Her dream lover of the past eleven months oozed sexuality and was gorgeous enough to make any woman green with envy.  Why couldn’t he be real?  She moaned in her sleep as she watched his approach.  He was completely nude except for the small patch of cloth covering his groin.  Muscles rippled with each swaggered step of his six foot plus frame and his black as night shoulder length hair flowed as if a gentle breeze were playing in it and her fingers itched to touch the silky softness.  His bright green eyes glowed with passion and they were trained on her as if worshipping her as he came closer.  He was a predator and she was his willing prey.  God was she willing.

            She lounged on the huge bed covered in silky red sheets.  The ornately hand carved black wood bed was always the same with its huge headboard and four posts, but the sheets would change color, depending on her mood.  Red meant she wanted to be hunted and conquered, black indicated the desire for a more flirtatious and romantic bout of lovemaking while white was for slow, languorous loving with lots of stimulating touching.  Hmmm, I wonder if I could go with red, white and black striped sheets.  Why not?  It was her dream after all.  She giggled until his frame towered over her and her body instantly melted into a pool of lust.  Oh yes, she was definitely in the mood to be conquered today.

            He grabbed her calf and pulled her to the edge of the bed while he pushed her upper body flat on the silk, silently commanding her not to move.  He then spread her legs wide and placed the heel of each foot on the edge of the mattress.  All of her secrets were now exposed to him and he groaned at her glistening welcome.  He kneeled on the floor in front of her offering, holding one dainty ankle securely in each of his big hands and began kissing the inside of one creamy thigh nibbling his way to the ultimate feast.

            She quivered at the burning sensation running through her veins, every touch of his mouth sparked anticipation into nerve endings, hinting at the ecstasy that was to come.  His full lips were magic on her skin and his tongue was velvety soft and cruel, drawing her closer and closer to her climax.  She arched off the bed and cried out when his mouth found her center.  He knew exactly how and when to touch her to wring every ounce of pleasure out of her wanton body.

            His tongue rolled lazy circles around her sensitive flesh then dipped down to the place she wanted his body to invade and licked a slow path back up to her core once again suckling it until she thought she would explode.  He took her to the edge over and over until he finally reared up and crawled up her body like a stalking jungle cat.  She wrapped her long legs around his waist as he nestled his hardness against her belly.

            “Why can’t you love me Marissa?”

            His deep voice washed through her like molten lava.  Alexander had asked her this question many times and she always replied with the same answer.  She couldn’t love him because he was a dream.  However, this time the sadness in his voice laced with urgent need silenced her normal response.  How many times she had wished he were real.  She knew without a doubt that she would love him if he were here with her in the flesh.

Then for the first time in the whole eleven months he had been visiting her in her dreams, she wondered why he repeatedly asked her this question.  Since he was in her dreams she never wondered such a thing, always thought he did it for some subconscious reason she had conjured in her mind.  Then a strange and absurd thought occurred to her.  Did he have . . . feelings?  The intense waves rolling off him through her sure made her think so, but he couldn’t, could he?

“Alexander, why do you always ask me this?”  His eyes were deep pools of green despair and she hated that she hurt him even if she didn’t understand how she could be doing so.

“You know I can’t tell you.”

No.  He was not allowed to explain to her that he was a Dream Warrior and had visited thousands of human dreams in his lifetime.   His people were ruled by the Goddess of Dreams, Mirage and had to abide by her rules or pay the cost.  Mirage’s only weakness was love.  If any Dream Warrior happened to come across their soul mate, they were given twelve months to make the human fall in love with them.  If they achieved this, they would be released from Mirage and be allowed to spend the rest of their lives with their chosen one.  If not, an eternity in Hell awaited.

Unfortunately, the odds were stacked against them.  They were granted only one chance in their existence, which could be thousands of years to find their true loves and they were not allowed to explain to their chosen any aspect of their lives in the Dream Realm.  Most Dream Warriors lost their soul mates because human minds were contained in a rigid box of reality and rarely ventured outside.  Very few people could come to understand that the person in their dreams was real and they only had to say they loved them to release them.  After all, how could a dream be real?

He knew from the moment he saw Marissa almost twelve months ago that she was the one for him.  He didn’t even have to think about telling Mirage that he had found his mate.   But now time was running out for him.  How could he make Marissa see that he was real?  If he didn’t figure it out soon, he would lose her forever.  He couldn’t imagine never looking into her sparkling blue eyes or running his hands over her silky skin ever again.

