent and suffocating—like if I didn’t, I’d die.

I pushed the hem of her shirt up, exposing her breasts. I bent down and licked the valley between them. They were perfect and her nipples were always pointy, commanding attention from under her clothes. I sealed my lips around a nipple and massaged it with my tongue. Her body arched into me, and she pumped my dick swiftly. It ached painfully to be somewhere different—somewhere deeper and tighter.

“Fuck me, Aleki. Please.” She wanted to help me hide it away, too.

I pulled the shirt over her head and growled as I took in her perfectly naked body. She was beautiful. My one stroke of fortune on this forsaken island. All mine.

She wrapped her legs around me when I lifted her, pressing her wetness against my waist. I lowered us to the ground, careful to lay her only on soft brush. Our kisses were frenzied, breaths rivaling the fervor of the birds chirping overhead. I swallowed each one of her tiny moans, stealing them away so they were only mine to hear.

“Do you know how to fuck?” she panted against my lips.

“No.” Obviously, I hadn’t. I didn’t know what I was doing—I was acting only on instinct. Raw, primal instinct.

“Tell me if you don’t want to. I’ll understand,” she said.

Her consideration was a product of her own overactive mind. At first, I had found her annoying, but I had quickly realized that it was because she had too much racing through her head. She didn’t just think about herself, she worried about everything else around her, including me. I now understood her frantic behavior and was touched by how she cared for me when she was clearly desperate to satisfy her own needs.

“I need to,” I murmured, ripping off my loincloth to free my cock to explore her.

“Do you want me to show you how satisfy a woman?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Lie down,” she instructed.

I lay next to her, and she climbed on top of me. Her knees were on either side of my hips, but she wasn’t touching me yet.

Her breathing was elevated, but her eyes were soft and gentle. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

I reached up and cradled her cheek, and she melted into my touch. “There’s no way you could ever hurt me.”

Her hand went to the base of my cock, and I watched with bated breath as she centered me in line with her core.

Then she lowered herself onto me, sheathing my tip. I had finally come home. Not my home back in New Zealand or any place of this world. This was my universal home. The home my soul belonged to.

I groaned with satisfaction.

“Are you okay?” She paused, my dick shallowly cloaked by her apex.

“Please. Keep going.” I yearned for more.

She carefully guided me into her, inch by inch, until gravity took over her efforts and carried her the rest of the way down.

We moaned in unison. I had never felt so whole in my life.

“Fuck, you’re so thick,” she murmured. She rolled her hips around, and her walls loosened around me. She was good at this, knowing all of these sexual secrets, and still, I hoped she knew how special this was for me. I was lucky my first time was with a woman like her.

“I’m going to do that again, okay?” she asked, her palms pressing into my chest.

All I could do was nod my consent.

She slid up and down on me, waxing my cock with her slick warmth. Each stroke built heat deep inside my abdomen that radiated through my body.

“Does it always feel like this?” I asked. I had only ever used my hand in this way, and her mouth had been far better. But this was indescribable.

“No, not like this,” she admitted, her swollen folds tapping against the base of my length. I was proud that I had given her something she hadn’t experienced before, like she had for me. “I love riding you.”

I watched her as she rode me at a steady pace, her flowy hair curtaining an expression of deep concentration on her face.

“You can go f-faster if you want,” I said, encouraging her. She was being careful not to break me. I could handle rougher.

She grinned and bit her lip again. I immediately hooked my finger under her chin and pulled her to me so I could nip at her juicy bottom lip.

Her movement picked up, and her breasts bounced mesmerizingly as she fucked me faster.

I didn’t know where to put my hands, so I settled on her hips, enjoying her work on top of me. It was like I was moving her, and that only made me stiffer inside her channel. Sexual control.

I dug my heels into the dirt so my hips could rise off the ground to meet her each time she descended on my shaft, and she tightened around me. She liked it, too.

In the middle of the jungle, she fucked me with a freedom I had never seen from her before.

Our hips moved chaotically as the blaze heightened between us. Her cries were as loud as my grunts. Every thrust of my hips brought me closer to release.

Then, suddenly, she screamed. She wasn’t hurt, and I didn’t stop. Her cry only spurred me on to drill into her harder. Her body bowed taking all of me, and I soon exploded into an inferno as pleasure ripped through my body. I filled her with my warm liquid, gripping her roughly and slamming her onto me to take every last drop.

“Fuck,” I cried out.

She collapsed onto my chest, her sweaty skin sliding against mine. I held her while the rush calmed.

After some time, she lifted onto her forearms, grinning brighter than a star. “Hey, you.”

I wove my fingers into her hair, and rubbed my nose against hers. “Hey, you.”

“How do you feel?” she asked.

Like a fucking god.

“Amazing,” I admitted. “Let’s do it again.”

“Woah, you gotta give yourself more time than that.”

“Why? I c-can never get my fill of you when you make me feel like I’ve been r-reborn.”

“Your dick needs a rest. Women can go multiple times, but men need a little break.”

I focused on where we were still joined. “But I’m ready.”

I would no longer be denying myself the sweet bliss I had experienced. The door had been opened, and I was never closing it again as long as she was willing and able.

She lifted her hips lightly, testing my statement. Warm semen seeped from inside her, down my base and onto my pelvis.

“Damn, that’s impressive,” she said in awe. “How are you hard again? This doesn’t happen to other guys.”

I grinned smugly. “I guess I’m not like most guys.”

She giggled as I flipped her over, still inside her pussy. I grabbed her leg and placed it over my shoulder, ready to fuck her into oblivion. And then I’d flip her over again and do it ten more times. My insides were awake, and there was no sedating them ever.

“Look,” she whispered, pointing to a branch overhead. “Is that an iguana?”

A giant lizard sat on the branch, its attention on us.

Keeping my gaze on the lizard, I pressed my finger to my lips, quieting her. With my dick still buried deep inside of her, I reached over for the spear and aimed it at the reptile.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

I launched the spear, narrowly missing the animal and hitting the branch, scaring him away so that he scurried down the tree and away from us.

“Why were you going to kill it?” she asked. Her leg fell from my shoulder, but I kept her hips in place, still connected to her by our intimate areas.

“For dinner. That’s what I was teaching you to hunt.”

Her whole face twisted. “Oh my God, you’ve been feeding me iguana this whole time?” Her belly heaved and she made strangled noises that only aroused me more—I kept picturing my cock in her mouth again, gagging her.

“If I didn’t, you would have starved.”

“A giant lizard? Ugh, that’s so gross.”

“Oh, be quiet. You loved when I put meat in your m-mouth.”

She blinked at me. “Did you just make a dirty joke?”

I didn’t understand her meaning.

“A sexual joke?” she clarified.

I grinned. “Maybe.”

Then I threw her leg back over my shoulder and thrust deep. She moaned, forgetting that she had survived off of iguana meat all this time.