Lena's River (4 page)

A dull ache began to pulse through Lena. If she was
going to stop this she’d better do it now because in five seconds it would be
too late. Five seconds went past and his kisses strayed to her temple, her
hair, her neck as his hands massaged her breast through her wool sweater.

“Oh, it’s been a long time. But I’m not sure this is a
good idea, Levi. I don’t usually jump into the sack right away.”
Oh so lame
- that line has been delivered by every horny person out there who has every
intention of jumping.

He pulled away and looked at her; his eyes reflected
back firelight. “Okay, but stop me now because I’m about ready to go too far, as
it is. You are so sexy, Lena. I’m not thinking clearly. I know I’m freaking you
out; I don’t mean to. I’m moving way too fast. Tell me to stop.”

“No, I mean you are moving fast, but I’m just as into
this as you are. You are a great kisser.” Lena lost her train of thought when
he kissed her again. His tongue searched her out. She imagined his tongue on
other parts of her body. Her breath quickened and she decided that she didn’t
want him to stop.

He was too delicious to pass up and it had been a long
dry spell. “Do you have any protection? I’m afraid I don’t.” She was breathless
with want.

“I do - I have condoms in my travel kit – in the truck.”
His voice was low and raspy.

“Okay, well you’d better lead me to your lair before I
change my mind.”

They parted briefly while Levi ran to his truck. He was
back before Lena had time to exhale.

Levi sought her hand and took her in his arms again,
kissing her hard. His eyes were on fire. She ran her hands through the thick
curls on his head and leaned into the thick protrusion in his pants. He took
her hand and placed it on him. She rubbed him with the palm of her hand through
his tight jeans and his breath became ragged. He groaned with pleasure.

“Oh my; you have no idea how good that feels.”

“Yes, I have an idea, believe me.” She liked the feel
of him, hard under her hand.

“Okay, come on.” He stepped over to the tent and
unzipped it; held the flap open for her and she bent down and went inside. She
sat down where she was; it was too dark to see. Levi followed her inside and
zipped the flap shut. “Welcome to my nylon palace.” He said with a small
chuckle.

“It’s a very dark palace.” Lena whispered.

“Hold on, I’ll find my lantern.” He felt around the
side of the sleeping bag and pad that were on the floor of the tent. “Here it
is.” He switched it on and small glow filled the tent. His bed consisted of a
big sleeping bag and thin air mattress; a small duffle bag and two books were
placed neatly alongside his bed.

“The tent still smells new.” Lena observed.

“Yeah? I try to keep it as tidy in here as possible.
The key is to open the tent flaps in the morning, if it’s not raining.” He
said.

“It does plenty of raining here. My cousin says
eventually we northwest people all end up with moss between our toes.” Lena
leaned forward and nuzzled his cheek.

“That’s funny, and a little bit disturbing.”

“Uh huh, well you haven’t checked out my toes yet.”

“Oh, I plan to cover every inch of you, believe me. You
are lovely; moss-covered or not.”

He cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her. Then he
lay back on his sleeping bag, kicking off his shoes as he did so. He stretched
out making room for her. Lena removed her bulky wool sweater and snuggled in
beside him on the sleeping bag. She ran her hand over his chest with her head
on his shoulder.

The muscles under his shirt flexed when she touched
him. She unbuttoned a few buttons and put her hand inside. She explored his
neckline and trailed her fingers down over his bare skin, across his collar
bone and down his chest. The dark hairs were curly; she felt for his nipple and
took it between her thumb and forefinger. He gasped and held his breath, then
unzipped his jeans.

He let her take him out; all the muscles in his belly
tensed when her finger tips touched him. She drew in air fast.

“Oh, oh my goodness...” She let her voice trail off
while she knelt over him and kissed it.

He groaned again and pushed himself against her hand,
wanting more. Her hand gripped his erection and she let her lips touch him,
light as a feather. She wanted to further excite him so she licked him with the
lightest of kisses. She stroked it up and down slowly, pressing on the head
with her thumb. He shuddered in her hand. Again she bent down and kissed away a
tiny drop of his desire and formed her lips and mouth around it, bringing him
deep into her mouth.

He stretched his arms out above his head and said her
name. His hand massaged the top of her head while his fingers laced through her
hair.

“Oh, man I love that, Lena.” His breathing increased as
her lips explored him and her hand gripped the base, massaging as she pleasured
him.

He began to move with her, increasing the rhythm of her
finger play. She sucked hard on the plump, oval tip of his head; wanting to
bring him a certain point but no further. Her tongue slid up and down on his
hard shaft and her hand felt his sac, tense and firm – waiting for imminent release.
She stroked his balls with her fingertips while her tongue teased the engorged
head. His breath was uneven. She watched the curled hairs on his chest as his
stomach muscles tightened and flexed. She thought about him coming on his belly
right then and how that turned her on. He groaned.

She stopped and looked up to him. He felt for the
package of condoms and she lay back on their narrow mattress. He pulled off her
jeans and removed the underwear. He paused as she pulled her t-shirt over her
head but left the bra. He stood on his knees and he was straight-erect -
pointing at her; he looked at her waiting, expectant. Again a drop formed on
the tip of him. She could almost feel the ache in him as the desire overtook
her as well. She grew very wet seeing him tower over her like this.

“You’re going to make me wait?” Lena smiled as she said
this.

“I just wanted to make sure this is what you want. I’m
about ready to go crazy but I always let the woman take the lead. Not that I’ve
been with that many. I’m trying to be a gentleman even though this thing wants
to take you hard.” He pointed to his erection and grabbed it, squeezing himself.
His dark eyes were on fire like coals burning.

“Take me then; I’m yours.” Lena whispered to him. He
stared into her eyes and lowered himself onto her. She grew wetter with
expectation. The moment before he entered her was a long moment.