He lowered his mouth to hers and took it in a possessive kiss, claiming her as his. She opened her mouth, welcomed his possession and he groaned.  Their tongues tangled and she tasted like heaven.  She pushed her fingers deep in his dark hair and held him to her.

“Alexander.  Please, I need you now.”  She could taste her desire on his lips and it excited her even more.

He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to her nipple, nipping and sucking it.  It hardened into a tight peak and she pulled him tightly against her as his tongue tortured every tiny, over-sensitized nerve.  When he sucked her deep into his mouth she thought she would come right then, but he pulled back just in time and then positioned his cock at her opening.  When she arched her back high into him for more he pushed into her slick body in one smooth thrust, burying himself completely.  Her muscles clamped around him, pulling him deeper, holding him.  She sighed at the sensation as he began an urgent rhythm in and out, in and out, deeper and deeper.

 She met him thrust for thrust and within minutes he threw his head back and let out a feral yell at the same moment she screamed his name.  His seed pulsed hot inside her and her muscles clenched harder and harder around him, greedily milking him of every last drop.  They lay like that, him inside her, her muscles still clamping around him, relishing the moment for what seemed hours before he rolled to his back and pulled her across him, holding her tight to his chest, running his fingers through her auburn hair.

            Marissa knew something was wrong with Alexander.  She could feel his frustration beating at her.  Were you supposed to feel other people’s feelings in your dreams?  She wasn’t for sure, but his seemed very real at the moment. 

            “Alexander.  What’s wrong?”  His green eyes penetrated hers to the depths of her soul and she glimpsed pain in them once again.

            “We are running out of time.”

            “I don’t understand.  You are my dream.  We can be together forever.”

            “Do you think you could ever love me?”

            “Alexander, we’ve been over this so many times.  I love our dreams, but I can’t love you because you are just my imagination.”

            “Then you are lost to me.”  He was angry and frustrated.  He had to find some way to show her what she needed to do fast or it would be too late for them.

            “Alexander you aren’t making sense to me.”  For some reason she could feel the tendrils of fear creeping up her spine warning her that something dire was about to happen.  She hated when she felt like that.  All the feeling ever did was warn of something nasty about to happen in her life, but never warned her of what.  If she knew what it was, maybe she could prevent it.  If she couldn’t stop it then she didn’t want to be tortured about it in advance.

            She tightened her arms around him just as her alarm clock went off and she woke up hugging her pillow.

            “Damn!  I hate when that happens.”  She yawned and pulled the covers back so she could get out of bed.  She wished she could sleep twenty-four hours a day.  She couldn’t get enough of Alexander.  He made her feel complete, loved, wanted and needed, which was utterly silly since he was a dream.  Good grief!  I am so pitiful.

       This is a short story spoof on Tarzan that was actually written by me and my writing buddy, Tatiana Caldwell (see her link under author links).  This was an exercise we did to see how compatible our writing styles are.  We hope you enjoy. 

        He sat lazily on the high branch of the tree, shadowed by the dense, thick leaves above him.  The forest was thick and beginning to come alive in the early morning fog with the sounds of insects chirping and small animals stirring, straying from their nighttime hiding places that shielded them from feared predators.  The fog that was nearly impossible to see through just minutes earlier was beginning to dissipate from the cool jungle floor, disappearing in smoldering tendrils as it found its way to the rapidly heating air of the coming day.
            Mornings were always his favorite, reminding him that each day presented him a gift of new found freedom, a freedom he never dreamed of having a few years earlier.  He could have never imagined being isolated could be so appealing.  Most people would surely go insane after awhile of the pounding awareness of complete solitude; no other human for miles, only nature for company, comfort, family and survival.  Pulling his mind back from straying into uncomfortable thoughts from his past he smiled and stretched his arms above his head. 

            Just as he decided to climb down and check his fishing traps in the nearby stream, an odd, but vaguely familiar scent, froze him.  The scent tickled at his mind, reminding him of something he knew but had forgotten.  Closing his eyes, he breathed in deeper, letting the soft scent flow through him.   Suddenly his body hardened, the reaction triggered his memory.  The scent was a woman and something else . . . fear.  Being in nature for so long had honed his senses into finely tuned instruments.  Had he been living his old life, the life he dreaded, the life he escaped from so long ago, he would have never recognized the fear.  But fear, whether in humans or animals, smelled the same.  A sharp smell as if it could silently scream out and spread its disease through the air to all those around, infecting all who came in contact.  Quickly gathering his wits, he silently climbed down the tree and went in pursuit. 

