He was almost mauling her in his savagely moving hands!
"Christ, Laura baby, spread your legs wider… move your ass! Fuck it up at me, for God's sake! Fuck it up at me, baby!" he'd obscenely spewed down at her, abruptly dropping his lean, hard body heavily onto hers, his hips and buttocks pumping like a madman to make his deeply impaling cock massage the smooth wet walls of her vagina with a spellbinding sensation of delight that momentarily raised little uncontrollable whimpers into her throat! "Christ! I'm cumming, Laura…! I'm cummmiunnnggg…!"
Now, as she remembered, for that very first night of their honeymoon would always be vividly etched in her brain, there had been pain, but at that moment, of an entirely different variety… almost pleasureful…! It was all of the other things which had drowned that brief instant. His total disregard for her when she'd begged him to stop… his use of filthy, four-letter words which sickened her… his unhidable animalism when his orgasm took complete control over him!
And he hadn't changed, nor had she. Only the tolerance of accepting and accommodating him without knowing pain was different, and sometimes there was even a strange feeling of sensual excitement, but she knew it was all because of the "preliminaries", as medical men like to put it, the warm kisses and caresses preceding that unwanted moment of penetration, never the animalish act itself. Yet, it was her expected duty as a wife to play, and she intended to because she loved him so much. But, seven nights a week? God, for the first time in her life she'd found herself looking forward to her periods, and if it hadn't been for her convenient headaches now and then throughout the other three weeks of the months, she didn't know what she would do!
Last night, she'd avoided the whole performance with a faked headache. She'd been sorry after, wanting to hold him in her arms and kiss him, but after what he'd tried to do the day before… coming home with those two marijuana cigarettes… God! Had he actually thought she'd smoke one? "Look, honey, the weed has good as well as bad properties! Maybe that's what we… you… both of us need…!"
"You've got to be out of your mind, Kevin! Do you think for one minute I'm going to start using drugs to give you… your… your sexual kicks…?" she'd bitterly spat at him, unable to believe his intentions as she'd jumped up and ran from the room, locking their bedroom door.
Later, she'd came out to receive his apologies, which she had known would be forthcoming. He'd destroyed the cigarettes, flushing them down the toilet, almost begging her to forgive him, then insisting she sit on the terrace with a martini while he charcoal broiled steaks for their dinner. It had all been so beautiful, his gentle, loving attention all through the evening and in the bedroom… until he'd tried to move down in the bed and actually kiss her between the legs!
Oooohhh! All day, she'd lived with that depraved thought, the abrupt realization that she was married to a very lustful, if beautiful man, at last dawning on her in its full shocking entirety. But they loved one another… belonged together, and each had to give some measure, or they were going to break one another's hearts! God knows, she could never give in to perversion, yet that didn't mean that she wasn't wrong more often than not in their normal sexual encounters! She knew what it meant to him… and yes, more and more, it had even found her somewhat willing! Tell the truth, Laura, at least to yourself! There was something sensuously invigorating about having a tall, naked husband approach you with his… his protruding cock hardened and excited from the mere sight of your body… your rounded, swelling breasts and tanned, open thighs… knowing your soft, curl-fringed vaginal lips was where his loving eyes were feasting?
Yes! And the moment after she'd automatically mentioned a headache just minutes earlier, she had remembered! God, if only he would remain gentle and considerate of her; she was beginning to feel certain that given a little more time she could offer him everything he wanted in a wife! Perhaps, just a little bit sluttish too… but he was coming now with the wine… couldn't let him see her just sitting there daydreaming… The deliciousness for her was making him work for it… and then she was going to try very hard to make his efforts worthwhile, the wonderful, lover-darling…!
Eve Novak enticed the big, hesitating animal with an inbred, natural talent, drawing him toward where she sat on the rubber raft in her near-nakedness with cooing words and sounds.
"Come on, stranger. Don't be afraid. I won't bite you if you don't bite me. Come on, darling… that's it… closer… jump right into the water with Eve…!"
He had, but only after she'd coaxed him for ten solid minutes, and then by degrees inching closer with little whimpers, his gallant ears that junkie bastard had in his whole filthy body…!
"Oh, you are a darling!" Eve exclaimed, playfully hugging his wet, powerful neck while she tread water with one hand and her busy, long legs. A little whine escaped from deep in his throat as he began to easily swim with both their buoyant weight toward the shallow end where the wide steps ascended to the deck. "Who do you belong to, stranger? Where did you come from?" she went on, speaking to him as if he could understand her every word. "They certainly don't take very damn good care of you, do they? And you're such a big, strong handsome fellow…!"
He climbed the steps beside her, not trying to race ahead as dogs do, but waiting until she finally took her small hand from his mane before jogging far enough away to shake himself with a mighty tremor, water flying in all directions, but not reaching her.
"And you're a gentleman, too!" Eve said, laughing and feeling better than she had in several hours. She slipped on her bra-top, a wisp of black, see-through material which little more than suggested a covering for her firm, fully erect breasts, then tossed her towel around her shoulders and again surveyed the handsome stranger who had appeared out of nowhere at a time when his type of mute, lovable companionship she had sorely needed. "I-I think I'll call you Stranger, too… and damnit, I'm going to keep you, darling… at least, until someone comes after you! Then, I'm not so sure that I'll give you up! Whoever you belong to, they haven't even bothered tagging you… but Eve will, baby! From now on, you just may be her constant companion!"
The voluptuous, short-haired blonde beauty delightedly watched the big, majestic animal give himself one more severe shaking, then trot toward her, his warm, brown eyes glowing, his great jaws open with long, pink tongue wetly visible as if he were smiling at her in loving pleasure. He brushed his huge head against the soft dampness of her tanned thigh, whimpering as she reached down to pet him.
"Oh, you big doll!" Eve whispered, the warmth filling her at his open show of affection almost a sensuous emotion inside her. "Well, at least you're cleaner, Stranger… and what a beautiful coat of fur you have. I'll bet you just glisten when you're really bathed!" she added, the thought of doing exactly that, just as she had to Bo-Bo, suddenly adding to her excitement. "But you're probably starved, too… so, we'll take care of that first. Come on, darling! Let's go into the kitchen and see what Conchita has for you…!"
The big German shepherd unhesitantly followed along beside her. He had known a kind master and mistress before the man who kept him in the house on wheels to protect it. He had tried to be close to the man, but he was not gentle and often Stranger was hungry. The man had not closed the door of the house on wheels tight and it had been simple for him to open it and trot off. It was new country to him with great trees and mountains, easy to hide in and not be found by the man. Water to drink was plentiful and soon he would find food without killing any of the little animals in the forest, his keen instincts had told him, and now he knew this was so.