Me Tarzan, You Jahne (BWWM)

XIV

As dusk settled into the velvet of night, Tarzan and Jahne found themselves back in the sanctuary of the treehouse. The air was filled with the scent of wild jasmine, while moonlight streamed through the canopy, casting ethereal light on Tarzan's features, illuminating the strong structure of his jaw and the intensity of his gaze.

Inside the treehouse, the atmosphere was charged with an electric anticipation. Both felt the day's experiences drawing them closer, an unspoken agreement hanging between them. As Tarzan leaned against the wooden structure of their enclosure, the moonlight bathed him, enhancing his already formidable presence.

Jahne approached him slowly, her heart thrumming with a mix of anticipation and courage. Reaching out, she traced the lines of his muscular chest, feeling the powerful heartbeat under her fingertips. Tarzan's breath hitched slightly at her touch, his eyes deep pools of emotion.

With a tenderness that belied his strength, Tarzan leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that spoke of deep yearning and undiscovered passions. It was a kiss that searched the depths of her soul, pulling her into a vortex of shared desire. Jahne melted into him, her hands exploring the breadth of his back, feeling the ripple of muscles that tensed with each movement.

With gentle hands, Jahne guided Tarzan to the pallet of blankets. There was no fire to warm them, only the natural heat of their bodies and the cool moonlight that seemed to wrap around them like a shroud. She lay back, pulling him down with her, their bodies aligning with instinctive precision. Despite Jahne taking the lead, Tarzan's formidable size was daunting, especially considering the length of time since her last intimate encounter.

As Tarzan's weight settled over her, Jahne sensed his hesitation—the unspoken confession of his inexperience. Her heart swelled with affection and a profound desire to lead him through the uncharted waters of intimacy. She whispered words of encouragement, guiding his movements with gentle sureness.

Her hands guided his, showing him where and how to touch, each movement a revelation to Tarzan. His responses were marred by a raw intensity; each touch, each kiss was laden with the weight of new sensations and burgeoning emotions. Jahne reveled in the power of leading him, delighting in every gasp and shudder she elicited from his unguarded heart.

Their coupling was a dance of light and shadows, of moonlight playing over entwined limbs. Jahne took the lead, setting a rhythm that was both a comforting and exploratory, teaching him the language of love through whispers and sighs. Tarzan was an eager and attentive student, his natural instincts finely attuned to her every breath and movement.

As they moved together, the boundaries between them blurred, their spirits mingling as much as their bodies. The world outside their secluded haven ceased to exist, time suspended in the cocoon of their connection. Jahne felt Tarzan's vulnerability and his strength, his awe at the feelings cascading through him, emotions mirrored in her own heart.

Their journey to culmination was slow, a meandering path through shared whispers and fevered touches, each moment building upon the last. When they finally crested the wave of their desire, it was with a profound sense of completion. Tarzan's name escaped Jahne's lips in a breathy exclamation, a testament to the depth of their connection.

Afterwards, they lay entwined, the silence of the treehouse filled with the sound of their synchronized breathing. The intimacy of the night enveloped them, a soft blanket woven from moonlight and the serene calls of the night creatures.

In the protective circle of Tarzan's arms, Jahne found a peace she had never known. And for Tarzan, the experience was a revelation of heart and soul—a communion that transcended his wildest understanding of what it meant to be connected to another. In each other's arms, they discovered not just physical joy but a sanctuary of spirit, a haven where the world's chaos could not reach.

In the depths of the jungle, hidden from the world, Tarzan and Jahne forged a bond that was both as ancient as the earth and as new as the dawn. It was a bond that promised not just passion but a partnership, a joining of spirits that would face whatever challenges the future held, together.

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I've been away for a while so my apology is a double upload haha. Hope you all enjoyed this short chapter. They will get longer again. I needed to break the ice of their first time together.