Devon Hartford - Painless

“No,” he chuckled. “I meant when I came. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before. I mean, like, ever. You don’t have any bullet holes in you, do you?”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“From when I shot my load?”

“Not getting it.”

“It felt like bullets to me.”

I laughed. “That’s lameballs.”

“I was thinking flameballs.”

“I thought you said it was bullets.”

He snickered, “Flameballs sounds way better than bulletballs, don’t you think?”

I rolled over on the bench to my side and smiled at him. “You’re such an idiot, agápi mou .”

He grinned, “That’s why you love me.” He leaned forward and kissed me softly.

Before I knew it, our kiss had deepened sensually and I felt turned on all over again.

After awhile, I pulled away and smiled, “I’ve never had sex on a mountain top before.”

“I’ve never had sex on this bench before,” he said.

“Really?”

“I told you before, this place is sacred. I’ve never brought any women up here.”

“But you brought me,” I smiled.

“Yup. And now this place is officially consecrated ground. If any other women ever comes up here,” he chuckled, “I think the ground will swallow them up.”

“I think we were almost swallowed up when you were inside me earlier,” I grinned.

“You keep talking like that, and I’m going to have to do it again,” he purred.

“Okay, but how about we do it back at the house? It’s cold out here.” By cold, I meant I was completely naked outside in the middle of the night and I was chilly. If this had been D.C., we probably would’ve had frostbite and hypothermia by now. As it was, my teeth were wanting to chatter and I needed to warm up.

“Sounds good to me.” Christos stood up.

“You have dirt all over you.”

“Do I?” He looked down at himself. “I didn’t even notice.”

I had dirt on my knees and feet too, but he had a big patch on his ass, which was butt white, unlike the rest of his tan body. We’d both been getting sun since the start of Spring. “I can’t decide if I like the speedo tan you’ve got going or not.”

“If you want, we can go down to the nude beach by SDU where I saw you that time with Madison and Jake. Then we can lay out and erase our tan lines together.”

Madison and I had never gone back to that part of the beach since we realized it was nude. “Mmm, maybe not. How about we go with tan lines?”

“We can always lay out on the deck at home when my grandad is out.”

I loved how he called it our home. I smiled to myself as I put clothes on.

We both dressed.

I realized my T shirt was destroyed, but I managed to knot the ends together at my waist, over my bra. “You like?” I asked.

“You sort of look like Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island. But blonde and hotter. And after what we did on the bench, way dirtier.”

I almost asked him uncertainly if that was good. But that was the old me. The new me chuckled confidently, “And you loved it.”

“I did. And I love you, agápi mou. ” He leaned over and kissed me.

“And if you want any more of my dirty, you’re gonna have to catch me!” I turned and ran down the hill in the darkness.

I could feel Christos’ cum dripping into my panties as I ran. I didn’t care. I still felt like some primal woman from pre-history. I didn’t care about things like dirty underwear or doing laundry. All I cared about in that moment was the perfect specimen of manhood chasing after me, the one who had just mated with me. I felt so alive, I wanted him to take me again and prove his manliness.

The trail was rough and uneven, and I felt gravity pulling me faster than I was comfortable running, especially considering how dark it was.

But Christos’ boots were pounding right behind me.

I didn’t want him to catch me so easily.

I sped up my pace, focusing on where my feet fell and keeping my center of gravity low and balanced.

A thread of my old insecurity knitted my brows and a string of my ingrained civilized sanity spooled through my thoughts. I realized that my desire for Christos had me so turned on, I was being stupid. I mean, I was barreling downhill in the darkness. I could easily break an ankle or a leg. It scared me. I wondered if Christos might destroy me with his unrelenting abandon someday. I expected my old friend fear to snatch my confidence and devour me at any moment.

But I wasn’t that frightened girl any longer. I wasn’t going to let fear run my life.

I was a woman, and I was strong.

A powerful feminine force reared up inside me like a champion mare or a lioness on the tundra and it stomped out my fear decisively. Adrenalin and excitement poured into my veins and swam through my body.

Christos could only have me if he was strong enough to catch me.

I ran as fast as I could down the trail. I jumped over rocks and divots like an experienced huntress in her element until I was on the street below. Then I sprinted toward the house, Christos close behind.

We pounded up the stairs of our home together.

I knew Spiridon was out, so I wasn’t worried about the noise bothering him.

I stumbled into the bedroom and crashed onto the bed. We stripped our clothes off while giggling at each other and dove onto the bed, heedless of the dirt from the trail.

We knelt on the bed together, facing each other. I was brimming over with confidence because I was thrilled that I hadn’t tripped on the trail. I had navigated the rugged terrain in the darkness like a master. My success fueled my throbbing excitement.

I traced the script of the Fearless tattoo on Christos’ chest with my fingertip. “Maybe I should get a tattoo across my chest that says Fearless,” I grinned.

“What, and mar those perfect breasts? Nothing made by the hand of man could ever compare to your breasts, agápi mou . To tell you the truth, I’m a bit worried about capturing their perfection when I paint them.”

“You can totally do it,” I said dismissively. When I’d first met Christos, I would’ve cringed at his words and asked for reassurance he wasn’t lying. Now I took it in stride. But the truth was, I wasn’t really into tattoos for myself. I joked, “Okay, how about I get a tramp stamp that says Fearless instead?”

He chuckled, “Definitely go with the tramp stamp. That way, when I’m taking you from behind, I’ll be reminded how badass you are.”

“Because we both know I have a bad ass,” I quipped, “in a good way.”

“The best way. You have an ass that launched a thousand ships.”

I frowned, “Wait, that sounds like something having to do with farts. Like my ass shoots cannon ball farts or rocket fart blasts that blow the sails that power the ships.”

“All thousand of them,” Christos grinned and shook his head. “Your imagination knows no bounds, agápi mou . Neither of limits nor of propriety.”

“And you love it,” I laughed.

“I do,” he smiled.

We began kissing, naked on our knees, chest to chest on our bed. The passion from the mountain top erupted once again, having never completely cooled. But this time it was sweetly, silkily different. Our love making was quiet and intimate in contrast to the savage intensity and wild abandon before. This time, not just our bodies, but our hearts beat together in that timeless, ancient rhythm of man and woman in perfect union.

The bonding of our hearts brought a powerful immediacy. I was intimately aware of Christos as he thrust tenderly into me over and over again. His heat, his scent, his weight. But also his compassion, his tenderness, and his love. I felt our souls joining as our bodies came together. I could tell he felt it too. Our eyes were locked as pleasure swept through us in a shower of orgasmic release.