It was hot. Really hot. Early afternoon just after lunch and everyone was flaked out all over the place. Some of the more energetic were larking about in the pool, others were sunbathing or sleeping; a few couples had dragged their sun loungers under the shade of the trees and were wrapped up in each other in comparative privacy. Those who couldn't restrain themselves had sneaked back to their rooms for what they euphemistically called a 'siesta'.

"Fancy a walk along the beach?" Lachlan asked. I was stretched out on a sun bed in the shade reading and looked up at him as he towered above me. The sun dazzled my eyes as I saw him in shadow smiling down. His body was already golden, his hair slightly streaked with the sun, a curly lock flopping into his face as he bent over me.

I sat up and found myself at eye level with his charcoal grey swim shorts and I could not help but notice the golden hairs on his taut stomach before they darkened and thickened as they neared the waistband of his shorts. Beads of sweat were shimmering on his skin at such close quarters; he smelt of coconut sun oil and man.

"It's so hot!" I answered but I still knelt up and reached for my top, a sheer Indian voile blouse embroidered with flowers. "Put a shirt on, Lachlan. You'll burn your back at this time of the day!" I remarked as I slipped mine on.

"Me? I'm Queenslander. We never even used cream in my day!"

"Yeah and your skin would be like hide by the time you were forty. Come on...cover up!" Grudgingly, Lachlan threw on the pale blue cotton shirt and left it open as he pulled me to my feet and we strolled off through the hotel grounds to the beach.

It was quieter than usual as we wandered away from the hotel. Most people have more sense than to be out at the heat of the day, apart from a few who were involved in water sports or sea swimming. You know what they say? Mad dogs and English men go out in the midday sun. That obviously applies to English woman and Australian pilots as well. We strolled along hand in hand, not saying much but enjoying being alone together for once. Much as I was enjoying the trip, it was a very big party and that can be exhausting at times.

"Happy?" Lachlan said all at once. I nodded. "Good. Ripper. Wanted you to have a good time. Sort of make up for being a bit absent recently, ya know? Didn't mean to leave you high and dry like that."

I blushed and looked down, kicking at a deserted sand castle some child had left. "It's OK. You don't owe me anything. You can see anyone you like..."

"You sure you're happy about that?"

I shrugged. 

"Don't sound too convincing, sweetheart..."

"Look, Lachlan...am I crowding you? I don't want you to feel like you have to...you know...hang around with me if you'd rather not..."

Lachlan sighed. "I asked you on this trip. I asked you because I wanted to be with you."

"That was before..."

"Before?"

"You know..."

He shook his head and grinned. "Before you got arrested by the coppers?" I blushed.

"That was...you know..."

"Yeah, I do know. I might not want the details but I know how it is. Cassie, you can see who you like. So can I. But - and this is a big but - I know who I want to be with and I reckon so do you. Can that be enough for now?"

I smiled and threw my arms round his neck; he raised me from the ground and spun round. "Lachlan Curry, you are such a nice bloke!" I exclaimed.

At that he shrugged as he put me back down on my feet. "Yep, that's me, Mr. Nice Guy." There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone that you don't usually get from him. I wondered what he was getting at.

"Something I said?" I asked as he set off walking, picking up a few smooth pebbles to skim across the water. I had to jog to catch up with him.

"Nothing. Just me. Take no notice," he replied dismissively but I wasn't convinced.

"But you are a nice guy! A lovely bloke! So kind and generous and thoughtful and polite and pretty good looking, too---"

He eyed me up. "Ya reckon so?" Then he hunched his shoulders.

"What is it, Lach? I'm not getting it."

Sitting down on a rock, he gazed out to sea. "Sometimes a bloke doesn't always feel like being a good guy. I was well brought up, love. My mother made a big thing about how us boys should treat a lady. But, ya know, even well-brought up boys have a hankering to be like the bad ones sometimes."

I sat cross legged at his feet. "In what way?" I was curious now as to what was going on in his mind.

He sighed. "Guys like White, ya know? Grant. Even Hando. They just bloody well say whatever they want to and bludgeon their way through life. Maybe I want some of that, too---"

"Is this about what happened?"