            Frantic, she scurried blindly through the thick foliage and fog.  Large, wet leaves slapped against her, dampening her blouse and trousers.  The moist air of the jungle loosened her perfectly set curls, and the heels of her three-hundred dollar shoes were being scuffed and scratched beyond repair.  These were all the types of things that would have perturbed her to no end.
             But not on this day. 

           On this day, her private business jet crashed into the middle of the jungle.  On this day, her pilot lay unconscious within the wreck.   And on this day she was running in the wilderness, to lord knows where, with a hungry leopard in close pursuit.
            She found herself grateful for all those hours spent on the treadmill, as she wondered just how long the beast was going to chase her.  But although she had the stamina she lacked sufficient speed, and soon the wild cat was closing the distance between them. 

When she spotted a large tree in the near distance, her heart was beating in her throat as she racked her brain to recall whether or not leopards could climb.  But then the heels of her shoes dug into a mound of wet earth, and she went crashing onto the jungle floor.  She covered her head and trembled in fear as she heard the pounding approach of the big cat.  There was a throaty battle cry from the leopard as it pounced for the attack.
        Moments went by.  No claws or jaws came down upon her.
       She found the courage to open her eyes at last and looked around.  To her surprise, the leopard lay lifeless upon the ground a few feet from her.  A muscular man with a brown, wild mane who wore nothing but a pair of dark shorts stood over the animal, his bare shoulders heaving as he breathed deeply.  He turned to look at her with probing, blue eyes.
      “Are you all right?”      

     Was she all right?  Was she all right?  Was he freaking crazy?  Her plane had just crashed and she just got chased through the jungle by a leopard.  She had to be having a horrible nightmare because these kinds of things were not supposed to happen to rich, famous supermodels.  And thinking of the leopard, had he just killed that thing with his bare hands?  Then she lost all train of thought when her eyes finally recognized the perfect specimen standing in front of her.
     Rippling muscles, a six-pack to die for and a golden tan salons could only dream of duplicating.  Who the heck was he and why was he standing here with her, in the middle of God only knew where in only a pair of shorts.  Maybe he was some kind of . . . well, she wasn’t certain what he could be some kind of.  Since her mouth had fallen open while staring at his gorgeous physic, she snapped it shut and remembered his question.
     “Um, yeah, I guess I’m all right, or as all right as I can be.”  She stood up and brushed herself off the best she could then yanked her heel out of the soft ground, wincing at the loud snap of it breaking.  “Where are we?”
     “We are in the middle of nowhere.”  He was glad she was okay.  He wanted her out of here as soon as possible.  He knew her type well and didn’t want to spend any more time than he had to with her.  She would undoubtedly be a whiny, spoiled brat.
     “Well, just point me in the direction of the nearest town, phone, hotel or whatever.”
     “The nearest whatever is over two-hundred miles away.”
     “Are you kidding me?”  She thought she might be sick at the thought.
    “Sorry, sweetheart.  This is it.”  He turned and walked away and remarked over his shoulder, “I hope you packed some walking shoes,” and strode onward while she scurried to catch up.
     “Wait!” she called out after him. “I am a lady alone here, and in distress!  Aren’t you going to help me?”
     “I just saved your life.”
     “Well, yeah … and I thank you for that.  But now how am I supposed to get out of here?”
     “Try the same way you came.”
     “I can’t!  The plane is in pieces, and the pilot is still not waking up!”
    “Then wait for help to arrive.  Surely the pilot sent out an S.O.S. before you went down.”
    “I was waiting for rescuers to arrive!” she cried, waving her hands in the air. “That’s when that mean cat showed up and tried to attack me!”
     “Sorry, but I can’t help you.  I don’t fix or fly planes.”
     “Well then can you take me with you – to wherever it is you are going?  Just where are you going?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.
     “My home,” he stated plainly.  “You would not find it accommodating.  So stay here.”
   “Any place is better than waiting her alone!  I’m assuming you aren’t some sort of murderous maniac, right?  Even though you did just kill a wild animal with your bare hands …   Right, whatever.  Look, I just need a safe, hungry-animal-free place to wash up, plug in my curlers and change into clean clothes, and where I can also get a good cell phone reception –”
     “Cell phone reception?”  He chuckled, shaking his head at her in disbelief.
     “Yes, so I can also call for help!  I can’t seem to get any bars at all over this way.  First, I just need to stop back at the plane for my luggage,” she rambled on as she looked around.  “Hmm, I seem to have gotten myself disoriented while I was running.  I am not sure which way I came from – ”
     “I can show you to your plane.  Follow me,”  he said as he walked off hurriedly.
     “Slow down!  I can’t keep up with just one heel – ”

