Yisrael could smell the intoxicating little female right behind him but he still pretended to not take any notice of her.

He was keen to know what she was up to.

Edging closer through the clamorous passage which cleared up to pulchritudinous view of a natural spring that rested with waterfalls gushing over the rocks. It was surging and thundering down the rocky greenery cliff into a serenity pool at the bottom.

Foaming at its end like frothy whipped cream, the pool was still clear reflecting the midnight sky. The area was safe from most animals as he laid booby traps all around.

Another ecstasy-pool he had found and kept secret for himself only to have it divulged to her.

She doesn't want him but she would follow him. Intriguing woman.

He began to untie the lace of his pants, letting them drop on the ground. He could hear the audible hitch in her breath from behind.

With a smirk, he dives into the cold water.

River tries not to shake when she approaches the ledge. Her panties were damp when she witnessed the hard texture of his ass right before it disappeared into the pool.

The smell of earthy mist and the sound of the waterfall was cacophonous. Silvery water cascaded down reminding her how peaceful the jungle was.

No worries. No outside complexities. Well, except for her of course. But then, what would life be without any of those stumbling blocks.

She stretched out on the wide ledge, branching out her legs as she rested upon her elbows, waiting for him.

After a lot of reckoning, she understood that Yisrael was used to women giving into him, submitting themselves for his pleasure.

The way some women's eyes trailed after him so knowingly, like they knew a secret. A secret that he was a good fuck and he delivered well.

He was kept on the highest of pedestals where people all around him praised him and showered him with voices of his glory and honor.

It was about time someone knocked him off that altar and show him what he truly is.

A truly selfish brute.

She awaited patiently for the bastard to make his presence known with a slinky smile on her face.

Soon, he emerged from the pool. Like fucking run-way model, he glides up, inch by inch of his wet skin revealing.

Her heart pounded at the sight.

Water running down his roiling muscles like angel's tears. They cried at his grandness. His hair was glossy. It's mane glimmering down his robust shoulders.

Like snow in the sun, she began to melt into slushy mess.

He strode to where she laid like he knew she was here all along. Hate his heightened senses!

Unashamed of his nakedness, he widened his thighs as soon as he stopped at the edge of where she sat. His erection jutting between them. Droplets trail down the thick skin, begging to be caught before it spilled down onto the wet grass.

She had already toed off her boots. Using her right toes, it began to walk up his terrain like thighs. It almost touched his groin and she could have sworn he moved closer.

Smirking seductively, she again trailed her toes back down. "You know...I'm not the only liar here."

"I'm listening." But his eyes were busy taking down her figure. He wasn't even taking her seriously.

How easily he turned the tables but she had to remind herself of her agenda and not get distracted by this alluring bastard.

"You act like this whole noble man who thinks about others but you clearly seek for things that only benefits you." She followed the same path on his other thigh with her left toes.

"I have never said I was noble. The people around me have." He was bragging! Such a show off.

"Not only that. You also have a sadistic fetish on spanking."

"Actually I only ever did that with you. And if I'm clear on the meaning of fetish, it's you who has a thing for getting off on me slapping that ass of yours."

She mumbled. "That is if I got off."

Folding his arms, he stated. "I know why you are here."

Her brow arched. "Oh?"

"You are here for the orgasm I denied you."

"How thoughtful of you to remember."

It's the only thing he could keep from shooting himself in the head. Her scent was powerful tonight. She wanted to be touched and touched rigorously.

The way she sat was like a lighthouse, bringing all the ships to their safe destination. She was his destination for tonight.

In all his time with females, he never once put himself first when he had sex. The girl's orgasm was important but it was merely a task for him. He did it for them, not for himself.

Here, he wanted to bring River to a climax for himself because he'd know he did it to her. Because he wanted to see how she looked when her shields were broken. Because he knows seeing her like that would only undo him more.

All this he could give her only on one condition.

"I shall give you what you want only if you accept there is something going on between us."

Like hell she will but she could carry on the charade. River got on her fours, crouching and crawled to him like sexy leopard.

Her eyes zeroed in on his cock.

"What are-" His breath blows when she gives a strong lick up his shaft. His hands coming down, clenching at his sides.

"You were saying?" Another lick down.

"Wha-what?" Hearing him stutter made only gaze her teeth ever so slightly on the base.

"You said I have to accept something in order to get my orgasm."

She began to feel light headed. A pressure coiled inside her abdomen. She was liking this too much.

