With the three men in their pack territory for the night, the woods were quiet.
Realizing the woods were quiet themselves, the duo started to make the cave more comfortable.
There was a strange venting type system out of the top that appeared to circle out in a way that would draw out and mask smoke.
With that, they started bringing in sticks and twigs slowly, so they didn't draw in attention.
Within no time, there was a small fire to help them dry their clothes a little as they wore them.
They were right, the hole in the roof was pulling the smoke up and out, and making the smoke disappear.
As the night progressed, Ayla and Alexander decided to make the most of their situation.
If they were going to be in the cave all night, they might as well see what else it offered.
To no surprise, there wasn't much there.
They were surrounded by a continuous, smooth wall.
What was nice was the moonlight that seemed to find its way inside, even though the entrance was curved around and not straight in.
The beams and fire that danced revealed the somewhat even ground that covered the cave floor.
While the three men were discussing the newest developments, the newfound travel companions had been adjusting to their home for the night.
It wasn't the coziest at first, and Alexander knew it.
He had no intentions of letting Ayla lie on the hard, dusty floor.
Not wanting to leave her side for long, he only left the cave long enough to find supplies to accomplish his goals.
The goal was to make some kind of barrier for her to sleep on or at least sit on.
Alexander did his best to accomplish that by gathering branches that he felt held soft enough leaves to use as bedding.
Then he found long blades of soft feathery grasses, other soft grasses, and leaves to lie 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.
To him, it was clear what he had done and why.
There was almost a hint of judgment in her voice as it hit his ears.
"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.
Surely, she couldn't argue with him wanting to help her.
"Do you plan on sleeping with me" she asked.
She was genuinely curious what he was thinking.
Her question was unexpected, and his eyes widened.
"No, I didn't plan on it, but I. Welllll, I hadn't thought that far ahead actually. I just wanted to make sure you had something to sleep on".
The words from her question ran through his head again.
"Wait, I don't plan on… how about before I answer, you clarify that 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 than she intended.
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 any intent on sleeping in the bed you made with me, that was all" she said.
Her eyes were no longer able to look at his, as they found their way to her damp white shoes close to the fire.
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"?
Ayla's head flew up, allowing her face to find his.
"I…well. That… The intent I had when I first asked is still the intent I had then. That doesn't mean… Well".
She was visibly flustered, and he liked it.
Maybe he wasn't going to be the one who had to control themselves after all.
Her cheeks were filling with a floral color that resembled peonies, as she was trying to keep her composure and think at the same time.
It was clear it wasn't working.
Just then, Alexander grabbed her hand to see what she would do.
"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".
To his surprise, she didn't back away.
She almost seemed to move closer without realizing it.
Ayla had a rush of thoughts running through her head.
What was his game?
His actions seemed the opposite of his words.
For someone who didn't want to make her uncomfortable, he was failing, miserably.
"You can have the bed, if that's what you can call it", he smiled.
Just as he did, he let go of her hand and backed up.
She was looking at him with her eyebrows furrowed.
"What's your game"?
"No, game. Not really. I only made that for you".
He was pointing to the mess of leaves and branches on the ground beside them.
Her eyes were so intriguing to him.
She wouldn't look at him in his eyes for long, but when she did, he saw what looked like golden amber with red flecks in it.
They seemed to catch him when she would glance at him momentarily, but her gaze was so short that he couldn't be certain what he saw.
That was if what he saw was real.
All he wanted was to be able to look into her eyes, long enough to truly see them, and her.
That wasn't important, though.
He needed to shake it off and pay attention.
"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 as her eyes moved down his body.
His damp clothes clung to his fit figure, 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 step 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 instincts were trying to take over.
Ayla 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 grabbed his hand, clutching it hard.
Alexander turned to see the lust in her expression and desire written all over her body as she stood seductively.
He knew instantly that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
The same warmth and hunger she felt in that moment had been creeping into him since they had held her, and they grabbed hands at the waterfall to jump.
A sigh of relief left him knowing that she was now feeling it too.
Now, he only waited for her so he could let go and let his desires take over.
