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TITLE: Pre-emptive Strike
AUTHOR: MidKnight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Revolution
SHIP: Charlie / Nate
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple
SYNOPSIS: WARNING: SPOILERS, E2. Charlie makes a decision to protect something very special to her and enlists Nate's help to do so before they reach Chicago.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Revolution. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
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Charlie watched as their little group set-up camp. It was still early, but the spot was perfect and she had seen rabbits and wanted to bag a few for their dinner. She looked across the camp to look at Nate, the newest addition to the group. Maggie still didn't trust him, but she did. He had saved her from what the men who had surprised and captured them had planned. She barely managed to quell a shudder at the thought at what might have happened which, brought her back to her speculative contemplation of Nate.
She looked away quickly and made a show of rummaging through her pack when he looked up and smiled at her. She'd been thinking about something as they traveled and as they would be reaching the outskirts of Chicago the next day and she didn't know what would happen when or if the found her uncle she had to act soon or forget about it. The young man was tall and lean with handsome, rugged features, but she liked his large, dark, expressive eyes the most. She liked him and felt like there was something, some connection between them, but what she had in mind was drastic. The fear from that night in the grounded airplane had stayed with her and gnawed at her and now outweighed the fear of asking Nate to help her relieve it. She worried at her lower lip for a moment and then stood, having made her decision.
Nate could feel Charlie's big; bright blue eyes on him and smiled to himself. This had turned into both his easiest and hardest assignments at the same time. Lying wasn't really in nature, but having to follow Charlie Matheson around surely wasn't a chore. He had felt an instant attraction to her the moment they'd met. She was gorgeous with angel's face with full, kissable lips framed by a wealth of luxurious, honey blonde hair and a lithe, curvaceous figure with, he freely admitted, high, pert breasts and an ass that just wouldn't quit. It took an effort not to stare as he followed along behind her. Not, only that, she was smart as a whip and their was fire and steel in her that he admired. He even felt a little guilty taking advantage of her trusting nature, but he had a job to do.
She walked over and he rose to his feet with a greeting smile. She could feel both Maggie and Aaron surreptitiously watching them and she shifted slightly to have her back to them and she was squarely between them and him. "I saw some rabbits earlier. Would you like to come and hunt them down with me?" She asked him trying to be casual while nervously tucking a stray lock of her hair out of her face and behind her ear. His brow furrowed with a frown for a brief moment and then he nodded his agreement and reached for his bow.
He knew she was a good hunter, better than him and could most likely bag more rabbits and quicker without him, but he didn't have any problems spending some time alone with her. "We're going to go hunt rabbits for dinner. Get the fire going and fetch some water. We'll be back in before sundown." She told the rest of the group and before they could make any comments or protests she walked off into the woods.
There was a good two and a half hours before sundown and Nate knew they could have more than enough rabbits and be back in an hour or so, but he made no comment, just checked his quiver and followed her lead. After they had gone a little ways she slowed down until they were walking side by side. He kept pace with her and followed without comment when she went off the beaten path and deeper into the woods. "So, why am I really out here?" He finally wondered as the silence between them became strained. "I need your help." She told him after a short pause. "To hunt rabbits? Really?" He queried incredulously with an unconvinced snort and stopped so that she had to do the same and turn to face him when he didn't follow.
"No, not to hunt rabbits. We'll set snares for that. I need your help with something else." She finally responded and closed the distance between them. She hadn't been sure how to broach the subject, but he had given her an opening. "Something else?" He wondered with a curious frown and a speculative narrowing of his eyes. His frown deepened as her usually bold eyes dropped away from his and she fidgeted. In the short time that he'd known her, she had never fidgeted.
He watched as she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders before returning her gaze to his. "I want us to have sex. I want to give you my virginity." She told him and he felt his jaw drop and his eyes go wide. He blinked as he tried to process her request. "Errrr... Come again?" He queried in a strangled voice and swallowed hard to wet his suddenly dry throat. She pinned her lip behind her teeth for a moment. "I want to have sex with you. The men who caught me, Maggie and Aaron on that plane were going to rape me and there is no way to know if I won't end up in that situation again. I want to be the one who decides when and with whom I have my first sexual experience. Would you do that for me?" She explained and then pleaded.