     He stopped then and turned to her.  Putting one thick arm around her waist, he lifted her up as if she weighed no more than a twig.  With his free hand, he removed her shoe and knocked it against the trunk of a tree, snapping the heel off.  Then he slipped it back on her foot and placed her delicately upon the ground.
     “Do you have any idea what kind of shoe that is that you just broke?” she scowled.
     “The plane is this way,” he said as he moved onward.
     She froze for a moment, in awe.  So strong and yet so … gentle.  Then she snapped out of her daze and hurried to catch up to his rapid gait.

She couldn’t believe it had been two whole days since her plane went down and shivered as she looked around the small, but cozy log shack she sat in.  By the time they had returned to her plane, the life had slipped from the pilot.  Her rescuer, who she now knew as Grayson, which she still didn’t know if it was his first or last name was preparing tonight’s dinner of which she didn’t really want to know its exact contents.  Although, if she were honest, the food and fresh fruit he had provided her with thus far had been surprisingly good.  And, she did at least have the luxury of bathing even though it was in the nearby stream.  However, it was pleasantly warm and she had found its crystal blue, calm water soothing.
      She shook her head in wonderment.  She could have never dreamed this would ever happen to her and the even stranger thing was that she actually wasn’t finding it quite as horrible as she had initial thought it would be.  Maybe it was the company.  Even though Grayson had hardly said more than a few sentences to her the whole time, she didn’t seem to mind passing the time watching him.  In fact, she was finding herself a little attracted to him.  Well, that was just a whopper of a lie.  She found him more than attractive and found herself having sweaty, sexy fantasies about him off and on especially when he seared her with one of those brief stares with those heated blue eyes.  What the hell is wrong with me.
      She wasn’t as whiny as he initially thought she would be.  After her first tirade was over,s he had surprisingly not complained at all.  His new house guest identified herself as Janice and she was beginning to unnerve him a little with the way she watched him.  No matter what he was doing, if she were near he would always find her eyes trailing over him.  He had gotten control of his body’s reaction quickly and chided himself for being a fool.  He did not want anything to do with another female.  He had had enough of them and their lies.  A local in a distant town dropped him essential supplies twice a year but he wasn’t due for another two weeks.  Even then he might be a week or two late though he paid him more than enough to be on time.  Could he stand her for this long?
      He gazed at her tan legs stretching for miles out from under the shorts she had made from a pair of her pants.  She was staring at him again, not unlike the hungry leopards looked at their prey.  His cock twitched in anticipation and he jerked his gaze back to his task.  Damnit!  He was not going to do this.  He wouldn’t touch her.  Although, the thought of running his hands over all that smooth tan skin encouraged his body to grow even harder.  His body screamed at him to take what he wanted.  He knew she wouldn’t resist him and who knew when he would have another chance, if ever, at a good bout of sweaty sex.  Why should he deny himself?  He had been in this jungle for four years now and this was the first woman he had seen since before his arrival.  She would be gone in a couple weeks and he could sew his oats in the meantime.  No harm done.  Making his mind up he finished up the food and took it out to the fire to cook it. 

     He pushed down the animal inside of him, kept it tame as they ate their meal.  Like a hunter, he awaited the right moment to make his attack, else he would risk losing his prey.
When they were done eating at last, they sat upon the grass, looking up at the star-filled sky of the warm night.
     “Don’t you get lonely out here alone?” Janice asked.
     “I like it alone.  Prefer it, even.”
     “Really?  Well then I especially appreciate you saving me and taking me in.  I don’t know what would have happened to me had you not found me.  Maybe I have something you need – is there any way I can repay you?”
     Like a hungry python lashing out to snap up his prey, he sat up on his knees and pulled her up and into him.  “Yes, there is a way,” he said.  He covered her mouth with his as he tore off her blouse, his hands working quickly to push down her shorts and panties. 

