by Mia Madison
“Stunning,” I murmur, in awe.
“Exactly my thought,” he says, staring at me.
His eyes trail down the length of my body alighting at parts he’d like to ravage until I feel overwhelmed.
“You’re far more beautiful than any body of water.”
As I turn to him, he pulls me close. His arms wrap around me squeezing me into his ridges so my breasts crush.
“This is beautiful,” I say, leaning my cheek on his hard ab, the aroma of male sweat and bark and water spray mingling.
“You are beautiful.”
12
Ethan
I hold Rylie so tight I feel her heartbeat against mine. With each breath she takes, her breasts press into my chest. It’s time.
“I’m on birth control, and I’ve been thoroughly tested,” she announces.
“Does that mean—”
“Have you been tested recently?” she asks.
“Yes. I haven’t been with anyone for awhile, too much going on,” I say. “Does this mean you’re ready to plunge off the falls?”
She looks over at the cascading waterfall. “Yes, and I want to feel you completely.”
“No condom?”
“Nope. I need to feel your skin.”
I feel my cock twitch and swell as she says the word ‘skin.’ I take her hand. “Come on.”
I feel anticipation and delight on the hike back to the car. We hold hands where the trail will allow it, and those moments when we aren’t connected feel like a void. I look back at each bend in the pathway to remind myself how beautiful she looks.
The yearning rushes up through my core. I stop before we leave the cover of the trees and pull Rylie to into my arms.
She leans her head back, and I press my mouth to hers. We wrestle our tongues together. My hands move down her back and settle on her perky round ass cheeks, and I squeeze them.
“Oooh,” she moans softly. “I’m ready to feel those hands everywhere.”
“I’m about to pull down those shorts right here,” I say tugging on the hem of her jean shorts.
“I’m about to let you,” she says looking around, nervously.
I thought I had a plan but it’s been completely usurped by the heat of desire powering at my skin lining. Her innuendos and the hunger in her gaze have completely floored me as she makes it more than obvious that she’s ready for me.
Now.
I pull her to one side in the thick brush and push her up against a tall tree. First I double ensure that it’s not a species beloved by ants or any other crawlies I happen to know Rylie doesn't like, from her nose wrinkle at Caden’s friends. The heat in my veins has taken over every rational thought. The repression and secretive sneaking around we’ve had to do to even speak to each other has suddenly igniting like brushfire.
I’ve had to wait for her to long and I’m done. I need Rylie and I will have her right now. I can tell she wants me too. As I drop to my knees to rip her shorts down her legs, her hands clasp my head, groping as though she’d like to tug at hair that’s not there.
Her shorts are half down her thighs and I’m floored by the sight of her red panties, soaked through with her juices. Her legs flinch and her body pulses as I trail my fingers from her ankles to the top of her inner thigh.
“Oh,” she moans. She slides her hand under the red fabric to touch the ache I know is pooled there. I grab her hand.
“Not yet,” I rise and grit into her ear.
I take both hands and pull them back above her head. She wiggles and squirms as I kiss her neck while running a feather light touch over her silken panties. My mouth slams down over hers and I delve forcefully into her mouth, tongue fucking her as hard as I’m about to take her tight pussy. One hand restrains her hands high while the fingers of the other are occupied teasing circles on her bulging clit through the fabric.
She turns her head and gasps, “I need more, please.”
“In good time,” I whisper.
I slip a single finger under the lace edge, to slide along the outer edge of her pussy lips. Rylie moans again even as my tongue claims hers. Her sound reverberates through my mouth, as we’re locked together fiercely as a pair of mating beasts. She bucks against me, struggling to free her hands, but I hold her firmly restrained. The gentle torture is going to take her pleasure to a high she’s never experienced before. She’s gushing over my fingers as hard as that waterfall but a million times more breathtaking.
I release her mouth and nuzzle my face into her neck. I can feel the heat emanating from her as I move from trailing kisses light, then hard, across her skin. She moves and writhes like a tethered animal, her moaning growing louder as I stroke the lightest touch over the point of her clit.
“Oh, please,” she groans. “Please, please, please…”
I move my entire hand under the red fabric that is now drenched with sweet juice. Gently sliding my two smallest fingers into her swollen folds, I feel her body tense under me. She arches her back and pushes her wet valley into my hand. I use my forefinger and thumb to pinch around the base of her bulging little clit. With each squeeze she lets out a soft breathy cry. I release her hands, finally, and she brings them to my shoulders.