"I was- Ahh- saying there is something- ohhhh"

She had begun to sweetly suckled on his tip, French kissing it. Tongue digging in the huge slit, she lapped at him.

Salty, manly and forestry. He tasted like that.

"That there is what?" She coaxed him on, her tongue heading to his heavy balls. The urge to tease him to a fever-pitch was getting more and more tempting.

Conversation forgotten, he just watched pink tongue slobbering all over him. He could see her cleavage down her loose tank. Her nipples pointy.

He wanted his hands on her.

She saw them coming towards her to grip her head or her boob, she didn't know which but she ducked from his hand. "No touchy-touchy."

She needed to be in control here.

Yet he gripped the back of her head so fiercely, he tugged it down so she had to arch on her knees to look up at his kohl eyes.

Even kneeling on the ledge, he still remain looming over her like a damn tree.

"I will touch you. Never deny me that."

His words were toxic and explosive enough to make her cave. His other hand ran over her neck, fingering the pearls.

"Who gave them to you?" His eyes were filled with rage.

He bit out as he gripped them around her, close to choking her. Like he wanted to toss them away. "Was it a lover?"

The need to make him jealous rose yet with him looking so angry she didn't need to know. He was already stewing enough.

Answering honestly, she licked her lips tasting him. "It was a present to myself."

His eyes glanced up. "Why?"

Her own hand went back, encircling around his shaft. Working it up and down the thick flesh lazily, she carried on the conversation. "I am important to myself which is why I need to gift myself to acknowledge and praise myself every now and then. This reminds me of that."

She had already thought of his response in her head. He would tell her how self-obsessed she was. How her words made her sound so narcissistic.

It was a pretty common analysis and all the people who had asked her this very question came up with different versions of that.

They would never understand the real truth behind her words.

"Why pearls?"

She didn't expect the question. Momentarily pausing her hand which had his hips titling to make her continue. She bit back a smile.

"Pearls signify loyalty and integrity. It just shows that the only one person I can protect is myself." Her nails raked up and down his hard stomach. They tensed at her touch.

She was so close to him, every detail in his face was clear. The fresh water smelled heavenly on him.

"I think people should protect themselves when they are around you."

Don't swoon at that. Don't swoon.

A ignited grin broke out, making her cheeks red at that compliment. "You are an idiot."

He offered no response because he was too busy staring down at her.

She could feel how the unspoken words danced between them. It was safe to talk with one's eyes. It was open to interpretations.

It also bares out the inner most thoughts. Inconsequential, inconsistent and out of bounds.

His hand roughly moved down, giving each of her breasts a brusque squeeze.

A cry escaped from her lips.

"Don't..."

He looked down at her lips and back up.

"Your eyes say different."

"What do they say?"

"Too many things but right now I want- no, need to satisfy you. Make my female come."

Her heart fluttered only to drop low when she remembered she was never going to be his. He had his perfect little soon to be wife who would pleasure him. Take care of him. See to his needs and desires.

She will never be his and she didn't want to be.

Anger spiking, she wrapped her hand back on his cock, stroking him.

"But I enjoy making you come more."

She leant back down, her mouth covering the head as a agonized groan broke from his lips and his legs quaked.

"River...your mouth.." Too damn long has it been a woman to take him between his legs. Having River go down on him was going to the ultimate fever.

She began to pump her mouth, mercilessly. Sucking him harder, drawing his seed to come up. She cupped his shaft, masturbating him while took him in.

He bucked uncontrollably and his eyes rolled back. She could feel his masculine side wafting over her. His engorged cock was throbbing hard against her tongue.

He surged forward grinding into her, his hands moved back on his hips, fucking her mouth hard.

River wanted to reach down and touch her aching clit. She was beginning to feel her own arousal bringing her pain to release.

Glancing up, she noticed how his eyes were closed tight, his face was branded with abandon but not any more.

Sensing he was ready to come, to explode in her mouth, she withdrew her mouth and began to back away.

His hips stilled and his eyes peeled open, unsure and hesitant at her. "What are you doing?"

Reaching for her boots, she began to walk backwards.

Understanding what she was doing, Yisrael's body trembled. A mix of pleasure, passion, craze and frustration making him bare his teeth.

"River! Finish me!" He bellowed and the trees looked like they shivered at his baritone.

River wanted to follow through, go back to him, sinking into her knees to make him reach his satisfaction. It was a strong pull like a werewolf who can't deny its change when it sees the full moon.

Yet somehow she trembled while forcing herself to not trip and continue to move back, away from him.

"This is what it feels like."