I F****d Mother Nature

An excerpt for adults only: “Very responsive,” said Gaia, clearly pleased, and Jake’s hands came away from sun-warmed stone to run up the soft outsides of her thighs. There was a weird duality to the feeling, like under the thin skin of this smiling woman was something ancient, crackling with power like a leashed hurricane. Even as his hands skimmed over her body and he could feel every muscle, every rib concealed under the surface, he knew deep down in his soul that it was only for show. That she could look like anything she pleased, and right now it pleased her to look like this. “You think too much.” Her long, delicate fingers moved in a skilled twist on his shaft. Pleasure rocketed through him, sparking up his spine, and Jake’s train of thought shattered and vanished. What did it matter, who or what she was? Right now there was only one important thing in the world, and it was the combination of her and him and the things they could do together, the pure physicality of it. His hands traveled up to her collarbone, her neck, her jaw; Jake cupped her face and she bent down to meet him halfway, her hair falling all around them both in an obscuring curtain. She kissed him, and a split second of her soft, petal-pink lips on his own cracked, sun-scarred ones gave way to something that was green grass and fierce summer rainstorms.