Nate let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. It took his mind a while to understand what she was saying, but his body seemed to have got the just somewhat faster as his boxers and trousers were suddenly a size or two too small for him and his erection throbbed against his flat stomach. He shifted his bow to cover his crotch. "I... I don't think that's a good idea..." He started and her shoulders dropped. "Please... Don't get me wrong. You are beautiful and I would love nothing more than to... To do that with you, but... But, you shouldn't have to do something like that with someone you don't love or out of fear." He tried to explain what he meant with more clarity. "I... I'll protect you... I won't let anything like that happen to you." He found himself promising with honest intent, fully aware of the conflict interest, but still truly meaning it.
"Can you guarantee that?" She asked, stepping even closer. Tension radiated off her like heat and there was an intensity in the deep blue pools of her eyes that almost made him back up, but he stood his ground. "Can you? Honestly?" Charlie insisted, her heart racing. He was a guy and she was offering him sex... She really hadn't expected there to be an argument, but somehow it endeared him to her even more. She didn't have many, hell any choice of candidates, but now she felt even surer about it.
He was lost in her beauty and fire for a moment, but her question was a valid one. The blackout had changed the world, but living with it for fifteen years had changed humanity. " No... No, I can't guarantee that." He had to admit and then her lips were pressed against his. He froze for a moment and then he dropped his bow and quiver to wrap his arms around her while her crossbow clattered to the ground as she threw her arms around his neck. His strong fingers wormed their way into her hair to cradle her head and shift it as he returned her kiss and tilted her head to cement their lip lock.
He may have protested, but there was no way to disguise that he was indeed up to the task. She could feel the hot throbbing bulge of his erection press against her belly through the thin material of her top and the denim of his trousers as she instinctively rocked against him. His lips vibrated against hers as he groaned while his other hand slid down her back and his strong hand clutched at her ass and pulled her tighter against him, which made her moan in response. Her eyes fluttered closed and she opened her lips under the insistent probing of his tongue so that it could explore her mouth and dance with her own.
She had kissed him, but now he was kissing her and she ceded control willing, luxuriating in the surrender and the thrill of it. She had never actually been kissed before. She had felt the blossom of arousal as she considered what she wanted to do with Nate, but with the touch of his lips it had spiked, awakening her body in a way she had not felt before. Her skin seemed to blaze and pulse while her breasts and her now taut nipples tingled as they pressed into his chest, and her sex twisted and flexed hit and wet against itself. She didn't know if she wanted to press forward against the solid heat of his body or back into his fondling hand. He kissed her until she was breathless and lightheaded, but she still tried to follow his lips with a dissatisfied whine when they retreated and he stepped back.
They stared at each other, breathing hard. "I want it to be my choice and I want it to be you." She told him when she could find her voice before she let her tongue make a slow circuit of her kiss-swollen lips chasing the taste of him. Nate echoed her unconsciously. The feel of her lingered and his dick throbbed in the tight confines of his underwear. He would betray her eventually, it was inevitable, she was leading him to her uncle, the goal of his mission, and he was going to hurt her anyway. If he gave her what she was asking for that betrayal would be much deeper, but God help him he wanted her too. He watched as she rather fetchingly worried at her full lower lip before shrugging off her jacket and letting it drop to the forest floor.
Charlie could see that the kiss had affected him as much as it did her, but still he seemed hesitant. She reached for the hem of her tee and pulled both it and the camisole she wore underneath up and off over her head leaving her naked from the waist up. Goose pimples rippled up along her skin in response to the cool air under the trees at odds with the heat that blossomed from the way his eyes swept over her exposed body. "I know you want me. Just... Just let it happen." She told him as she closed the distance he had created and then they were kissing again, hard and hungry.
His resolve was crumbling fast as she exposed her breasts and trim, flat stomach to him. He couldn't stop himself from kissing her back and it took every ounce of willpower to cup her cheeks and tear her lips from his. He stared into her eyes, feeling her need, knowing that she could see his as well, but still trying to deny it. "Charlie..." He started, racking his brain, trying to find an explanation that would not blow his cover and endanger his mission.