     With her puny fists against his chest, she pushed away from him. “Grayson, stop it!”  She said when was able to catch her breath, as she turned her back to him. 

     He gave a low, throaty chuckle as he grabbed her waist from behind.  He pulled her bottom against his pelvis, intentionally pressing his erection – as rigid and solid as rock – against her bare ass.  He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, kneading it as he moved his mouth next to her neck and whispered into her ear.  “You really want me to stop?”
     “I … but I hardly know you,” she breathed, making one last, weak protest.
     “Let’s get to know each other better,” he said.  He slipped his hand between her thighs, then moved them up into until his fingers discovered the wet, heat of her sex.  Ah – he had almost forgotten what a woman felt like, but he remembered quite well how to make a woman feel.
       He moaned at her readiness and immediately reminded himself that this would be sex and nothing more.  He wouldn’t allow himself to get emotional over this simple release to appease the animal instinct.  Yeah, who was he kidding, the feel of her hot, tight sheath convulsing around the finger he had just eased into her and her little moan of pleasure had him wanting to never let her go, keeping her here with him taking her every night under the stars.  He was such an idiot.  Someone like her would never stay here in a place so remote.
        Janice thought her body might spontaneously combust from the heat building inside.  All the reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this instantly fled her mind once she felt his finger penetrate her wetness, stroking in and out.  Her body took over and she bucked her hips against his hand, pushing him in deeper then moaned again as he slipped another finger inside, stretching and filling her while he rubbed his hard cock against her backside.  She was now resting both hands on a large tree while he invaded her with pleasure, holding her in place by the back of her neck with his other hand while she panted in ecstasy.  The guttural male sounds he made reminded her of a wild animal and her excitement grew as her renewed wetness coated his fingers and lightly bathed the inside of her thighs.
       “My God, Janice, you are so tight, I can’t wait to fuck you.”  He removed the fingers invading her body so he could pull his shorts off.  Pushing her hair to the side he gave her a searing kiss on the neck, then his hot breath was back in her ear.  “Spread your legs wider for me.”
       Janice obeyed without question, although she wasn’t sure why.  She could feel his now bare and huge cock stroking her, alternating between her wet folds and the globes of her ass.  “Oh, my God, Grayson!  Do it now.  Please.”
      He gripped her waist in his hands and pressed the tip of his cock against her opening, trembling a little with anticipation as he felt her wet lips kiss his head.  In one long, strong movement he thrust himself into her completely, and the fit was so tight, so hot, it was like striking a liquid match, and they both cried out in burning pleasure.  Grayson paused for a moment, relishing the feel of her body surrounding him, so soft and wet.  It was as if her body were sucking at him, pulling at him to come into her deeper.
      Janice let go of the tree and pressed her palms flat upon the ground once she felt him begin to move.  His stroke was so smooth, so strong, so deep, her body burned inside and out.  She could feel his entire length push inside of her, stretch her, probe her, and then slide back out, allowing her sex to relax only to be forced back open again a second later to take him. 

      He was so hard, his grip on her waist so firm, his pumping was so demanding, she found herself pressing the side of her face against the ground with her ass high above her. The fresh smell of damp earth and grass invaded her senses as his hands and cock invaded her cunt, taking her senses away.  She arched and pushed her ass up higher still and back against him, offering herself fully to him. And he took it – he plunged into her faster and harder, gripped her tighter and pulled her closer, grunting and panting like a wild animal upon her back. 

