Only the Strongest Survive (30 page)

How could she
hate someone that loved her so much? She had been waiting for a man
like this forever. She had given up hope, thinking that men cared
about nothing but sex. She was convinced that they were incapable
of loving the way women do.

And then she
thought:
But then I used to
meet up with Philip for sex only, too. I can’t really say that I
was in love with him. I was very attracted to him and I was fond of
him, but in love?… No, not really. In fact he often got on my
nerves with his philosophizing.

When this
happened, she used to endure it for a while, then got up and went
home. This was another reason why she preferred to be at his place
rather than hers.
Oh, Philip
…

She moved
away from John slightly and again felt his hardness pressing
against her.
How can men sleep
with an erection?
She smiled.
Philip was not half as
well-endowed.
A strange energy filled her
body, she trembled and smiled again. Then she became serious and
berated herself for having such obscene thoughts.

She thought for a while longer, then her eyes
closed and she fell into a deep sleep.

*

They were
walking on the gravel next to a river and could barely hear each
other’s voices that were drowning in the sounds of the
fast
-flowing current. In some places the
water looked like champagne. The air was imbued with the cool,
refreshing spray, and the couple were happy and full of
life.

They had been
walking for only twenty minutes when a beautiful waterfall, about
fifteen feet high, appeared in front of them. Because the water
fell from such a height, it contained millions of small bubbles
that glistened like precious stones. This was paradise.

When they got
very close to the waterfall they were surrounded by a cloud of
small droplets. John took off his T-shirt to prevent it from
getting wet and she watched his wide shoulders and strong arms. His
skin was nicely tanned from the sun, indicating that he often
worked outside without a shirt on. Emely wanted him
badly.

She started running away from him, looking
back in the hope that he would understand she was playing. He
immediately embraced his role and began chasing her like a lion.
They ran around for a while next to the river, often nearly losing
their balance on the gravel.

He admitted
he had underestimated her strength. He had to try hard in order to
finally grab her by the thin leather belt around her elegant hips.
While he was pulling her toward him, the belt became undone and she
fell directly into the raging river. Within a second he came after
her, lifted her out as if she were a feather and carried her to the
grassy area nearby. When he saw a sunny place, he gently put her
down, adjusting her wet hair that was in her eyes. She was still
holding on to his arms for support and safety. She wanted him to
embrace her, but was not sure that he wanted her as much as she
wanted him. She looked admiringly at his handsome eyes and lips
that attracted her so much.

Emely
could last no longer; she had to have him.
Holding his head between her hands, she pulled it toward her.
Finally, their lips merged and their tongues became entwined. At
that moment she was a part of the universe, all that there is. They
became one and felt an incredible energy. Only a few moments
earlier she had been wet and trembling with cold and now she felt
just right in his arms.

She simply
had to undo his pants that still prevented the two of them from
being fully united as a man and a woman.

N
aked, he lay on top of her and
she felt him penetrate her. She was overcome by a wave of relief
and then a sharp pain. She gave a short scream, not expecting it to
hurt. Clenching her teeth in order to endure it more easily, her
pain soon became mingled with pleasure, filling her with feelings
of ecstasy the likes of which she had never imagined. She held on
to his body, stroking his hair, enjoying his kisses. At one moment
she looked at the sky and saw the white clouds watching her. Then
her eyes became dazzled by the sunshine and immediately her body
began writhing with orgasms that followed one after the other. It
was all too much for her. Her head swung from left to right, her
loud moans expressing the pleasure she was feeling. She opened her
eyes and became aware of reality.

The soft
grass
had disappeared. There was no sign
of the sun. Emely was lying in bed and instead of the sun an
artificial light was shining not far away. Next to her was a man
looking at her with his black eyes.
My God, John!

She was
breathing deeply, still feeling the energy that had only a few
seconds earlier raged inside her. Her fear was so
intense that it turned her heart into an
out-of-control pump that barely managed to push the blood around
her body. She was staring in his eyes, fearfully expecting what he
would do. It was just like her dream. Those wonderful lips of his
that attracted her so much. And those black eyes. She should push
him away, she should stay as cold as ice. She knew exactly what she
should do. But instead, she lay there, perfectly still, with her
mouth open, looking into his eyes. She wanted to resist temptation,
but didn’t have the strength. Her mind was telling her no, but her
body wanted his touch and she desired him as she had desired no man
before.

As if they
could read from each other’s eyes, their faces moved closer
together. Slowly, his lips approached hers. They both were rigid
with fear and they had nearly stopped breathing.

Emely still
had time to prevent a tragedy. All she had to do was turn her head
away and berate him angrily instead of waiting, trembling with
arousal.

John
was unable to stop, the attraction too strong,
the invisible magnetic forces demanding that they be united.
Immediately.

Their faces
were very close now and finally their lips touched, slowly and
gently at first, then more passionately. They were both overcome by
incredible relief
and finally, taking
courage, put their hands on each other. Time went still for
them.

He lay on top
of her and began kneading her back and neck. It felt so good that
she could not contain herself and thanked him with loud cries for
his kisses that excited every inch of her skin. She was floating as
if in space, she was in his arms and his strong fingers were
massaging her. She was
feeling more and
more relaxed and desired him beyond belief. She wanted him to take
all of her.