"Partly. Not exactly. I'm no soft touch, you know? I can hold my own with any bloke---"

"I know that! Come on. Nice guys can be tough guys too! Look at Terry, Jack, Cort - even Maximus is such a nice bloke really. Wouldn't hurt a fly---"

"He might if it had a short sword and was called Commodus---"

We both started laughing at that; he pulled me to my feet and we walked on. "Come on let's have a swim. Aussie-style. Bare-arsed naked. You game?"

I looked around. This stretch of the beach was deserted and I decided not to be such a wimp. With a quick wriggle, I had my shirt off, my bikini top was history and I threw my panties at Lach who caught them and held them to his heart dramatically. Then he peeled off his shorts and we looked at each other. "Adam and Eve?" He teased and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. I knew he was going to pounce and the next moment, I dashed into the waves shrieking as he charged after me. In no time at all he had caught up to me and we both fell in a heap in the shallow waves.

We were lazy and not interested in swimming, just sitting their keeping cool and chatting. It was a really gorgeous part of the beach, near the edge of the bay and rockier than the main stretch as the sand gave way to the headland. Paddling over, enjoying the total freedom of nakedness and its liberating feeling, we investigated some rock pools and frightened little crabs and tiny fish.

"You better be careful, Lach. Slip on these rocks and you could do yourself a terrible injury." I giggled. He was standing above me and I was given a rather impressive view of his goods. He is such a man, lovely long cock and dark balls furred with hair resting between his muscular golden thighs, paler at the top where his shorts normally cover him, and the thick light brown hair  curling on his shapely legs.

"You shouldn't be looking. Shame on you!" But he winked and seemed pleased that I was. Any bloke likes to know that the girl he is with is impressed by him.

Just then, he looked ahead. "Hey, is that a cave?"

I followed his line of vision and saw what he meant. "Yeah, I think it is....come on, let's go and explore---"

Moments later we were picking our way carefully over the shaley rocks, our bare feet painful on the rough surface. Lachlan had a firm grip on my hand until we reached the entrance of the cave which mercifully was sandy floored. Stepping inside we took a look around.

It was actually quite cavernous, opening out into a large space and reaching quite far back into the hillside. It was cool and shady within; the glare of the afternoon sun outside a contrast. We rummaged around and I saw Lachlan collecting bits of driftwood and dry brittle sea weed. Then he mooched about some more and came back with some flinty stones. "I'm going to see if I can still make a fire like when we were kids. We used to love camping out in the bush and roughing it. Sleeping under the stars and boiling tea in a billy---"

"Like the jolly swagman? Under the shade of a Coolabah tree?" I giggled.

"Don't mock, mate. That's exactly what we were! In our heads anyway!" He crouched down, unashamed of his nakedness and began to expertly make sparks and fan the first glimmers of a flame. In an amazingly short time, he had lit the fire and it was beginning to catch.

"I am impressed. Stone Age Man Lachlan Curry discovers fire. Next week---the wheel! You are so clever! Is there anything you can't do?"

"You're making me blush, love," he grinned back

"I love it when you blush. You look so adorable!"

"Right, yeah, I look all of about seven when I blush. So much for that manly image, eh?

"Well, I like young men---but I have to say I haven't seen many seven year old boys carrying that impressive equipment. So you are definitely advanced for your age!"

Lachlan grinned widely, giving it a shake. "I must say, Cassie, you are not leaving much to my imagination yourself. Me Tarzan, you Jane, heh?"

"It's a wonder you haven't passed out. Men of your generation usually hyperventilated if they saw a stocking top or something---"

"Hey, I've been adjusting to this modern world - slowly." He chuckled as he settled down and fed a few more pieces of driftwood onto the fire.

"Let me test your progress, then.  I say a word and see if you react...down there. OK? Thongs."

"Didn't even flutter an eyelash!" He announced proudly.

"Wonderbras."

"The very face of stoicism, that's me. Give Max a run for his money, I would!"

"Hmmm....you are breaking a bit of a sweat - but that's probably just the heat from the fire--- Let me see - a see through blouse?"

"How see through? Like that little thing you had on before?"

"Completely see-through. And no bikini bra---or would you prefer it with the bra?

"Sweet Lord, now there's a choice. No, no bra. Just your natural curves---hint of the nipple, does a man in every single time."