She took his hand off her cheek and molded it over the firm, warm globe of her breast and he felt her hard, brown nipple press into his palm and then the racing beat of her heart. He started to say her name again, but he cut off at the first syllable and groaned as she cupped the bulge in the front of his trousers and caressed his length. Nate clenched his teeth as the heat and pressure of her hand translated into a surge of pleasure that tightened his balls and stomach. "I'm sorry." He apologized softly under his breath as he surrendered and again captured her lips, squeezing and caressing her breast before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tight against him.
They nipped, sucked and licked at each other mouths as he backed them up and out of the clearing towards the base of one of the trees and the bed of fallen leaves beneath it. He pressed her up against the trunk of the tree, protecting her back from the rough bark with his arms as they kissed and ground against each other. He was surprised when her hands tightened in his hair and she pulled his lips from hers. They were both breathing hard and her heaving chest pressed her breasts against his. "Damn, you are beautiful." He complimented her breathily and watched a blush flash onto her cheeks at his compliment that hadn't when she so unceremoniously unveiled her breasts to him.
"Just... Just one thing... You... You can't spill your... Your seed inside me." she cautioned him and he nodded, understanding the consequences. "I promise." He solemnly swore and then lifted his arms as she reached for his top and pulled it off over his head. He was glad he'd taken the precaution of hiding his militia brand under a leather wristband. She ran her hands over his hard, hairless chest and down his torso, testing his sculpted abs before she undid his belt. He caught her hands and stopped her from undoing his trousers. He raised her hands and pressed her knuckles to his lips. "Lie down." He instructed quietly and he watched her swallow nervously before she complied.
He followed her down onto the leafy carpet and both of them tossed aside a few fallen branches and stones that would have proved uncomfortable before he settled next to her on his side. It was her idea, but he could feel tension rolling off her in waves. She even jumped a little when he placed his hand lightly on her flat midriff. She let out a soft little moan as he caressed her smooth skin while he looked into her eyes. "If this is going to work, you'll need to try and relax, Charlie." He told her as he let his hand slide higher and felt her tremble.
"Kiss me." She countered. Charlie was certain she wanted this to happen, but she couldn't quite seem to master her nerves. The butterflies in her stomach battled with the other sensations of arousal as he caressed her midriff. His lips found hers and plundered them, his hand finding her breast of its own accord. She kissed him back, her tongue fencing with his in the arena of their sliding, sucking lips. Hot, delicious sparks of sensation skittered into her chest as his strong fingers flexed and massaged her breast and rolled he stiff peak of her nipple. Those sparks rippled down her body to pool and ignite and clench her core, burning away her apprehension and causing her to moan against his lips.
She wormed her fingers into his hair as he broke their kiss with a nip and a suck at her lower lip to nibble at her jaw line before kissing his way down the column of her throat. His lips and tongue left steamy blooms on her skin as they moved steadily downward. She whined in dissatisfaction when his hand left her breast, but then gasped as his mouth engulfed her nipple and he suckled and lightly nipped at it making her back arch on the surge of sensation. His hand blindly, but deftly undid the snaps on her jeans as his wonderful lips and tongue explored and alternated between her breasts and nipples making her moan and writhe slow as she tried to follow them.
His dick was so hard it almost hurt, but it was easy to force himself to concentrate on her as a delightful, wondrous distraction. He catalogued her reactions to his touch. Her skin was sumptuously smooth over hard, toned muscles that resisted the pressure of his fingers and shifted as she slowly pressed against them. He savored the taste of her in his mouth and her scent filled his nose, a strange, enchanting mixture of soap, honey, flowers and the salt tang of perspiration. The little sounds of surprise and delight that dripped from her lips reverberated in his ears and vibrated her lips against his skin as she started to nip and suck at the side of his neck and his shoulder. Her one hand skittered up and down or clutched at his back while the fingers of the other massaged his scalp as he worked his lips lower to find her breasts. Her nipples were dark brown tubes about the length and diameter of the first joint of his middle finger and sat on top of small, but puffy areola, the texture just a little rougher than the rest.
Charlie tensed with another gasp, her back arching off the leafy ground when he cupped her crotch to rub her sex through the material of her jeans and panties. She slowly settled back down, a sigh hissing from her lips followed by soft moans, and against the hard muscles of his shoulder as his strong, rubbing, circling finger sent tingling, skittering waves of delight into her and making the small of her back twitch and her sex flex and flood. She let go of his back and wormed her hand down between them and his hips bucked to press into her hand as she stroked his bulge.
