Chapter 30 – Proving Capable

They were in the tent for all of five seconds and Rave had already pulled her top over her head. It sailed off somewhere. John did not check. Dragging items into his inventory as he walked, he became naked bit by bit, while Rave left a trail of clothes on the way to the bed. In a naked embrace, they fell onto the bed.

A knot of messy bodies, they wrestled with no true goal. John only knew he wanted more of her. To touch more of her skin, a bit sticky after a day outdoors. To smell more of her scent, the slight peppermint note still clinging to her. To taste more of her, the salt and the sweetness of her being. They weren’t as clean as usual and nothing about that bothered him.

John did not care to even think about anything. When she framed his face with her hands, he just did what his instincts told him and pressed his lips on hers all over again. She was underneath him. Possibly for the first time, at least actively, he found himself on top.

He loved it. From the way her arched back pressed pebbled nipples against his chest to the feet that crossed behind his waist. Her cunt was pressing against his erection. She was as wet as he was hard. Immense heat radiated from her pussy lips, while he grinded against them. Mindlessly, he was moving his cock back and forth, sliding up and down her outer folds, slathering his manhood in the mixture of precum and pussy juices.

Rave moaned into his kiss, when his thumb found her clit. With slow, constant circles, he added to his thrusts. Grabbing her ass with the other hand, he inched ever closer to heaven. The juiciness of her behind spilled between his fingers.

With her entire body, she pushed against his dick. Rhythmically, she gyrated her hips, matching his pace. Already this was more than John could have ever dreamt of. She was so hot, so wet, so willing. The blood in his veins pumped. This was every bit an affirmation of a life worth living. Lips, glossy with their mixed saliva, opened and closed. The kiss continued, no break ever lasting long. Hazy eyes reflected his own. Sapphires dulled with lust and ignited by passion.

A flicker of reason rose in John’s mind. “Condom,” he mumbled into the kiss, turning his head to replace his backpack.

Rave turned his head back, “Ya don’t need it – I won’t get pregnant.”

He was too horny to distrust her on this or ask for further details. Electricity danced up and down his spine with every little motion he made, pressed so intensely into her quivering quim. Her heels pressed into the back of his hips. “I want to-“

“I need you to put it inside,” Rave gasped at the same time. Visibly, she had to make the effort to loosen her legs so he could pull back enough. John grabbed his cock. Angling the tip like he had seen so many times, yet never gotten to do himself, he rubbed it against her labia before slowly thrusting forwards. “Yeeeesssss,” Rave cried out loudly, overpowering his own groans.

The head of his cock sunk into her, then the upper parts of his shaft. His hand returned to rubbing her clit. Every coaxed out gasp was another reason to love her. Juicy, her ass trembled on his palm. All of her was trembling under him. That bottom-heavy frame of hers was sprawled out for him to see. The firm, petite breasts, the flat midriff, and the wide hips that he was becoming one with more and more.

“Deeper, tiger, come on,” Rave panted. She ran a hand through her pink hair, while giving him the sexiest gaze he had ever seen. Every centimetre he penetrated further was a struggle. She was tight, her wet folds trembled, and for all the lubrication John was not sure how far he could go. His entire being felt like it was being enveloped by the heat of her insides. The pleasure made even his non-existent thoughts swirl. “Oh yes!” she moaned.

He was all the way inside her.

John only realized that when he pressed against her thighs. There was nowhere deeper to go, he was pressed as tightly against and into her as could be. Windows opened at the edge of his vision. He ignored them all. The only thing that mattered was this moment. The bliss was barely even comparable to her mouth. He had survived, he was advancing and he needed to pump his load into her so desperately.

There was no resisting the impulse.

Balls tightened and he groaned. Twitching inside her, he spurted wave after wave of seed into her. Jolts of pleasure bounced through his mind. At first it felt fantastic, then the realization crept in. “Johnny, please tell me you didn’t just…?” Rave’s voice asked him while the last of the orgasm was spilling into her. The reality of the situation was…

“Yes,” he admitted and grabbed her curvy hips with his hands, “but I’m not done.” Proving his words, he slowly pulled out, revealing his still rock-hard erection. Whether it was willpower, high Libido, the sheer need, or youthful vigour, he was still hard and ready to prove himself.