     “God, Grayson – you feel so good.  I don’t think I can take it!”  She cried, her body was so hot and sensitive that tears of pleasure wet her eyes.  A wave began to build in her stomach, growing bigger, wider, until it had no choice but to break loose and ripple through her torso, her sex, her thighs, her toes, her fingers.  Her body clutched at him, and he bucked against her even more savagely.
     “Fuck!”  He cussed as he fell upon her.  He kissed on her back, his lips soft but the intent rough and hungry.  His mouth found the back of her neck, sucked and bit at her, subduing her like a wild male cat would his mate, as he continued to pound through her orgasm.
     Within seconds he threw his head back in a guttural cry and followed her into bliss.  Filling her over and over with spurts of warm semen, groaning as her strong muscles clenched around him in the after shocks of her release.  After a few moments he collapsed on top of her, holding most of his weight on his elbows, careful not to crush her with his weight, never pulling free of her body.   The weight of him was comforting and they stayed like that for several minutes before he rolled to his side, finally sliding himself from her wetness and stood to pull his shorts back on.
     She watched him through hooded, satiated eyes as he pulled his shorts up his long, lean muscular legs.  She was confused at the intense feelings pounding through her at the moment, most of which she had never felt.  Was this what love was?  And, if so, could love actually happen so fast?  She didn’t know and she didn’t care at the moment.  She could contemplate the feelings later because all she wanted to do now was wallow in the after glow of the most passionate, wild, perfect sex she had ever had.  Thinking he would return to her after he pulled his shorts on, she was a little surprised then disappointed when he disappeared into the trees.
     Now feeling exposed she sat up staring after him wondering where he had gone.  After a few minutes, she made her way back to the shack to get a change of clothes.  The stream was close by and she decided to rinse off before dressing.  She shrugged after a moment and decided to walk there naked since there was obviously no one to see her except the animals and Grayson and it was too late for modesty now where he was concerned.  What the hell was she supposed to do now?  It was going to be a little awkward around him after the sex.  Would he expect to do it again and what was she supposed to say to him?  Gee, thanks for the great sex, now what do you want to do until I can get out of here?  Although, getting out of here was slipping in priority in her mind.  And why was that? 

     She couldn’t possibly want to stay in a place like this, could she?  But on the other hand what was it she had to ‘get back’ to?  She had no real friends.  All the friends she thought she had turned out to only be after what her fame and money might be able to bring them.  And family?  She had none.  Her mother and father were killed several years ago and she was the only child.  Shaking her head clear of all thoughts for the moment, she laid her clothes on the bank and waded into the stream to wash.
     Grayson sat on a tree branch, with hands behind his head, lamenting in the privacy granted by the large and plentiful leaves of the tree.  He had done what he said that he was never going to do again.  Got too close to a human.  He should have known that he wouldn’t be able to touch and taste that beauty, that femininity, that body which hungered so much for his body, without feeling something.  It just wasn’t in his nature to only feel a little.  He either felt a lot or he felt nothing at all.  He cursed himself for letting that silly woman get into his system.
     That silly, unbelievably long-legged, and doe-eyed sexy ass woman.  That silly woman whose silky voice had called out his name while her tight, hot cunt had clutched at him.  How dare she invade his isolation, tempt him as such, and make him want her. 

     And he wanted her, still.
     Finding himself compelled to hold her in his arms, touch her face and inhale her fragrance after his release, he instead chose to run from his emotions and up into the tree.  Just as he had run from his disappointment with human beings years before.  As a former veterinarian and widower of a female police officer, he had seen first hand that humans had little respect for life at all.  Women, children, cats and dogs alike all suffered from neglect and needless brutality.  The execution of his wife while she was duty had been the final straw.  He was done with people, even the wild, untamed animals of the jungle exhibited for civility than his own species.  And this silly woman, who literally fell out of the sky and landed in his solitary world, threatened his human strike.  When he heard splashing, he was compelled to dangle off the tree branch and peer through the leaves at her. 

     He cursed himself when he felt his heart skip a beat.
    Damn!  The woman was too beautiful for her own good, or maybe it was for his own good.  And then in that instant he knew.  He knew as he watched her splashing in the crystal stream, water cascading down that marvelous body that somehow in that short time she had been here, somehow in a mere heartbeat of time, he had fallen in love with her.  How the hell did that happen?  And, what was he supposed to do about it?  There was no way in hell he would go back with her.  No, his home was here now and he knew there was not a chance in hell a woman like here would stay here for him.
     Pushing the hurt from his heart and mind, knowing that she would leave him, he swung down the tree grabbing a thick vine that swung him over the stream where he let go, landing in the stream with a splash not ten feet from her.  Her eyes wide and alarmed, he cursed himself for scaring her.  He circled her as she stood still watching him stalk her.  He could tell by how her nipples pebbled that she was growing excited from his nearness.  He yanked her too him and fastened his mouth to hers, plunging his tongue into her mouth mimicking what he wanted to do with other parts of his body.  When she whimpered and circled his neck with her arms, he picked her up by the perfect globes of her ass and seated her on his erection.  As she sank all the way on him, burying him to the hilt, they both moaned.
     As he moved in and out of her, he set a slower pace this time as if savoring each thrust into her body.  She had never thought to experience such a mind numbing thing.  She had never come close to feeling as she was at this moment.  She didn’t know if she wanted to laugh with joy, scream with ecstasy or cry with regret.  Regret at what she knew she was going to lose.  Maybe he would come home with her.  But to what?  She didn’t even want to go back at this particular moment.  Maybe she could stay with him?  And, then just that tiny thought hit her with such a revelation.  She loved him.  But how did that happen?  She didn’t know, but it was impossible for her to deny that she felt whole with him.  Even if she didn’t know him yet, her body recognized its mate.
     Smiling, she leaned back further, hanging onto his neck tighter and met him thrust for thrust, watching him with hooded eyes as his muscles bunched and released until they both moaned out their release.  He really was a beautiful man.