"You still stoic? Let me just check---" Lachlan covered his groin with his hands. He made a show of peeking through his laced fingers. "Well, most of me is---"

"You... cave man! I knew you couldn't restrain yourself!"

Lachlan jumped up and began to hobble around the cave walking like a gorilla.

 "Cave man---dragging my knuckles on the ground---grunting." He cavorted some more and then grabbed me by the leg and began to drag me across the sandy floor. I was giggling helplessly. "I grab my cave woman and toss her down on a pile of furs---"

"You animal!"

He rolled on top of me and I saw a gleam in his eye that was not just the devilment of his previous messing about.

"Imagine you in the firelight---very tempting. The flames crackling and casting shadows on the cave wall. Tearing that off that scrap of a fur binding. With my teeth."

He wasn't laughing now. Instead he was leaning on one hip and raking his hands over me possessively, his face serious and his eyes cloudy. "Do you want to play a real game? Not just larking about. Really play the caveman?"

I looked up at him but he wasn't joking. Something was working on his mind and this place and the silly comments had somehow stirred an idea in his head. Or had he been thinking along these lines all along? Was that what was behind his odd mood when we had first set off?

"What do you want to do? Play?  Or really get rough?" I bit my lip and looked in his eyes. He flinched slightly, blushed but did not back down.

"Yeah...play at being rough? Or be rough? Up to you - we can just fool around like cubs or do you really want me to leave a mark?" His voice was gruff and hoarse. I could see he was aroused, his cock already hard between us.

I was sure now that what he had said earlier was significant; he had been a little pent up all afternoon; maybe that's why he hadn't been able to settle after lunch like everyone. Or perhaps he had been hoping for something like this, something a little wilder than normally happens between us.

I tested him out; wondering how far he would be prepared to go. "Mark me. Mark my pale white skin---."

"Jesus---you mean it? I won't hurt you. But if you tell me to let go, maybe I will. So be sure it's what you want," he whispered into my ear as he took a little nip at the lobe. Not hard enough to hurt but enough to show me what was on his mind.

"I want to see how dark you can be, Lachlan. For once be the bad boy. I think that's what you want to be, isn't it?"

"Be sure you want to go there with me, girl---" I placed my finger on his lips to stop him and broke in:

"---Somewhere in you must be a deep desire for things you don't allow yourself to do normally. I'm not afraid of you. Sometimes it's good to take a chance, you know? Test each other?"

"I want to know it's OK. That you're sure---"

"It's OK. Really. I'm sure"

I didn't have to repeat myself. With a sudden and unexpected roughness, Lachlan grabbed me hard, his right hand gripping my chin and kissed my mouth crudely before licking my neck and then biting. I winced but he kissed the spot and then sucked, drawing the tender flesh between his teeth and pulling hard. It hurt but it was erotic, like a beautiful vampire whose kiss brings death, but with such intoxication that it is impossible to resist.

He muttered, half to himself: "God, I love your taste."

I whimpered as he buried his head in my hair and ran his hands all over my nakedness.

"You're so very strong. I want you to use that strength...use it to make me yours..." I gasped. 

He groaned, a guttural sound. "I want that. In my darkest dreams I think of you like that... holding you down... pinning your hands up..." His words were followed by his actions. I writhed against him and struggled to get away. Immediately he stopped and backed away.

"No! No!" I insisted. "If I struggle it's because I want you to subdue me. I know it's crazy but it excites me. I want a man who can force me to his will even if he chooses not to. Is that very wrong of me?"

Lachlan merely moaned against my body as he returned to his pleasure.

"I would fight you---" I began.

"Buck under me then---" he muttered as he straddled me with his full weight, his erect cock trapped between us. I reckon he outweighs me by about three or four stones. I was helpless against him. The thought of his strength made me wetter than ever. I know it shouldn't be like that. Women shouldn't want that. But they do. That is how we can be so difficult for a man to understand. No woman wants to be forced by any man against her will. But the idea of being forced by the man she wants - that he is strong enough to dominate her completely---now there's a thought that few women will resist.

And so I didn't. As he used his weight and muscles to hold me down beneath him, I bucked and kicked and scratched and bit. I could see my breasts heaving as I rose and fell, trying to hurt him for some unknown reason. He laughed and merely held me tighter, his hands holding mine, his body weight depressing me and his legs forcing mine to be still.

