Apocalypsis 02 - Warpaint

I don’t want to hurt you right now, unlike before when I wanted to kill you.”
    He took four slow steps towards me until we were face-to-face, his feet crunching some twigs. “Well dat’s a good thing, den. I like it more when you want to kiss me den when you want to kill me.”
    I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him against me, loving the solid feel of his body as it bumped into mine, the scent of him coming up and surrounding me. “Shut up, Bodo.”
    He smiled and dipped his head down to meet mine. Our lips came together in an urgent kiss, all the frustration, anger, surprise, attraction, and respect we had for each other converging into one messy, exciting emotion. It spilled over out of my heart and brain to overwhelm my senses. I wanted all of him and more. Every memory of every stupid thing he’d done to annoy me disappeared and was replaced with the vision of him as he came walking out of the swamp that first day we were here, soaking wet, pulling off his shirt and acting like I’d gotten him into the water on purpose so he’d have to strip down. He was sexy, funny, gorgeous, and had trained hawks to hunt for him. What’s not to love?
    Bodo wrapped his arm around my upper body and slowly lowered me to the ground. I didn’t fight him at all. I just wanted to feel more of him, and he was apparently thinking the same thing. We laid together, running our hands all over each others’ bodies, and I reveled not only in the sensations he was making me experience but also the feel of his muscles flexing and stretching beneath my hands.
    He was on top of me now, and I could feel his hardness pressing against me. I wrapped my legs around him without conscious thought, just trying to get our bodies closer and touching in the most intimate places.
    His kisses were sending me reeling. I’d never been kissed like this, ever . He only stopped to move his lips to my neck or chest, and I didn’t know which I liked best. When he wasn’t at my mouth, I longed for his tongue there. When he was tangling his tongue with mine, my neck and chest felt empty and needy. I wanted him everywhere, all at once.
    “Bryn, I can’t stop here,” he said with effort, in between kisses. “I want to do dis with you. Do you know what I’m saying?”
    “Yes. I do, too. But we can’t!” I was freaking out. My hormones were wrestling with my brain and my brain was losing. I could feel my resolve slipping away. The things I had talked to Peter about were dissolving in my memory to be replaced by the heat that was rising up to consume me.
    “I have a way. Please, let me do dis.”
    “Okay. Just do it. Whatever. I don’t care.” I reached down to touch Bodo where I knew he’d like it most.
    He sucked in a sharp breath and then moaned a little. “Oh, God, Bryn, dat’s not a good idea. Not yet. Just wait.” He pushed up my shirt and I released him to help take it off. He pushed my bra up too and took a few seconds to put his mouth to my breast. I nearly died at the shocks of sensation that flew up and down from there. I didn’t know if he was sucking or biting, but whatever it was, I didn’t want him to stop.
    His hand went down to my shorts, making quick work of the button and zipper. I pushed them and my panties down, stopping to undo his pants too while my hand was there. Neither of us bothered taking our clothes the rest of the way off, leaving everything at our ankles in our hurry to get back to the fun stuff.
    The next thing I felt was his hand in my most intimate spot. His fingers stroked me and instantly ratcheted up the sexy level to a place where I could no longer think straight. All I wanted was to feel more, and to ride this roller coaster car to the top of the peak and fly down the other side of the mountain. Something was building in me, making me move myself against him, guiding his fingers into doing something that I didn’t even really understand.
    “Something’s happening,” I gasped, nearly crying with the sweet ache of it.
    “Chust keep going. Don’t wait for me.”
    I reached down and took his length in my hand, reveling in the sounds that came from his throat in response. I stroked it in rhythm with his hand, now moaning along with him, unable to stop myself. Our hands were smashed between us, not in the most comfortable of positions, but neither of us cared. We were kissing and moaning and grinding and stroking while something took both of us over. Something big.
    I felt the crescendo