     Grayson sat leaning on a large rock next to the stream.  Janice she sat on top of him, both of them undressed after bathing in the stream.  The trickling water seemed to provide the sound effect for the way her bare body responded to being so close to his.  She could not get over how comfortable and close she felt with this man.  Day after day, night after night for fourteen more days they had cooked and ate together, explored the jungle and played together and made passionate love under the sun, under the stars.
     “What are we doing?” she asked him.  “I don’t usually do things like this, you know.”
     “I don’t usually care.” 

     “Well, soon I will be out of your hair, right?  Your supplier will be here tomorrow?”
     “Around then.  Could be a few days later.”
     “I will miss you.”  She could not lie.
     “Stay with me.”  He surprised himself by saying it aloud.

     “There is no way I can stay here, Grayson!  I have no idea how to survive in a jungle!”
     “I can show you the way.”
     “I am terrified of the creatures here!”
     “I will protect you.”
     “And what about all of the things I need?”
     “What things do you need?  That you absolutely need, that we do not have here?”
     She sighed and shook her head, crazy that her heart agreed with him.
     “You want me,” He said, his voice a low, sexy utterance.  “Just as much as I want you.”
     “But I can’t.  It’s just not possible –”
     He moved to pull her down onto him, impaling her with his hardness.  They both sighed as his erection, thick, smooth and solid, pierced through her, white hot heat of passion searing through both of them. “Tell me that you don’t want me.”  He commanded her. 

     “You can’t seduce me into staying here with you!” she protested.  But she knew that he could.  He already had.  She was in love with this wild-haired and free hunk of a man.
     “Tell me that you don’t want to stay here with me, to make love with me out here, free to be exactly who you are.”  He pulled her down onto him hard by her shoulders, plunging deeper into her.  He moved her forward at an angle so that her clit rubbed against the base of him. He took one of her erect nipples between his lips as suckled her as he fucked her, slow and hard.
     “I can’t hear you,” He paused to say.  But all she could do was open her mouth and moan her pleasure, the sound dipping low and rising high again.  She closed her eyes shut tight and gripped at his shoulders as she bucked her hips against him up and down upon him, riding to his rhythm.