John
spent a long time kissing her lips, forehead,
and neck, and then he proceeded down to her breasts. For a while he
caressed her left breast, nibbling and sucking it, and then he
moved to the right. His hands, meanwhile, roamed all over her: her
legs, her stomach, her neck, her shoulders …. It was incredible.
Emely had never felt so relaxed, had never experienced anything
like it. She was moving her head side to side, enjoying the mixed
sensations. He was so skillful with his hands that he was able to
arouse and tickle her at the same time. He had not even penetrated
her and she was ready to climax. He was a unique lover.

She, too, was pressing on his shoulders,
neck, arms, stroking his head and ears. When his lips appeared
above hers again and he penetrated her mouth with his tongue, she
felt as if she had received a glass of water after a severe thirst.
That is how much she had wanted his kisses.

His tongue
traveled down along her neck, circled her breasts once more and
then stopped on her stomach, working it gently. He was unshaved so
his bristle was gently scratching her navel while his hands were on
her breasts again. “Oh, John …” she sighed.

She opened
her eyes, looking at the light bulb illuminating the room. She
thought she should not be doing this and grabbed his head with the
intention of pushing him away. Tensing the muscles in her arms,
instead of pushing him away and saving herself from all this sin,
she pushed him even lower, to her most private place.

This was when
it hit her for the first time. The first spasm was strong, followed
by a few short aftershocks. An orgasm, an explosion of her senses,
she was not there, for a few moments she thought she no longer
existed. “Please, don’t stop,” she begged as soon as she came back
to reality.

He gently
turned her onto her stomach and massaged her back while kissing her
behind her ears and on the neck, which sent waves of pleasurable
tingling down her back. She had to admit to herself that he was a
skilled lover who knew exactly where she was most sensitive and
that was where he put his hand or nibbled her lightly. “Please,
John, don’t stop.”

He spent over ten minutes working on her
back, rubbing her behind, kissing her all over. Her pleasure
surpassed all limits and she was close to another orgasm.

She wanted him from the front so that she
could look into his eyes and return his kisses. She used the first
moment his hands were not on her and quickly turned around. Her
reaction surprised him.

Emely
continued by pushing him onto his back and
climbing on top of him. She was in control, intending to take what
otherwise belonged to him but was hers now. He was so strong and
solid, not an ounce of fat on his stomach, every muscle clearly
visible.

She kissed
his chest and happily spent some time on his hairy stomach. Rubbing
herself on his firm body like a seal against the ice, she enjoyed
his surrender to her. Now it was
she who
was playing an active role and he was all hers.

His
surprisingly tender moans proved that her hot
lips were successful, which filled her with confidence to continue
even more daringly. He attracted her so much, she desired him so
much, and wanted to kiss every inch of his body.

During all
this he was still
caressing her breasts
and stroking her back or adjusting her hair that kept falling
forward. When he could take no more, he turned her over and took
her in his way, wanting to show her he was the boss.

This went on for over and hour and she was
beginning to wonder if he would ever penetrate her. She was
painfully aroused and her body was trembling with desire to finally
feel him inside.

As if
John could read her thoughts, he gently came
inside her and she exclaimed with relief. His tongue explored her
mouth and his left hand tenderly supported her head while their
bodies moved in a unified rhythm.

Emely
soon writhed in an orgasm, expressing her
pleasure loudly, stroking his hair while he was gently biting her
breasts.

He swayed
slowly at first, like a boat on calm seas, but after a while the
storm in him began to gain power and Emely could feel him more and
more. She had to admit
to herself that
this suited her even better.

Their lovemaking resembled a fierce struggle,
two wild animals fighting for life, but in this game, they were
both winners.

A few times
John became perfectly still and she knew he must be close to a
climax, but didn’t want to finish the battle that was giving them
both such pleasure. Emely kept climaxing, holding him close,
wishing he would stay there forever.

Finally he had to give in and began to
convulse with pleasure. It lasted for more than half a minute and
then, exhausted and powerless, he lay on top of her with all his
weight, breathing deeply.

They spent
quite some time enjoying being so close until tiredness carried
them off. Just before Emely fell asleep she thought John should go
to his own room, but she was too tired and it seemed simpler to
close her eyes and relinquish herself to sleep.

*

When in the
morning
Emely woke up in his arms, she
shuddered, as if someone had poured ice-cold water over her. For a
moment she thought that maybe it had all been just a dream, but she
knew something had happened that she absolutely should not have
allowed to happen. Forcefully, she freed herself from his embrace
and jumped out of bed.

John looked
around in fright. He had obviously been sound asleep, dreaming
sweet dreams when something kicked him in the stomach. His eyes
were only half open, the light from the bedside lamp making him
squint.

“Good morning,” he said in a friendly
voice.

“Morning,” she replied seriously while
putting on her underwear in a rush.

“I’ll make us breakfast.”

She said nothing, just stared at the wall as
she arranged her hair.

When
he
had gone upstairs, she sat on the
chair by the table.
How could
I have been so stupid? Now this idiot will think he’s free to do
anything.

Her thoughts
went a few hours back when she had been wrapped around him like a
snake
, and her face grimaced with
disgust. She waved her hand in front of her as if chasing away a
pesky fly.
I should’ve never
let him do that. Now he’ll never let me go.

Deliberately
she put on the most unattractive clothes she could find and
torturously climbed the stairs.