She knew where this was rapidly heading and tried to kick off her boots, but without much success even when her attempts became more frantic when his hand backtracked and then wormed its way into her panties. His fingers dragging through the down of her pubes and across the skin beneath it sent a shiver down her spine. He grunted as her hand squeezed him when her hips jerked as fingers, for the first time not her own, began to explore her intimate flesh.
Nate found her moist, warm and open as he let his fingers explore her swollen folds. Her teeth tested his shoulders as he shifted from general exploration to rhythmic probing. He loved the little sounds she made deep in her throat as undulated against his hand at her crotch and his mouth at her breasts. " You... You have ... Have to get my... My boots off..." She instructed on a frustrated whine when her efforts to kick them off again resulted in failure once more. He heard her words, but had a hard time getting his body to follow the command, he was so intoxicated and enamored by her.
He did however want to see all of her naked and understood the logic of her request, it just took him a while to extricate his hand from her pants and release the turgid tip of her nipple from his lips while her stroking, squeezing hand didn't exactly help his coherency. He was breathing hard as he looked down at her and she looked up at him with need, her breasts rising and falling, her nipples glistening with his saliva. He wanted her so bad it hurt, but she was a relative innocent. He knew if they went any further he would not be able to turn back.
"Are you sure about this, Charlie?" He asked her one more time even though he couldn't stop his hand from caressing her flat midriff. She nodded slowly and then answered softly, but firmly: "Yes." He took a deep steadying breath and let it out slowly. He leaned down and kissed her gently for a number of delicious moments before sitting up. Nate took a moment to loosen his laces so that he could kick off his shoes before reaching for her boots, which she’d brought within his reach by drawing up her legs. He yanked each of them off in turn and then reached for her jeans. He just managed to get a grip on the material at her hips and she helped him by arching her back and lifting her behind when he tugged to drag them off her.
Nate ended up kneeling between her legs and staring down at her in only frayed, off-white cotton panties. He drank in the beauty of her smooth, feminine curves, plains and slopes dappled by the pale light. The way he stared at her increased the heat and tingling that flitted across her skin and fed the tension growing at her centre. She fought the urge to cover herself at the growing lust and heat in his eyes even as she reveled in the touch of his hands as they slid along, and caressed her legs, moving up onto her thighs and towards the waistband of the last piece of clothing she wore.
Charlie swallowed hard to wet her dry throat and planted her elbows firmly in the ground as a lever to lift her buttocks off the ground allowing him to peel her underwear down the curves of her hip and draw them down. She was slick with moisture and the damp cotton clung to her swollen folds for a moment before coming free as he drew her panties down to her knees. The air felt wonderfully cool against her superheated sex. Her feet were spread wide to either side of him, so, biting her lower lip, she lifted her leg to allow him to remove the cotton undergarment off that leg and he let gravity take care of the other. Her lip remained trapped behind her teeth as she kicked her panties aside and lay naked before him, butterflies of apprehension and anticipation fluttering her stomach.
His dick was drooling as it strained against the confines of his boxers, tapping against his belly in time with the thudding of his heart as he surveyed the honey blonde vision before him. His fingers tingled with the remembrance of the smooth warmth of her skin as he d and then unzipped his jeans. Nate sighed softly as some of the pressure eased and his dick tented his boxers through his undone pants. Her eyes that had been on his face slid down to his crotch and she half sat up as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and stretching it forward before pushing it and his pants down to his knees. He saw her eyes widen as his cock, free of its cloth prison lurched forward, hard and drooling as if to reach her of its own accord. The freedom felt good, but did little to ease the tension that had built in his balls.
She blinked slowly and sat all the way up, her eyes transfixed on his manhood. She measured him with her eyes, studying the first erect male member noting his pointed, helmeted tip, veined, curved length and girth that sprouted from a nest of dark curls that also covered his balls. He was about eight inches long and a little more than two wide and her apprehension spiked a little at the thought of all that maleness going inside her. Charlie stretched out her long, slender finger as if magnetically drawn to his hard shaft. She pulled her fingers back when it twitched just before she could touch it. Her eyes flicked to his face to find his heated gaze intent on her. She returned her attention to his dick and slowly wrapped her fingers around him.