 
     Two nights later Grayson listened to the calming noises in the jungle as Janice lay beside him sleeping.  His supplier would be there tomorrow and this was his last night with her.  The thought made him tighten his arm around her in a possessive gesture he was unaware of.  Why did this have to happen to him now?  Why couldn’t he have found her what seemed like so long ago now when he had a normal life in a normal city?  He knew the answer to that.  If he were still in the city his wife would still be alive and it wouldn’t have mattered if he met Janice or not.  He loved his wife and was a faithful man.
     The memories from that fateful night came rushing back.  His wife lay pale as death in the hospital bed, her face beaten to nearly unrecognizable, with what the Doctor’s told him of no hope of recovery.  They had been right and she had slipped away within a few hours.  The details of her brutal attack hurt him so that he felt as if is heart had shattered into a million pieces.  A former drug offender she had busted happened upon her while her partner was inside a small café grabbing coffee.  He had hit her in the head from behind and knocked her unconscious.  By the time she woke up she had found herself surrounded by several of the druggie’s buddies.  They had had a hell of a party. Taking turns, beating, raping and torturing her.  When they were done, they left her for dead and by some miracle she had drug herself into the street where a passerby had dialed 911.  A year later, he had withdrawn to a point where he had to get out and away from everyone.  He had left in the middle of the night with the intention of “finding” himself which lead him on a journey that had ended up here in this jungle.  He liked the seclusion and the healing it allowed him so much he had decided to stay.  Other than visiting the village once a year and seeing his supplier, he had virtually no contact with anyone.  While he loved it in ways, he was lonely.  But the loneliness had disappeared completely since he had met Janice.
     He smoothed her hair back from her face and bent to kiss her on the neck just below the ear.  “Stay with me.”  Then he snuggled her even closer and drifted into sleep.
     Janice barely heard his whisper and knew he thought she was asleep.  Her heart skipped a beat at his words.  Could she?  She wanted to so bad, but if she did, there would have to be at least some changes here.  For example, she had lots of money so they could have better accommodations built and so forth.  But, would he be willing to compromise?  He didn’t seem the type.  After lying there thinking about it for a long time, she decided to try.  If he would compromise just a little, she would stay.  If he couldn’t at least do that for her, then she would walk.  After all, she would be practically giving up her whole life for him.  No that wasn’t true, he was her life, she just hoped he didn’t break her heart.  Thoughts swirled through her mind as she drifted into a fitful sleep.
     Janice awoke to sounds of a vehicle approaching and doors slamming shut.  When she got up, she saw Grayson and a tall, elderly man unloading boxes from a truck.
     “Here is your ticket out of here.”
     She thought about telling him that she did not want to go.  That she wanted to stay there with him, start a new life.  But she choked.  “Yeah … likely a one-way trip.”  She said instead.
     “Was it that bad to be here?”
     “I was in a plane crash, chased by a leopard, and suffered without a curling iron and a bubble bath for weeks,” she snickered.  But then she met his eyes, his look of despair, and she turned her head away.  “But yet, somehow it was still the best vacation I have ever had.”
     Grayson moved quickly to her then, he put his hands on her waist as he gazed down into her eyes.
     “I don’t beg.  I never beg.  But I am going to ask you again to stay with me.”  He spoke with such sincerity, such desperation, that Janice’s heart flipped over.  He was begging.
     “I – I don’t want to wreck your lifestyle …”
      “You have already wrecked my lifestyle.  You have ruined my contentment with solitude.  Now I want to be with you”
      “To tell the truth, I would enjoy staying here with you, at resort Grayson,” she teased him with half-lidded eyes.  “But your accommodations suck.”

     “Is that so?”  His eyes sparkled with amusement.  “What would make your highness more comfortable?”
     “Oh, so I get to make requests?”  She grinned cautiously.  “First of all, I’d like a proper house built for us both to live in.”
     “Done, and as a compromise, you will share a bedroom and bed with me.”  Grayson said in a deep, seductive voice.
     “Agreed,” Janice said, feeling her body wake up with excitement at just the thought. “The house should also have a luxurious bathroom.”
     “Yes.  With a see-through glass shower!” He smirked.
     “And power so that I can have my electrical pleasures, such as my curling iron and a DVD player.”  Janice continued, her smile growing.
     “Of course – if we can make dirty movies to watch on the DVD player.”
     Janice was laughing at him now.  “Oh – and I must have a gourmet kitchen!”
     “All right, but you must wear nothing but an apron whenever you are in it.”
     “Grayson!”  She swatted at his chest.  “You are such a pig!”
     His eyes became serious.  “Whatever it takes Janice.  I’ll do it.  Even if it means going back to civilization.”
     She was touched as she knew he was offering a great sacrifice.  She knew he was happy here and would hate being anywhere else.  “Grayson, I would never ask you to go somewhere that would make you unhappy.  I love you.”  She gently cupped his cheek.
      He hugged her tight.  “I would be happy anywhere as long as you were with me.”
     “How about this, we stay here and make a home.  If I should get restless, we can take a trip once in awhile, or I could even go by myself.”  She knew she would be perfectly happy here, but she wanted to be completely honest and cover every base if this was going to work.
     “Fine, but if you go, I go.  No, ifs, ands or buts.  Now, let me go talk to my supplier and see how fast we can get a proper castle built for my princess.”  He started to walk away as she gently grabbed his arm.
     “Grayson, I never told you, but I’m a super model and I’m loaded so I can pay for everything.”  She bit her lip wondering what his reaction might be to this news.
     “Janice, I have news for you too.  I was a very successful veterinarian and am the widow of a police officer who found it necessary to have a huge amount of life insurance.  I am, as you call it, ‘loaded’ too.”  He smiled at her surprised look and pulled her in for a kiss.