Guns and Dust Ch. 03

"You'd be able to after the inoculant's effects wear off. Like I said, for most people, it takes about a year. 'We take nothing from the wastes and leave nothing of ourselves in the behind.'" He sounded like he was quoting something.

"Who is we? You keep talking like there are more of you out there. But I've never seen or even heard of anyone like you before."

"You wouldn't." He raised his eyebrows. "At least not if we're doing our jobs correctly." He took her empty plate. "Are you still hungry?"

She nodded. "Yes."

He went back to the fire, talking over his shoulder. "We try not to be seen. We're called Longhunters. We look for secrets from the world that was and try to learn about what may still be out there."

"Why?" The idea of spending resources to just wander the wastes felt far-fetched, if not outright sun-mad. But the Bearcat, the inoculant, even his clothes were concrete, real.

He returned with the plate and handed it to her. "Because we believe there are things still hidden out in the wastes that can help us to turn the world back the way it was; green, growing, full of life." He sat again.

Her insides felt like a sheet flapping in the wind, caught in the branches of a dead tree. He sounded like he was out of his mind. People who talked the way he did were usually sun-mad.

"How do you turn the world back?" She tried not to sound like she was scoffing, but it was hard. The whole concept was just too insane.

"In small pieces. Around the city states, the growing zones expand by hectares every year. But it is slow."

She wasn't sure she even wanted to ask. "The city states are real?"

He nodded, and to her relief, he didn't look at her like she was an idiot for asking. "They are. They are just a long way from here." He smiled, putting a hand on her leg, his expression having suddenly gone playful and disarming again. "And they are as beautiful as you've probably been told. More beautiful probably. The walls of Cosanti, where I come from, are of faded yellow stone. They are topped with gardens. The most amazing green growing things trail down from the towers and walls all over the city like water."

She could see him looking back in his mind, his expression softening, becoming joyful at the memory. Again, he looked so... different. So open.

"Windmills, sails and turbines move the breeze into the city, some create power. And every rooftop and balcony is covered with gardens." He looked her straight in the eyes. "And not just food, but flowers. People grow things just because they are pretty, or they smell good." He gave her a kiss on her bare leg. "And outside the walls, there are hectares and hectares of farmland, apiaries and..."

"Apiaries?"

"Groups of beehives," he explained, another kiss falling further up her thigh. She set the plate aside, her breath suddenly coming fast again.

"Tell me more..."

"Markets filled with fruit and vegetables, bright woven cloths." He pushed the blanket out of the way so he could kiss the top of her thigh, pushing her leg up, his beard brushing the inside of her thigh. "Houses and apartments filled with light and growing things, with baths of hot and cold running water." His lips touched her stomach, as she laid back, letting the blanket fall away.

Thrills ran through her skin as his lips and hands moved lightly over her legs and tummy. She lay back, her hands caressing his hair.

"And there are people who don't have to fight." He kissed her mound lightly, then down along the inside of her legs. She arched her back letting her head hang back as his beard brushed her labia. He kissed her inner thighs, so close to her center, but not quite touching. She gripped his hair, her belly pulling in hard as she tried to breathe.

"Yesss... Tell me more..." she groaned.

"Spices you've probably never heard of, flavors you can't imagine."

She moaned, a sudden, sharp sound, as his lips fell onto her sensitive velvet folds. Her whole body contracted, then released as his tongue touched, gliding along it. She squirmed, pulling his hair with one hand, her other grabbing the blanket as his tongue found her clitoris. He stopped talking, his tongue playing there, his fingers slipping along her wet center. She let go of his hair and grabbed his other hand pulling it up onto her breast, her body shuddering.

"Yes... Asher..."

His fingers slipped inside her. She moaned loudly, her whole body shaking. She couldn't move, paralyzed by the sensation of his tongue on her clit, his fingers inside her and on her nipple. He pushed his fingers deeper, running the tips along her clitoral ridges. She spasmed, curling around the sensation as he sucked her clit. Her fingernails scratched his scalp and she clung to his hand on her breast, only able to take catching breaths. He slid his fingers in and out of her slowly, stopping every few motions to stroke her ridges again. Fire was building inside her as she clung to his hand and his hair, her abdominal muscles clenching in preparation.