He filled her, a centimeter at a time; he was slow and careful.
Levi slid into her and she wanted it – she wanted him. She was wet with wanting
him. He bore into her, setting off fire at her center. She spread her legs for
him, allowed him to enter her and her wanting became intense. Her thoughts
burned along with her body; words became indistinguishable from sensation. All
Lena could do was breath and feel him enter. The first time with this
near-stranger felt familiar.

She folded around him and sighed, gently tracing random
patterns on his back with her fingernails. He buried his face in her hair and
increased his rhythm, sensing her relax.

“Oh you feel so good, girl. Where have you been
hiding?”

Lena laughed to herself. It was the first with Levi and
she knew it would not be the last. She knew before this was even over that she
would want more. He pushed into her harder and his breath was sporadic, hot on
her neck. Their rhythm became slow and deliberate; each motion sending fire
through her groin and legs.

He propped up one elbow not breaking his motion, a hand
on her breast as he lifted up her bra. His lips sought her nipple and kissed
both of them, pushing her bra up, then he reached behind and released the
clasps.

“I’ve been neglecting these. Oh man, there is nothing
like a pair of beautiful tits like these.”

Lena was taken aback. “You think they’re beautiful? Did
you really say that?”

Levi stopped for a moment and held himself tight
against the upmost point inside her. Lena was pretty sure he couldn’t go any
further than that. Her eyes rolled back in the pleasure of the pressure of him
so deep in her. A fire was being stocked slow and fierce, like an ancient
craftsman at the forge. She braced against him to deepen the effect.

He looked surprised at her reaction: “Are you kidding
me? They are just the right handful - perfect. I can’t decide if I’d rather
stay where I am or give them the naughty attention they deserve.” His eyes
glinted in the lantern light, a mere smile on his lips.

Lena grabbed him around the waist and held on. “Don’t
you dare go anywhere! I’m not sure what you’re doing but it’s perfect. Just…
keep… moving.” She gasped and rotated her hips under him.

He continued to suck on her nipples, one at a time,
while she set a new pace – pushing down on his buttocks, driving him into her
harder. Her thighs tingled where they connected with his skin. He drove into
her harder; embedded deep within her. The pressure inside her ached with heat;
she could feel him fighting his own misery to release, but not yet. She slowed
her pace; by now she was very wet and panting. There was a dull throb all the
way from her clit to her backside and its intensity was rising.

Levi panted: “I’m not sure how much longer I can hold
out. It’s been a very long time… and you are making me ache like crazy.” He
rose up until his arms were straight and held himself in limbo over her, as if
doing a push up.

Lena ran her hand over the smooth definition of his
biceps. She felt him holding back, waiting for her, which just about sent her
over the edge. She rotated her hips just a little and squeezed down hard on him
inside until he groaned. She moved with him, wanting more. He lowered himself
again onto her, pulsing, their hips in rhythm together. Lena willed him to
deepen himself in her. Her body sought after him as he plunged into her. Levi
let out another soft moan near her ear. The intensity increased until he was
over the edge sending a shockwave through her. She felt a fire in her center
expand.

Lena held on one moment longer and then cried out as her
desire, trapped for too long, rushed into a cascade of sensation which rose and
fell, then peaked again as Levi held her hips and moved against her with his
own, molten desire.

Outside a night bird called out to the rising moon and
the cedars swayed with the Pacific breeze from the ocean.

Chapter Four

Lena awoke late the next morning in her own camper. The
sun had been up for a couple hours. She had slipped out of Levi’s tent in the middle
of the night with the excuse of visiting the ladies’ room. Levi hadn’t stirred
when she unzipped the tent flap and stepped out into the cold, night air.

Her bed was way more comfortable than the hard floor of
the tent with one narrow, air mattress shared between the two of them. Besides,
this way she avoided the chance of an awkward morning-after thing. Best to keep
things light.

Right now it was time to make coffee. The sun beckoned
her outdoors. She would have a relaxing cup of coffee at the picnic table and then
gather her fishing gear. Maybe she’d eat a muffin on the trail. She might have
to explain to Levi later why she’d disappeared.

Lena yawned and filled her tea pot with water and lit
the stove. She could hear birds outside high in the pines. It seemed like the
perfect morning.

There was a bang on the door. “Hey Lena, you’re missing
out on the catch of the day. The fish are biting, but not for long. It’s going
to be a warm one.”

Lena sighed and opened the door. Gina stood with her
arms crossed and a smirk on her face.

“Good morning, Gina. Okay, I’ll grab something to eat
and be ready in a little while.” Lena didn’t want to answer a barrage of
questions, nor did she feel like hurrying. Gina was a real drill sergeant when
it came to fishing.

“Uh huh, you look like hell, girl. Okay, I’ll let you
get your coffee.” Gina knew better than to press Lena. She turned to go and
called back over shoulder: “Bring your fly bag; they are hitting caddis but you
might have luck with something else.”

Lena took her time. She wanted to savor the settled,
slow pace of the morning and didn’t want to rush. Besides, she wanted some time
to remember the night before.

There was no denying the passions which had erupted
between them. At the same time Lena knew it was only a brief tryst; not an
encounter that would last. He was only a traveler passing through this area; she
might not even see him again.

Lena’s heart lurched at the thought.
That would be a
shame. Levi was a nice guy.

She decided to walk towards Levi’s camp on the way to
the river. She’d take the trail behind his campsite which meandered upstream.
As she approached his site she saw his truck was gone but the camp was tidy and
everything put away from last night. She ambled on by and headed to the river
with her bag slung over one shoulder. There was no hint as to where he had gone
and her camp chair still sat where she’d left it.