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Subject: 'The Jungle Takes A Lot Our Of A Man' {Brother Cadfael} [MF]
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               -[ The Jungle Takes A Lot Out Of A Man ]-


Cold steel brushed against his rough skin, scraping hair from his
face.  Jasmine's delicate hands touched his chin; guiding this way
and that to accommodate her work.  She straddled his lap, her loose
top revealing beads of sweat on her breasts.  It was humid.  Her
sweating body, against him; swiveling this way and that, rubbing,
grinding, her naked thigh, absolutely unbearable.  Breathing was
difficult.

Walls bled drops of water.  Condensation clouded the mirror.
Jasmine's heat was making him delirious, his body breathed heavy
breaths, but they were weighted with the thick air.  His eyes
closed...  Scrape... Scrape... Another gentle prod from her soft
hands.

He jerked-- his head pulled upward.  A small line of blood stained
Jasmine's white tee-shirt.  His cheek stung.  He had nodded off for
a second...

"Oh my god!" He heard Jasmine cry, "I'm sorry!  You just-- slumped
forward suddenly! I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"Is it bad?" He asked.

She inspected him for a moment, "No... No, it isn't bad."

"Then don't worry.  It was my fault.  This humidity.  It's hell on
my body."

"We better get that cut taken care of before it gets filled with
sweat.  A little salt in that wound and you'll be screaming like a
pansy."

He laughed.  She always had a way with words... and insults.

"I'll take care of it," he grumbled.  He didn't care if he bled to
death.  He just wanted to lie down for awhile.  To rest.  To go back
home.  Anything, just so he didn't have to suffer this expedition
anymore.  He stood up, expecting her to stand, too.  She didn't.
She began to slip and squealed.  He jolted forward, catching her
before her head hit the tile.

Leverage herself back up, she flexed her legs around him.  He felt
her crotch against his.  He almost dropped her again; startled by
the sensation.  Hopefully, she was too busy trying to stand to
notice his swelling.  He tugged and pulled with his impressive
strength.  She was swiftly righted, face to face with him.  Chest to
chest with him.  Her legs fell beneath her and she stood.

He expected her to back up.  To turn.  Or something.  Anything but
stay.  Her eyes watched his chest as he breathed.  He felt her hard
nipples strum upward against him with her every breath.  He looked
at her, meaning to smile, but his eyes disobeyed his intended
restraint and fell to her shirt.  He watched her breasts as they
rose and fell.

She touched her forehead, wiped away her perspiration.  Brushed her
hair back.  She touched his chest.  Pushed him.

"Sit," she barely said.

He stepped back and sat on the stool again.  Jasmine caressed him;
ribcage to hips to thighs to knees.  She spread them.  Kneeled.
Took his face in her hands, watched his eyes.  He returned her gaze.
How did she know?  He'd only volunteered for this damned Rainforest
Expedition because she was going.  He was an environmentalist and
activist, but not nuts.  She was the impulsive one.  She who
traveled the world to lay her hands upon the land and see that
change took.  He stayed on the homefront, rallying support,
organizing marches and debates and lobbying officials.

He had to earn her respect somehow.  Years of friendship.  Years of
lusting.  Years of his heart breaking a thousand times as she
ignored obvious signs of affection.  It had become an affliction.
Even as she straddled him, shaving him, he thought only he found it
erotic.

She turned his head to the side.  Jasmine's tongue drew across his
wound.  Warm.  Soft.  She kissed the cut and sucked it.  She
released his face and he sat, stunned.  Expressionless; too awed to
move a muscle.  His fantasies, flooded his conciseness once again.

"Help me off with this," she whispered.

He lifted pulled her tee-shirt over her head.  His breath caught in
his throat as her firm breasts appeared uncovered before him.  He
had never seen her naked.  She was a beautiful creature, but he had
never had the fortune of knowing what lay beneath.  Her hands
disappeared behind her back and the thin cotton skirt fell.  His
eyes fell, too.  Bathed her legs and thighs with lascivious
thoughts.  Her white panties were cut as if for only her form.
Sensuous curves.  Enough hip to be unmistakably woman...

She reached around his neck and took his lips, leaving the sweat
from her's for him to taste.

"I shave, too," she smiled, nervously.

"Do you?"

"Feel," she put his hand between her legs and sighed.

He backed her into the corner of the bathroom, put his hand against
the wall, next to her head.  She kissed the inside of his wrist.  He
kissed her neck.  His left hand danced down her chest and stomach,
slipping beneath the waistband of her panties, reaching down...
Reaching between...  She snaked a hand from between their bodies and
pushed her panties down farther, wiggled her body until they passed
her knees and fell to the floor.

His middle finger found its way between her full lips.  He slid it
inside at a consistent pace, until it sunk completely and his palm
was flat against her, rubbing her clit.  Her body tensed. She
gasped.  His tongue, lips, hand, fingers, chest, breath, throat,
eyes... all for her.  Breaking down any wall that might have
previously existed.  She was undeniably his.  And he knew she was
aware that he knew it.

He took his hand away and held it before her.  Silently, she flicked
her tongue at the finger.  Her scent was intense and made them both
heady.  She licked it again.  Then slid her mouth over it.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her.  Smashed her against the wall.
Entered her.  She slid back down the wall, onto him, until they were
unbearably mated.

She was serpentine, between he and the wall.  She fucked gracefully.
Writhing and spinning like a dancing ribbon in air, cutting through
with determination.  He raised onto the balls of his feet.  By her
weight, she continued to impale herself.  Bodies tensed and quaked.
Spent of energy, he crumbled to the floor; she atop him.

He wanted more.  Could have continued.  Forsaken weather.  So
delirious; faded from the rest of the world and underwater.  He
closed his eyes as he fought to catch his breath.  His balls tingled
as her hands cupped them.  She squeezed firmly and cooed, "The
jungle takes a lot out of a man."

She lay her head on his chest and they fell asleep on the cool tile
floor.

                             -fin-


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