He groaned softly above her as she explored the hot, greased, velvet-covered steel of his shaft. It throbbed against her gentle grip, virile life as she skimmed his length. She catalogued the feel of him as she slowly stroked up and down his length, barely remembering to breath and drawing more clear, slippery liquid from him. His groans grew louder and his breathing ragged before he caught her wrist and stilled her hand. She raised her eyes to meet his. "Christ, that feels good, but if you keep doing that I don't think I'll be able to give you what you asked for." He informed her in a strained tone.
"Okay." She agreed, not knowing how else to respond. "Charlie, lie back." He instructed quietly and the shuddering breath she took before complying did interesting things to her breasts. He could see the apprehension in her eyes, so he kept his movements slow, which also helped him solidify his control on his growing need for release. Nate shuffled his knees forward and closer between her legs and leaned over her. He splayed his fingers in the leaves between her arm and her side to take his weight as he lowered himself. Balanced on the tripod of his knees and hand he grasped himself and guided his manhood forward. Her sex radiated steamy heat and was slippery wet as he rubbed his dick head through her swollen folds to find her entrance. They both groaned softly at the friction and her hips twitched as he wedged himself into the snug portal of her entrance.
Nate remained poised like that; collecting himself as the intimate touch of his flesh to hers momentarily challenged his control. They were both breathing deep and slow, her wide, blue eyes searching his as the stiff points of her nipples surrounded by the warm pillows of her breasts rhythmically pressed into his chest as it expanded. Her fingers gripped the wrist of the arm that held his weight and walked its way up to grip his forearm. She nodded almost imperceptibly and, steering himself, he slowly drove his hips forward. Her breath tickled his lips when she gasped as he filled her, her slick, but taut, virgin channel reluctantly stretching around him with delicious friction and pulsing pressure as he slid steadily deeper.
Charlie found it hard to focus, her hand clutching at his solid forearm and blinked rapidly as she tried to process the sensation of a male member slowly stretching and filling her for the first time. It felt strange, but not bad. It tingled and made her heart race. Her sex flexed around the hot, throbbing steel of his shaft as it slowly slid deeper into her. His free hand found hers and his fingers twined with hers as she felt the pressure of him against the barrier of her virtue. He groaned deep in his throat and she moaned as he rocked his hips sliding back and forth inside her without going much deeper, just testing the barrier of her maiden hood.
"I'm sorry." He apologized softly, bring an uncomprehending frown to her brow before her back arched, her muscles tensing and a short, sharp cry exploded from her lips as a flash of fire and pain lashed through her when he thrust forward hard and unrelenting to tear through her hymen. She whined, her breath becoming a rapid pant as he continued to fill and stretch her truly virgin and unexplored flesh. Her channel clenched and twisted in an attempt to repel his invasion, but only seemed to heighten the sensation as she felt the fiery pulse of him as the shock of sudden pain subsided while he found her core.
Her short fingernails bit into his forearm and the back of his hand and she trembled underneath him. Nate clench his teeth and closed his eyes, hiding the grimace on her lovely features and allowing him to focus, feeling the hot puffs of her breaths against his lips as the velvet smugness of her slid along his length until he found her core and they were one. He then had to force himself to be still and keep his breathing even and steady to give her the time to adjust. He felt guilty at the unavoidable pain he'd caused her, but at the same time marveling at, and wanting to repeat the delicious surge of pleasure he had received.
Her body relaxed slowly and although her heart continued to race, her breathing steadied. She squirmed unconsciously in an attention to adjust to the hit throb of him where she had never felt anything before. When hers focused, she found his eyes closed and although he was still, it felt as if he were vibrating inside her. The simple act of breathing shifted them together and although she still felt a little discomfort, it was fading fast, washed away by waves of pickling pleasure as they ground against each other and her no-longer-virgin centre flexed and twisted around and tested the unyielding steel of its invader. A half-moan / half-sigh escaped her lips as she flooded hotly when she involuntarily undulated against him and he responded with a low groan. His breath bathed her face as he let it out long and slow before his eyes opened to find hers.