"You little wild cat---" He shouted as I bit his bicep and saw the trickle of blood. He held me by my hair and forced his mouth on mine, I tried to bite his lip; he closed a hand over my nose so I had to open my mouth for breath. Both of us were breathing heavily and I was feeling, lightheaded, unable to think. My body and my instinct were taking over; it was an exhilarating sensation.

I sensed he was beginning to relax as we kissed; I raised my knee and almost contacted with his groin. That was enough. He swore crudely and tossed me over on my front, pushing me down so that my face was in the sand; I clawed to try and reach back and scratch him. My nails caught his arm and raked down. He hissed and forced my arms beneath my body, jerking my hips up even as he pressed down on my back.

I could feel him rub his cock against my crack, roughly stimulating himself on my flesh. I couldn't do anything to stop him. Then he reached over and with one hand firmly leaning on my spine, he crouched to lick me so crudely, tickling around my tight hole with his tongue and then flickering in and out of my folds, a long lick that was like an animal tasting its prey.

"I want your taste," he grunted as he thrust his tongue into me and battered my clitoris with urgent laving. I wriggled ineffectually; he laughed cruelly.

"Oh God!" was all I could say as he drove me on. 

"You can't get away from me. You're helpless. I'm too strong," he muttered. "I want to taste you, smell you, like an animal." I couldn't stand it. Pushing back against his tongue, I was like some wild thing, sobbing and begging him to make me come; he kept pulling away just as I was on the brink.

He moved up my body, pulled me from the ungainly position I was in, his hands now mauling my breasts. "Cry---shout---no one can hear you---no one would stop me, you are mine---" His fingers pulled hard on my tender nipples; they were rock hard but so sensitive. I wanted him to pinch and hurt me. I have never felt like this before.

I found myself widening my legs, heard myself begging for him: "Take me! Do what you want!" My body was so lewdly displayed for him. He dropped his head and bit the curve of my buttock, sucking hard again. I would be bruised there as I was on my neck. Imagine if the others saw? Suddenly I realised that I didn't even care. So he branded me? So what? There was something erotic even in that.

I felt him raise my hips again and the thick hard pressure of his hot cock slicked through my wetness. I was flowing so hard that I could feel the moisture run down my legs. The smell of my sexual arousal was pungent in my nostrils as strong as the ozone and the salty tang of seaweed on the ground about me.

He pushed hard, his hands on my hips, pulling me back against him. Just for a moment I felt him hesitate, the rational man returning for a moment but it was too late for restraint. I cried out. "NO! Do not be gentle! Now!"

"Fuck," he moaned. "Scream for me!"

"Bruise me!" I shouted and rammed my elbow sharply into his ribs.

He slapped my bum hard as he pulled me to my knees. I imagined the red wheal of his fingers on the burning flesh. He dug his fingers into my thighs, my hips. I knew he was way out of it now - way past the point of no return. Reason had flown and this was pure man, driven beyond the civilized bounds of his nature to let the beast that lurks in all of us out.

"Touch yourself!" he ordered and I let my hand find my clitoris as he slammed hard into me. My fingers felt the thick shaft of his cock as I rubbed my tender bud. He was driving in and out, thumping his pubic bone against me, his balls slapping me. I grabbed them as he thudded deeper into me with each rut.

He pushed me lower. "I want deeper!" he moaned.

"How?" I gasped.

"I want to hit you there!"

He hitched and banged. I felt the sensation of his cock battering the neck of my womb. It was bruising but wild; I could feel myself rising to a point I had rarely ever known. His hand circled my neck. I felt so tiny against him. That made me even more aroused. His fingers squeezed slightly and, although I could still breathe, he was on the edge of throttling me. One slight further pressure and--- but he let me go, caught my hair and jerked back my head. Still the relentless pounding. I squeezed down hard. He cursed. My fingers on my clit were slipping and sliding in my juices, I reached my orgasm, howled and threw my head back realising that I hit his face as I did. He simply roared and thrust even harder if it were possible. My walls closed down on him as the waves of pleasure took me and then he came. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He moaned as shattering spasms jerked his body and he spilled his warm wave into me.

