While the alpha and his guards were discussing the newest developments, the newfound travel companions were resting in the hidden cave.
It wasn't the coziest at first, and Alexander knew it. He had no intentions of letting Ayla lie on the hard, dusty floor.
He left the cave only long enough to find supplies to accomplish his goals. He did this by gathering snapped branches that he felt held soft enough leaves to use as bedding. Then he found long blades of soft feathery grasses and other soft grasses and leaves to lay on top to add more cushion to the area.
He was quite pleased with himself as he looked at the nest that nature provided at his feet.
Ayla looked at him, slightly puzzled. " What did you do this for" she asked.
"For you, obviously. Why would I let you sleep on the floor if I can make you a sort of bed to sleep on" he popped back with.
"Do you plan on sleeping with me" she asked as she was genuinely curious what he was thinking.
"No, I didn't plan on, but I. Welllll, I hadn't thought that far ahead actually. I just wanted to make sure you had something to sleep on. Wait, I don't plan on… how about before I answer, I clarify this question. It can be taken a lot of ways, and I don't want to upset you" and he stopped talking.
Ayla looked shocked yet intrigued. He was right, it could be taken a lot differently, but she meant, did he intend to sleep on the bed with her? Now her mind started to wander south, and she was not thinking clearly. Damnit, Alexander, "I'm sorry, I only originally meant to ask if you had interest in sleeping on the bed you made with me"
His eyebrow rose as his chin gave a slight tilt. He listened to her words carefully because he didn't want to make a mistake when answering. "Originally? Does that mean the intent behind your question is not the same as it was when you first asked"?
"I…well, that… the intent I had when I first asked is still the intent I had then. That doesn't mean… well" her cheeks were filling with a floral color as she was trying to keep her composure and think at the same time, but it wasn't working.
Just then, Alexander grabbed her hand, "It's okay, you are clearly uncomfortable, and I don't want to do that to you. I don't ever want to do that to you. Even if it is extremely adorable. You can have the bed, and I will watch over you. It seems to me that you have some people trying to get their hands on you, and I have no intention of letting that happen".
She looked at him, and the flush feeling that was once in her cheeks had now begun to move and was now trying to settle lower. A lot lower. She didn't know what to do as she had never felt any of this before.
Alexander went to pull his hand away as he was going to watch the entrance of the cave, but that wasn't the entrance that she wanted him at.
Before she knew what she was doing, her instinct was trying to take over. She had a warmth growing inside of her, a hunger that she had never known, and she needed to feed it. It appeared that Alexander was on the menu.
She clutched his hand tighter, and he turned to see the lust in her eyes and desire written all over her face, knowing instantly that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
The same warmth and hunger she felt had been creeping into him since they had grabbed hands at the waterfall to jump. Now, he only waited for her so he could let go and let his desires take over.
Slowly, he moved into her, placing his hands so that his fingers embraced her neck, so that they interlaced with each other, leaving his thumbs behind to just barely touch her face. As he did, he used the sides of his thumbs to deliver a small, gentle stroke to the lower sides of her cheeks that sent chills down her spine.
Together, they hesitantly leaned into each other just slightly. Both parties were nervous yet excited, and the impact was magical. It was like they were supposed to be there. They were meant for each other, and nothing else mattered.
It ignited the throes of passions that would not stop for hours as the two of them pushed the young female backward, until Ayla found herself against the wall of the cave. Kisses became deeper and more aggressive as they continued. Hands began to move over each other's surfaces as if they had known each other for a lifetime.
After a short time, wet clothes began to be removed, and it was as if they were never there to begin with in no time. Alexander pulled Ayla close and broke free from her kiss to whisper in her ear, "Are you sure" only for her to respond, "I've never been more sure of anything"
He gently picked her up, while her hands wrapped around his neck. He stepped forward, she kissed him passionately, and he took her to the bed he had made and laid her down with all the care in the world.
He wasn't sure of much, but he was sure of one thing: he didn't want to rush. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, he knew she didn't trust anyone and that this was her first time trusting anyone, so there was no doubt that he was he first everything. He wanted to take his time and appreciate her and the body that lay before him.
The kissing didn't stop, and neither did the exploration of his hands as he used them to make a map of every inch of her body. He wanted to memorize how every part of her felt with each part of each finger as he made his way around, almost teasing her.
He refused to touch her in her most sensitive spot for fear the heat and moisture would suck him in and he wouldn't be able to stop himself, so he saved it last.
Now that he had a perfectly etched map in his mind, his index finger faintly touched her as it rolled over her breasts and made its way down her abdomen as if it were on fire and looking for water to douse it. Finally, his hand made its way between her legs, and the tiny noises that had once been masked by the passionate kisses couldn't be masked anymore.
She couldn't help herself as he played with her most pleasurable and sensitive spots; the sounds forced themselves out of her like she was possessed.
The more she moaned, the more intense his hand motions became as he was feeling her warmth and moisture from within and out at the same time now. He was waiting for the right time to move further. With a sudden pulsation and gush of warm liquid dripping down his hand, he knew it was time.
She was enjoying the part so much that he didn't want to change a thing, but his appetite was growing more and more. He wanted her more than anything he had ever wanted in his life.
Slowly, when he couldn't take it anymore, he started to slide himself over between her legs, which were open and ready for him. He knew what she wanted, but he had been patient and made sure that she was well tended to first.
His passion never stopped, but for this, he wanted to slow it down. He wanted to start this part gently and with care. He knew in his heart that it was the right thing.
His lips left hers for what felt like the first time since they started as they made their way down her face, grazing her ear, followed by her neck. He gave her sweet, tasteful kisses as a shiver went down her body.
"I want to ask you again, are you sure? You can't take this back once I take it. This is the only part of yourself that you can only give once. I want to make sure you want to give it to me".
She knew what he was talking about, " How do you know I've never been with anyone" she asked sheepishly.
"That wasn't a yes, but I just know. It isn't anything you did. I trust you, and I know you haven't been with anyone. Even if you had, it wouldn't matter to me" he smiled.
She nodded her head, "Yes, I'm sure. I want you, currently I want you bad, so can you please shut up" she laughed.
He looked at her like he wanted to ravage her, devour her, but instead, he held back and started kissing her again. The hardest thing for him to do was control himself in that moment.
A few seconds later, his hips were drawing up to her, and she could feel him pressing against her. She knew within a short amount of time he would be in her, and the heat radiating from her grew, and he could feel it.
Instantly, he knew it was time as he applied just enough pressure to guide himself forward without hurting her more than the pleasurable amount. He knew some pain could be involved, but he wanted to minimize it, at first.
As things started to progress, he could feel the changes in her and knew when he could go not just faster, but harder, and deeper, until he was free to do as he pleased, and she was letting out unsuppressed moans that urged him more and more until they both climaxed together.
She had never felt happy before, not really, but she was positive that she was happy and would never leave that cave.
They didn't stop with one round either.
She wasn't sure what awaited them when, or if they left the safety of the walls that surrounded them, but for now, she was damn sure going to enjoy the time she had with the handsome hunk stuck in there with her.
After what felt like hours, and many rounds of bodily explorations, the pair realized they hadn't really talked, eaten, or slept. More than that, they needed to come up with a plan.
Ayla was aware she couldn't live with him secluded in the cave forever, but she could hope. To that extent, they weren't leaving yet.