Then he lifted his head, "Enjoying yourself?"

Her paralysis was broken, but she could barely speak. "Uhhh huhh..." She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up and dragged his shirt off over his head, then unbuckled his belt. He sat up and kicked off his boots as she kissed his scarred chest and worked to open his pants. As soon as they were down, she pulled him on top of her. He kissed her hard, running the tip of his phallus along her outer lips, then pushed inside.

She froze again for a moment. She couldn't even moan, all of her attention stolen by the feeling of him entering her again and his mouth on hers. He pushed into her, but only a little at a time, teasing her. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled herself onto him.

She'd never been penetrated so deeply. The feeling of him stretching everything inside her was... maddening, piercing, agonizing - wonderful. And he still wasn't all the way in. She pulled him against her, pressing her bare breasts to his chest.

She took a catching breath as her vagina relaxed around his cock. "You're so... big," she whispered in his ear breathlessly.

"Are you alright?"

She nodded, kissing his neck fiercely. "Yes..." She put her lips to his mouth. "Yes. I want to feel all of you." She clamped her legs around him for emphasis.

He slowly and rhythmically slid in and out of her, not penetrating any deeper for what felt like a long time. She had no idea how long it might have been; she was lost in the feeling of him inside her. She was shuddering again, sweating, her whole body a tight spring ready to break free.

"Oh yes... Yes... I'm going to..." He kissed her nipples lightly and her voice failed, the muscles of her abdomen contracting ecstatically. She arched her back, pushing her breasts up to meet his lips. He pulled her nipple into his mouth; his tongue playing over it. Then he pushed himself all the way into her.

She yelped, a surprised, ecstatic cry as his pelvis met hers. The feeling of him so deep inside her shocked her pending orgasm to a pause. She couldn't move or breathe. Then he pulled back.

The next few minutes were a blur. The sound of their sweaty bodies slapping together mixed with her cries as he drove into places she'd never imagined being touched.

But there was nothing blurry about her orgasm. She grabbed at him and the tarp as her body shook, the orgasm roaring through her like a tempest. She heard her voice echo off the nearby canyon walls as she screamed with release. It was overwhelming. Her whole body felt like it had been clamped in a vise, then exploded out of it, leaving everything spinning.

But he was still filling her, his strong body against hers, his hard cock driving into her.

In the aftermath, her body relaxed and as her spasms subsided, she was able to luxuriate in the feeling of him inside her. She joined his rhythm instead of being tensed and paralyzed by the intensity of the sensation.

Asher pushed hair out of her face, watching her expression as it relaxed. "You're beautiful." He smiled and kissed her, his rhythm slow and certain. His expression turned playful. "This is a good look for you."

She let the feeling of him inside her and his hands on her just run over her body like hot water. She ran her fingertips over his scarred chest and let her eyes travel brazenly over him between her legs. "I like the way you look there too."

His thrusts turned faster and harder along with his breath. She curled up, holding his face and kissing him. "Yes... I want you to cum so hard in me."

"You feel so good, Adina," he told her breathlessly, his eyes closed with pleasure.

She laid back watching his expression. "Yes... I want you so bad, Asher!" Her body suddenly arched hard, another orgasm roaring up. Her hips thrust to meet his as he slammed against her. Her moan was all but a scream. "Yesss! Your gonna make me cum again!"

He grimaced ecstatically and tensed, his body coiling as he growled animalistically. His pelvis crashed against hers in hard spasms, her abdominal muscles clenching as he drove her into the tarp and ground. He groaned loudly and she felt the heat of his ejaculation.

Her responding orgasm blasted through her. She pressed her face against his hard chest, kissing his scars frantically as she rode the ecstatic spasms of their fiery mutual release, his fierce passion transmitted to her through his pelvis crushed against hers.

Adina finally collapsed back onto the ground, the hard contractions in her belly becoming sensual twitches. Asher's weight was on her a moment later. She ran her fingers through his hair and down onto his neck, just relishing the feeling of him on her and his sweaty skin under her hands as they lay panting together.