"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, concern clear in his deep voice. She wasn't sure exactly what okay was given the situation. She had been too young when her mother left, Maggie hadn't presumed and the talk she'd had with her father had been more of a biology lecture than anything else. But, despite the initial pain, she felt unharmed and with the hurdle of her maiden head out of the way and the return of pleasure, all she felt was anticipation and excitement. "Yes, I... I think I am." She replied and was a little surprise to see and feel him relax in relief, well sort of.
Her sex was snug and hot around him and she massaged his length with the rushing beat of her heart and the simplicity of her breathing. His dick throbbed in response while his balls were tight and churning and the need to move and seek pleasure and release warred with his will to remain still and allow her to adjust. Her hand released his forearm and her fingers tickled skin along his side until she reached and grasped his hip. "I want more." Charlie told him in a soft, needy, yet sexy and sultry voice that made his dick lurch in response. She raised her head and his lowered to meet her lips for a hungry kiss.
Her hand tightened on his hip and against his fingers for a moment and then relaxed, her features tightening with a grimace and a little whine when he started to rock his hips even as she kissed him fiercely. He took his cue from her passion and not her occasional grimaces of discomfort as he increased the length of his strokes. Her sex was a hot, pulsing, greased caress that surrounded his manhood with waves of friction and pleasure. She started to move with him as their lips separated and he trailed his down the column of her neck, his nose buried in her blonde tresses.
After a little experimenting they found a comfortable pace and rhythm, a sensual push and pull, and pump and grind. She no longer grimaced and puffs of rough, delighted sounds rode her panted breaths. Her lithe body, slid against his their skin lubricated by a slippery sheen of sweat despite the cooling temperature under the trees. Nate wanted to thrust harder, faster, to lose himself in her, but he remained mindful that he was doing this for her and of her stipulation. It already felt so damn good, that he wasn't sure he'd be able to withdraw when the time came if he didn't maintain at least some semblance of control. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how good she felt, how connected he felt to her, all he could manage we're strained grunts and groans against the smooth skin of her neck and shoulder.
He started to move as they kissed and her body responded without any conscious thought from her, her hips shifting in counterpoint to his. There were little, unexpected stabs of pain that were sprinkled in among her growing pleasure, but these soon faded as the pleasure became a constant that rose and felt, yet was always deliciously present. Had they truly been lover's there might have been soft words of endearment and encouragement, but as it was all that escaped her lips were moans that mingled with his grunts and groans as his body strained and flex above and inside her. She could feel a tension building at her centre, a sweet knot of energy that pulsed and grew with each journey of his manhood to her centre as well as its retreat.
All her apprehension and doubts, even the reasons for her initiating their tryst, faded away under the onslaught of wonderful sensations. She clutched at his hand and his hip, partially to brace herself and partially to encourage him. The growing ball of energy that swirled at her core started to send out radiating tendrils that made her start to quiver as her nerves flared and sang, and her blood pounded in her ears to the trip hammer beat of her racing heart. Her breath came short and sharp and on it rode soft little cries that she muffled against his skin.
He was getting close, the need for release growing as a knot of tension in his belly, the small of his back and an almost painful tightness to his nuts. But, he couldn't stop himself from thrusting faster, the wet slap of their flesh colliding mingling with her muffled cries and his growling grunts. He could feel her start to quiver, almost tremble as she writhed and clutched at him to join her body with his, her sex snug, hot and wet around his, getting close, but not quite there. He wanted to give her the whole experience, to give her the bliss of orgasm, but he was getting close fast and her stipulation remained in the foreground of his pleasure scattered thoughts.
Nate took a deep breath and gritting his teeth and thrust hard and then circled his hips to grind against her. Pleasure lashed through her and air seemed to be at a premium. Her skin blazed against his, tingling with the friction. Her muscles didn't seem to be her own, tensing and relaxing at random even as she strained to keep up with him, searching for something, she knew not what, but only that she wanted it. The tension at her core buzzed and pulsed, testing the ability of her flesh to contain it and then he slammed into her and ground against the live wire of her exposed clit. She gasped and time seemed to freeze, just for a moment as the roiling, expanding ball of energy in her loins contracted, stilled and coalesced as if held in a clenched fist.