Another orgasm seized me, this time a deep vaginal one. I couldn't help myself as I trapped his still hard cock and milked it more; I could hear his helpless groans as I pulsed even more powerfully now, my head hanging down and my own voice grunting like an animal.

He knocked my hand away; it was still cupping my own sex.

"This is mine," he muttered and began to rub the tender flesh. I cried out at his intrusion but could not stop him. His other hand squeezed my belly and pressed me back into him. His cock had slipped out and I could feel the drip of his come running down my leg, over his fingers and from his half-flaccid prick.

"COME!" he demanded and he bit my shoulder, then licked the flesh. "Come!" he whispered, softer now...

And I came again weeping and weak, unable to hold myself up, relying on his strength to support me.

We fell to the soft sandy floor and he dragged me against him as he lay on his side, panting heavily. His face was buried in my neck, I could feel the wetness of his tears as we lay exhausted. Now his hands were soft and caressing, smoothing over my ravaged flesh, whispering; "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry---did I hurt you?"

"Did I hurt you?" I muttered back. He cupped my sex with one hand gently and rocked his groin against my buttocks. "Yeah---I'm real sore---"

"Me too," I answered with a soft chuckle.

He rolled me back and sat, one leg bent, looking at my body sprawled out open for him. "Beautiful girl---such a precious gift to give me." His savage passion was replaced by tenderness.

"Does it shock you that I have such thoughts?" I asked him. "That I wanted you to do that?" I pulled him to me and we lay close again, my head on his chest as he played with my hair.

"Yes and no," he responded. "The old fashioned man in me is a little surprised but the animal knows you. It is in us all. We just have to guard it carefully. It has to be controlled and checked. I don't have the control with it that I should---"

"I could always sense a wildness in you, Lachie. I could sense the edge of your desire sometimes. When you find someone to trust you enough then it can be a very powerful journey for a man and a woman."

He laughed softly, his self-deprecatory humour restored. "It repels me and yet fascinates me too." His hands stroked the bruise now clearly visible on my neck. "I should be shocked at the idea of your body carrying my mark---" His voice dropped for a moment before he continued. "---But I find that I am not."

I turned and crawled up his chest to hold his face in my hands. "I find it erotic. With the right man. You make me feel so good, Lach. You make it feel so real. The best lover---" I kissed him. "---The best caveman!" I giggled. "Except for your hair. Next time we play Stone man and his mate, can you please grow your hair? Oh yes - and a beard! There must be a beard! I do not want my caveman to have short back and sides!"

"Something to dig your fingers into? Rub you raw?" he grinned cheekily. "Only if you let yours grow too!" He stroked my bikini line waxed pubic hair. "No neat strip, hey?"

"Really? You like that?" I said surprised. Most men prefer it like a runway these days - or totally bare, the perverts.

"Yes, so sexy for a man to see that. Your secret curls. You like mine that way, natural, so is it so strange?"

"OK--- one hairy muff coming up for our next caveman jolly. But one day I'll shave it completely, I promise!"

 He groaned: "Oh Lord!"

"Bet that will shock you! Hey -that gives me an idea---how steady is your hand?"

"Steady enough to land a multi million dollar aircraft---" Lachlan boasted.

"---Then I have a little job for you. Let's see how steady your hand is then!"

"Oh, Sweet Lord - you will be the death of me!" He laughed as he realized what I meant - that he should shave me sometime. But I could see the idea was working on his mind. I think he will return to that one before this holiday is out!

It was then we realized that we were growing cold. The fire was dying. Lachlan stood up and kicked sand over the embers until he was sure it was doused and then he led me back out into the sunlight. The brightness dazzled us and we screwed up our eyes against the glare, picking our way to the end of the rocks and then jumping in the clear green water.  Wrapped together we washed, letting the sea water sting our bruised and tender flesh. Then we swam back to the place where we had originally deposited our clothes and we waded out back onto the beach to quickly dry off in the burning sun. Dressed again and arms around each other, we strolled back to the hotel and the civilised world of friends and other tourists. Lachlan kissed me softly as we stepped from the beach to the grounds. "Things good between us, now? No more doubts?"

I shook my head. "And you? Ready to be the nice bloke again?"

"I reckon so!" he grinned and we ran in to join a few of the others in the pool.

 

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