Kiss deepening, she wrapped his neck, pulled him closer. Legs rose, coiled his waist—each fall of his hips driving deeper union. Her desire finally matched his. Only flaw: she couldn't moan freely for the child. Sight of the cradle sparked thought. Hips stopped. Pressed tight. Lips separated. "Outside—we'll wake him." Whisper. He lifted her—arms and […]

Days passed. Family of three in the cave. Ethan tended her devotedly. The child changed how they addressed each other. "Two months tomorrow… Wife, can we—" "Tomorrow. Don't move." First night of the window: his hands wandered. She caught his wrist. Soft wrestling. Morning after breakfast he cleared dishes. She nursed beside the stone bed—two […]

More than a month later, breakfast. Claire glanced at Ethan, started to speak, stopped. "Ethan… we need to talk." Long struggle ended in words. "Hm—" "These days I… I've been vomiting." She faltered, covered her mouth, ran to the cave mouth, retched. Ethan felt a strange worry seize him, and then he froze as food […]

He withdrew slowly—apologetic, careful—drawing crystal strands from her. Perhaps he thought he'd harmed her. He moved slow in and slow out while nasal moans escaped her and her standing leg quivered. He hadn't hurt her. Her body knew him. The sudden depth had overwhelmed her for a second—that was all. Now his gentleness was torture. […]

As speed and force built, her lust rose again. She moaned loud, brows knit—pleasure and embarrassment braided. Passion climbed. Legs that had been tight opened. Between them he could see breasts swinging, chin lifting now and then. "Ah—" His hips locked to her ass. Head back, scream tearing through the forest. Balls contracted, semen jetting […]

At the falls she stripped and jumped in. Familiar routine: bath, flirt, every trick they'd already learned. Mouth underwater. Face-to-face in the pool. A stretch of coupling there. She wouldn't talk dirty—only moan. Her voice and his breath filled the woods. When they'd had enough in the water he carried her to the flat rock, […]

Three days passed. Claire relieved him again at the waterfall—but still no penetration. Her period hadn't finished. On the third day it ended. They returned to the falls, walking, talking. She sat on stone at the pool's edge, feet in water, toes stirring ripples. The clearing opened on three sides to jungle; the fourth was […]

She lowered her head again, submerged her hair, tossed it up—and with the motion her breasts swayed, so lovely he couldn't look away. His breathing thickened. He couldn't endure. He waded toward her. Even without intercourse, kissing and touch would help. She'd felt him coming. The whole display had been deliberate—tease with a purpose. "Ah—" […]

Days blurred. Two weeks passed. Every other night Claire relieved Ethan—mouth, hand, breasts—variety meant faster finishes, less strain on her, and a reward for his patience. The fortnight ended. They could try again. At lunch Ethan was in high spirits. Hands and mouth and breasts were good—but nothing compared to what a woman was made […]

Ethan moved through the cave on errands. Since Claire fell ill he'd taken most of the labor, rarely letting her lift a finger. He was tired—but content. Every other night she still relieved him the same way: mouth and hand together. At first he lasted less than ten minutes; as novelty faded he endured longer. […]