Time returned when that fist unclenched and the energy burst forth to shatter her already unstable world. Her head whipped back into the leaves and loam underneath it and a wail ripped from her throat as the explosion of sexual energy carried sharp tension to all her muscles and curved her spine into a vibrating bow while pressing her tight up against. Her eyes went wide, Nate's face and the forest canopy above her going blurred as she frantically tried to catch her breath while her body and her mind tried to come to a consensus as to whether the intense sensation was painful or pleasurable. Her body shuddered and she gulped in deliciously cool lungful of air as the decision came down on the latter and all thought ceased as her eyelids fluttered closed and bliss carried her away.
Nate watched in fascination as Charlie reached her climax, her beautiful features going smooth and serene for a matter of a few rapid heartbeats before contorting into shocked surprise as she wailed and her belly pressed hard against his as her back curved off their leafy mattress to shudder against his. He gasped and then groaned. Her snug embrace constricted even further around him, squeezing and twisting even as he felt another hot flood of slippery cream surround him from her core. His hips moved with a mind of their own, humping him into although they were all but welded together already as he drank in the wonderful sight of her in the throes of release. He had been with one other woman before. His father had bought her for him in his fifteenth birthday, to celebrate him becoming a man. She had been older and nothing like the nubile angel he was entranced by at that moment.
A little pride and a lot of awe had him oblivious to the perilousness of his situation and her tight, greased, velvet caress started to rippled around him. His own need for release rushed over him like a firestorm. "Pull out! Pull out! Pull out!! You promised her! Pull out!" His mind frantically screamed at him as his balls tightened to the point of pain, but it felt so good to be where he was, to be inside her. He wanted to go deeper, to keep pumping, to find his release in her snug, inviting depths, not retreat as she moaned, whimpered and whines on pant breaths, her blonde hair a shifting golden halo around her face as her head thrashed slowly from side to side.
The roar that rumbled from his throat was part frustration and part determination as he untangled himself from her and with supreme effort withdrew from her. Her hands and her sex clutched at him, increasing the friction of his retreat and almost undid him. Free of her, the air felt cold around his slick, throbbing cock, but he only had a moment to register it as his nuts clenched in a sharp spasm along with his ass, the small of his back and his belly before he erupted. His cry of release came out stuttered as his aching cock sent heavy spurts of his seed arching onto Charlie's flat, quivering belly and sent intense bursts of pleasure rocketing into his loins to radiate out across his nerves. Nate shuddered and twitched as the energy of his release played havoc on his nerves and made his muscles misfire.
Charlie was lost in a world of powerful, new sensations that had her nerves in an uproar and her blood pounding in her nerves while her chest heaved as she tried to find enough air to cool her blazing lungs. Her body trembled with the effort of processing it. She felt joy and a strange sense of completion as her no longer virgin channel rippled around and squeezed at the hot, throbbing and unyielding steel of him. A part of her understood why he started to retreat, but that part was not in control of her body at that point and her sex and hands clutched at him to keep him where he was.
He overcame her efforts with a strained roar and she blinked to focus on him as he knelt between her legs, her sex clenching and pulsing against itself, mourning his sudden absence. Her gaze moved from his nearly anguished face down to his crotch in time to see him erupt where he was kneeling between her legs. His hard, muscular, body glistened with the sweat of their exertion as it jerked and his seed arched from his rampant staff to splash hotly onto her still quivering belly. He grunted and spurted several times in a shuddering tableau of masculine virility and then fell forward. She thought he was going to crush her, but at the last minute he managed to catch him self and with a groan rolled to the side.
Nate hissed in pain as he hit the ground next to her and something dug into his back. It took a lot more effort than he cared to admit to roll onto his side and reach around to dig out the stick he had landed on and toss it aside. His muscles still twitched with the after effect of his intensely powerful climax and his chest heaved with the effort of catching his breath. He kept his eyes facing the forest canopy above them, but was very aware of Charlie next to him, the gentle radiating heat of her and the counterpoint of her breathing to his. He heard a rustle of leaves and then felt her finger rest lightly over his hand. He splayed his fingers and she twined hers with his.