“Yes!” Rave shouted, when he plunged back into her with more confidence. The pleasure of being enveloped by her all over again rippled through his being, but it was manageable. His fingers sunk a little deeper into her bubble butt and began the rhythmic in and out of her that he had craved since first seeing her. “Oh, tiger, yes, that’s it! Just like that, don’t stop!”

He lacked the braincells for any response. Every part of his brain was occupied by the unsophisticated wish to pound her into the mattress. The curving of her writhing back. The travels of her hands, ruffling the made bed and crumpling the sheets when she clawed at it. Her breasts rose and fell. Each thrust made her heave heavily, made her moan louder, made her shouts a little higher pitched. The pink crowns of her lovable chest cut through the air.

“Yes, yes, yes, yeeeees!” all motions came to one explosive end. “Stop, just – a mooooooomeeeeent!” A drawn out shout made John cease his motions. He would have needed to stop anyway. Her cunt was clenching down on his shaft and made it almost impossible to pull out.

Rave was gorgeous while the spasms had a hold of her. Expression blank with bliss, torso writhing, thighs pressing into the sides of his hips – all of it gorgeous. Each pulse around his shaft drenched their joined sexes a little more. And like that, he waited, sheathed fully inside her, until she said a single word.

“More.”

John tightened his hold on her hips and bowed over her. He knew he would, or should, be sore all over his thin body after this, but he did not care. Willing to wreck himself, he fucked her as hard and fast as he had to offer. “You like this?” he managed to ask that simple question.

“L-l-l-l-loooo-o-o-o-ovvvvvve iii-i-i-it!” she screamed. Her words were scrambled, the constant ‘PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!’ shaking her down to the vocal cords. He changed the angle slightly and her eyes went wide. “There! Right there! Ke-e-e-eeep go-i-i-i-i-ing!”

John had to violate that request for just one moment. To reach that spot that drove her crazy he repositioned himself. Bowed over her, her cunt and heart-shaped ass rolled up, he pressed back down into her. When he went back to it, he could see the overabundant wetness spill from her cunt. Her arms wrapped around his neck and they found each other in a sloppy, heated kiss. It was broken repeatedly by moans and cries.

“A-a-a-aaaa-hhh,” Rave was beyond words. As drunk on the moment as she was, she only cared for each time he penetrated her tight tunnel deeply. Keeping the pace, hitting the spot, making her scream, John had never felt more powerful and accomplished in his life. It was intoxicating, almost as addicting as the sensation he rapidly raced towards again.

This time there was resistance. He was not done until she came a second time. Driving hard and fast into her, he filled the room with the echoes of flesh slapping against flesh. Fingers clawed at his back. Breasts pushed against him. The hormones and adrenaline of their victory rushed through them both. John could practically smell it in the air, what he was doing to her. All of his body was primed to pump her full with another full load. His balls had long since refilled.

Rave’s whole body went tense. Her pussy clamped down on his cock. A different request accompanied it this time: “More.”

As best he could, John slowly pulled out of her clenching cunt and then hammered down in one swift descent. Over and over and over again, until her toes curled and her eyes rolled up. An expression he had thought only existed in images, staged or drawn, was right there underneath him. Her O-shaped mouth, her half-choked moans, her fluttering eyelids, the sight was too much and he could hold back no longer.

Balls deep inside her again, his cock tensed and pumped her pussy full with a second load of white hot seed. Cumming inside her after having fucked her silly was so much better even than the previous orgasm. Each spurt felt like a long overdue release.  Each second felt like an eternity. Each breath felt like it was the start of a lightning storm of bliss ravaging his insides.

It all ebbed away. Slowly, gradually, until he pulled out of her. A part of him wanted to continue. He knew that he could continue. The rest of him was too tired. He plopped down on the bed next to her. Groggily, she blinked. Her lips parted. If she had anything to say, she was out before she managed to do so.

And he passed out a second later.