Slowly, he moved his body into hers.
With a smooth motion, he placed his hands so that his fingers embraced the back of her neck.
Gently, he made it so that his fingers 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.
Finally, their eyes locked, and they had to both be delusional, as they thought they saw the same thing flash in each other's eyes.
The fire, it had to be the reflection of the fire.
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.
Their lips pressed into each other's, and they couldn't resist their desires any longer.
It ignited the throes of passions that would not stop for hours.
They were moving, unaware of their surroundings, as Alexander pushed into the young female, making her step backward, until Ayla found herself against the wall of the cave.
She was trapped, but for once, she didn't mind.
It excited her deep inside, making her hot, and wet.
Kisses became deeper and more aggressive as they continued.
It felt natural as his tongue penetrated her mouth, and she welcomed it.
Hands began to move over each other's bodies as if they had known each other for a lifetime.
After a short time, damp clothes began to be removed, and it was as if they were never there to begin with in no time.
Her dark green dress was reluctant at first to move over her head, but it was no match for the strong man with her.
Luckily, it only tore a little as it exited her body.
His hands, finding her breasts as the dress landed, the sensation overwhelmed her as he embraced them a little less than gracefully.
His dark shirt flew next to where her dress landed, as his jeans dropped to the ground seconds later.
She was now raking over his arms and chest, enamored by his muscles, and how sexy he really was.
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, as her hands wrapped around his neck.
She knew, after seeing his muscles, that he would have no problem doing anything he wanted with her.
Hell , she probably weighed the weight of a feather to him, but she kind of liked the thought of being tossed around by him.
Her legs naturally rose to find his waist, and her ankles found each other behind him.
He stepped forward as she kissed him passionately, and he took her to the bed he had made and lay her down with all the care in the world.
All she could think of was how gentle this beast was being.
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, let alone a man.
There was no doubt that he was her first everything.
Alexander 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, creating a mental map as he went along.
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 that 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 skin as it rolled over her breasts and made its way down her abdomen.
His fingers gave the impression that they were on fire, and searching for water to douse it isn't flame.
Finally, his hand made its way between her legs.
She began to make small sounds as he explored the sensitive, moist folds between her legs.
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.
At first, he just toyed with her, keeping himself controlled, and just around the entrance, teasing her clit.
Her body was now erupting with want and desire as he ventured further and further into her body with his wandering fingers, doing more than teasing her clit as he did so with his thumb.
Once, small whimpers, now moans, as 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.
His excitement rose more and more when she started squeezing in a pulsating motion around his fingers that traveled deep inside her.
Ayla was like a faucet as he continued, fully pleased with his efforts.
He was waiting for the right time to move further.
With the sudden pulsation and gush of warm liquid dripping down his hand, he knew it was time.
All he was waiting for was for her to have one more orgasm.
She was enjoying that part so much that he didn't want to change a thing, but his appetite was growing more and more.
Alexander 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 hadn't stopped once since they started, but for this, he wanted to slow it down.
This part, he wanted to make sure he started 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 she but didn't know how to react.
"How do you know I've never been with anyone" she asked sheepishly.
There were many ways he could think that, but he knew.
He would never tell her, but it was made clear once they started that he was right.
Without looking, he could tell.
It wasn't strong, but he could pick up a slight hint of blood after his hand began to pleasure her.
That told him everything he needed to know.
"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.
"Oooohhhhh" Ayla moaned.
Alexander paused.
"You okay"?
"Don't stop. Keep going" Ayla assured him.
He knew some pain could be involved, but he wanted to minimize it, at first.
As things started to progress, through each thrust, 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.
Her moans increased, and he let a few out himself.
"Damn, you're so wet and tight" he let out.
She laughed a little.
"Oh, don't do that. Fuck. Don't do that or I won't last".
With that, he kept going, faster, harder, as deep as he could, and she began letting out unsuppressed moans that urged him more and more until they both climaxed together.
After they finished, he discreetly wiped himself and his hand on his dark, damp shirt in an effort not to let Ayla see the remnants of her first time.
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.