Her body finally relaxed, but muscles still occasionally twitched as echoes of her climax skittered along frayed, over sensitized nerves. She found his hand and twined her fingers with his, needing someone maintain some form of connection with, him, to anchor herself and to remind her that it, what they had done was real. She could feel the slippery, liquid heat of the small puddles of his essence as they shifted along the skin of her belly as she breathed as further proof. She felt energized, but at the same time drained. She wanted to scream out to the world how wonderful she felt, but at the same time was glad to float in the silence that had settled between them. It felt strange that it felt strange not to feel him inside her. But, time past as it does and the sun continued to lower and the sweat on her skin along with other things started to dry while well-used and never before used muscles began to complain.
"Are... Are you okay?" he asked her for the second time, his fingers tightened gently around hers. She knew she would be a little stiff and sore, she could already feel a dull, slowly throbbing sensation where her maiden hood had been torn, but she found she had nothing to complain about. She hadn't thought that sex would be so enjoyable; the clinical talk her father had given her had not eluded the things she'd felt with Nate, the euphoria and completeness she still felt were nothing she had expected. "I'm fine... Good actually." She replied when he squeezed her hand again. She wanted to ask him if he was okay too, but it didn't seem like something you asked a guy after sex.
Nate's concern had increased, the longer Charlie remained silent, but he figured, considering the enormity of what they'd done, what she'd offered and what he had so enjoyably accepted, it was a fairly complex question for its simple wording. It didn't make it any easier not ask her again as the silence stretched, but he closed his eyes and waited. He liked the feel of her fingers twined with his as the simple, innocent contact seemed to keep the less than innocent memories of the way she had felt underneath and around him vividly alive and real. He was still half afraid that when he opened his eyes it would all have been a dream, but taste of her was still on his lips and tongue, her sent mixed with the spice of arousal and physical exertion tantalized his nose and then there was her hand in his. He flexed his fingers against hers just to make sure and then she answered him and he released a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"That's good. Charlie, I... I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't... I couldn't... There wasn't... I'm sorry." He apologized haltingly; a little guilty that he had taken pleasure while, causing her pain although he knew the latter had been unavoidable. "No, You have nothing to be sorry for, Nate. You gave me, exactly, what I asked for. The men that ambushed us in that downed plane would not have been as considerate or gentle as you were. You were... You were wonderful... I... It was... It was really good... I... Thank you. Now, no matter what happens in the future, the memory of my first time will be a good one." She negated his apology and paid him a compliment.
Despite the intimacy they had just shared and that they were still both naked, it was her words that brought the heat of a sled-conscious blush to his cheeks. "You... You were wonderful too." He echoed her words, not finding the words of his own to express his experience with her. She produced a soft little sprinkle of nervous laughter. "Thank you." She thanked him shyly and then the silence returned between them.
Charlie bit her lower lip for a moment. "I think we need to get going." She suggested after awhile as a shiver ran through her as the temperature dropped with the lowering sun. "I need to get cleaned up." She noted as with a quick glance to check that he wasn't looking, she ran her fingertips through his cooling spunk on her belly and tested the silky, slippery texture between her thumb and forefinger. She fleetingly wonders if all guys came as much as Nate had. “And, we still need to try and snag some rabbits. We didn't set snares like I planned before we..." She let her words peter off into silence as she realized she wasn't sure what to call what they'd done exactly.
"Yeah... It's getting late and we wouldn't want Maggie to come looking for us right now. She doesn't really like me much as it is." He agreed and then he untangled his fingers from hers. The real world they lived in after The Blackout had prompted their tryst now ended it, as with the loss of contact the spell was broken. He rose quickly and started collecting her clothes and like eve after tasting the apple, Charlie was suddenly very aware of her nakedness. She didn't know if it was consciously for her benefit or if he was just intent and retrieving his clothes and getting dressed, but she was grateful that his eyes seemed to be everywhere but on her.
She sat up and retrieved a kerchief from her pants pocket and cleaned his cum of her belly as best she could as well as the spots of blood on the inside of her thighs. Charlie could still feel the echo of him inside her and she fought the urge to rub her thighs together to intensify the delicious sensation. Their time was over, but she would have something more than just fond remembrances. She carefully folded the now dirty square of cloth and tucked it back into her pants pocket before, with a soft groan, she got to her feet and dusted herself off before collecting her clothes and hurriedly putting them on.
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