After several minutes of just lying together, he slid an arm under her, holding her firmly against him, still inside her, and rolled over pulling her on top of him.

She smiled as she came up on top, surprised that he was still semi-erect inside her. She watched his expression as she pushed back, taking a sighing breath as she slid as much of him into her as possible.

He pushed his hips to meet hers, his expression momentarily fierce, then returned her smile as she relaxed down onto him. He kissed her gently. "I didn't want to smash you," he told her breathlessly.

"I liked it." She lay her sweaty cheek on his equally sweaty shoulder, her long hair streaming across him. She traced the curving line of one of his tattoos with a finger, running it over the raised skin of a scar and closed her eyes feeling like her whole body was melting down onto him.

He strained, reaching for the blanket on the cot, but she laid her hand on his arm and shaking her head against his shoulder. "It's too hot."

Adina woke her head still cradled against Asher's shoulder. He was watching her with his intensely blue eyes, a finger brushing strands of hair out of her face, lightly running over the skin of her brow.

She smiled and pulled against him, loving the feeling of her naked skin against his. She turned and kissed his arm. He strained to reach for something.

"We don't need the blanket." She rolled on her back and looked up; it was late afternoon as far as she could tell from the way the shadows were being cast by the buildings surrounding the canyon.

When he turned back, he had his pistol in his hand. He smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I wasn't reaching for that." Her head still on his arm, he slid the magazine out of the pistol. "This is a very good friend of mine." He watched her eyes as he carefully placed the magazine on her naked belly. It was a little cold, but she didn't move, returning his playful smile. He pulled the pistol's slide back and let the bullet that ejected from the chamber fall into his palm. He placed it next to the magazine, trying to get it to stand upright on her rising and falling stomach. It tickled. She laughed, toppling it.

He raised an eyebrow. "I guess that won't work." He poked the base of the bullet lightly into her belly button. She laughed and wiggled, but he held it in place until she stopped. "Don't move."

She couldn't help the grin the pulled her cheeks up at his playfulness. She stayed still, concentrating on keeping the bullet from toppling again. He finished checking the weapon and then held it up for her. "You're going to need to get familiar with it."

Adina freed her arm from against his body, careful of the bullet and took the pistol, hefting it. "I know how to shoot."

He picked up the magazine and held it up. "Show me." As she took the magazine, he plucked the bullet from her belly button and played it around the sensitive perimeter. She bit her lip and squinted an eye.

"I can't concentrate when you do that."

He sat up and kissed her tummy, then her belly button. "Good. That was the point."

After a moment to focus, she slid the magazine into the pistol. It was different than any pistol she'd ever handled, bigger, but the but theory was the same. He kissed her belly again.

"That's not fair." She pulled the slide back, chambering a round.

"Good." He leaned on an elbow. "Take the magazine out." He held up the bullet. "And put this in the magazine. Then load the pistol again." She took the magazine out again and set it on her tummy, then pulled the slide back, ejecting the round. It hit the dirt. She picked it up, sitting the big pistol next to the magazine and blew most of the dust off the round, wiping it clean and inspecting it before pushing it into the magazine. She took the bullet from his hand, quickly inspected it and shoved it into the magazine.

"You've got strong hands. That's good."

Holding the pistol and magazine she sat up enough to give him a kiss. "We weren't called 'Shoemaker' for no reason. I used to make shoes." She shook the hair out of her face and slid the magazine into the pistol and pulled the slide back. It was much easier this time, the pistol didn't feel as foreign in her hands.

"Safety?"

She looked at the side of the weapon and flicked the safety on then held it up to him. "There."

He took it from her and gave her a long kiss. His kiss was like a wrench that tumbled, clanging through every part of her, turning her organized internal workings to chaos. She was once again still leaning forward wanting more when he pulled back. "You know how to handle a pistol. That's good." His playful eyes watched hers. "Let's see if you're as good at shooting as you are at other things." He bent and kissed her tummy again, then pushed up to his feet.

She watched him, confused, her spinning insides thrown completely out of whack by their intimate luxury being so suddenly interrupted. Her eyes lingered on his naked, muscular legs and backside as he turned to where his clothes were.

"Wait... What? You mean now?"

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