My hand now free, I pull her shirt and bra up over her left breast. A freed nipple pops up, light pink and stiff, and I suck it into my mouth like a piece of candy. I grab a handful of hair and lightly tug her head back. She gasps then moans louder as I push two fingers inside her then withdraw.
“More,” she mewls, until I corkscrew into her while simultaneously circling her pink button with increasing pressure.
“Oh, God,” she cries out. “I want to feel your cock, please, Ethan, please, I’m dying.”
“You’re going to feel every piece of my cock in time, sexy girl,” I say after letting her nipple slide off my tongue. “Be patient like a good girl.”
“Ooooh,” she breathes as I press into her clit and increase the thrust of my fingers into her tight slickness.
I nibble lightly on the point of her tit, circling around the nipple on the areola with the tip of my tongue. When I add a third finger to stroke inside of her, she moans as the walls of her slit stretch to receive me. She arches her back and urges me deeper.
I slide my tongue down her breast, over her stomach, and I kiss her belly button. She laughs, and her body shakes.
Moving between her legs, I bite the top of her panties. Using my teeth, I pull them off her waist. I slide a hand under the elastic band and pull them down her legs.
With a hand under each knee, I lift her legs up and apart. Wedged up against the tree under my force, she’s held open to my gaze.
Her pussy opens before me like a flower blooming in the sun. The wetness of her excitement draws me to drink her nectar. I bring my mouth to the center of her sex and breathe warm air over her glistening glory. She mews and lifts her hips.
With the slightest movement, I place the tip of my tongue onto her waiting, swollen, pink clit.
She cries with a guttural moan. I torture her with a fluttering tease of gently placed movement on and around her engorged point. She grabs my head and tries to push me closer, but I resist her, extending her build up.
“I need you,” she pants.
I ram deeper into her pussy then follow my thrusts with my tongue. Rylie moans louder as I plunge my tongue, mouth, and face into her wetness. I move up to her clit and suck it in like a plump grape. Shaking, sucking, licking, I spread her legs even farther apart, pulling her thighs taut. Her breathing increases to a manic rate as she claws at my skin
Her peak is fast approaching and I’m ravenous to share it.
The electricity is flowing through her body as she pants like a hungry animal. I concentrate on her most sensitive point while she cries out in a climax.
“I’m coming! Oh, God, Ethan, don’t stop!”
Her thighs squeeze around my head, enrapturing my face in sweet pleasure as I release her legs so I can move my hands to her a
ss. I pull her closer, spreading her pussy against me, and as I squeeze her two soft cheeks, she shutters violently as her orgasm reaches the very essence of pleasure.
“Ahhh!” she releases as her body crashes. She goes limp with the trunk to support her back.
I kiss her thighs with tiny pecks, tasting her sweet juices and I realize that if I don’t release my hammering wood, it’s going to explode.
Standing above her, I tear open my pants as she catches her breath. It’s a good thing, too, because something in me is wild-beast starving and it’s going to take all of Rylie to satisfy my cravings.
13
Rylie
I gradually return to terra firma and reach behind my hips to palm the tree and stop myself sliding in a pool to the ground. My gaze comes into focus as I gaze on Ethan tugging off his pants. Shafts of light, breaking through the foliage, stripe his amazing torso. One shaft falls like a theater spotlight on his huge personal one and every nerve reboots at the sight.
My climax may have broken the book on mind shattering. I may be floating at one with nature and at peace with the universe. But all that zen is mixed with heat rising in my core. I must suffer from a terminal case of greedy girl because after that awesome release, I want more.
Just looking at Ethan trying to rip his clothes off and that incredible granite pillar standing proud and throbbing, sends me mindless in a shower of white light. My pussy twitches back into action, eager to be well and truly destroyed.
Ethan had yanked down his pants bot forgot they wouldn't come off over his huge laced boots. I toy with a hard nipple as I watch my man trying to rip boot form his foot in a rage of desperate need. Then with a satisfied little smile, I slide my back down the trunk to my knees and wrap my mouth around his beautiful round head. His taste is salty and woodsy, although that could be the location, but the masculinity is all Ethan.
He lets out a wild sound as my lips suck in the spongy tip, stretched round and filled by him. His fingers dagger through my hair and entwine the strands with a tug.
“You feel so fucking good,” he husks. I lap my tongue in little flicks along the underside before applying more pressure with my full cavern, now stuffed to the fullest.
I’m really no expert at this and a flicker crosses my mind, wondering whether I’m doing it well enough. But that’s ground into the earth as Ethan’s groans pick up and become more throaty raw. My hand on his thigh encounters a line of puckered skin – another scar. Another mark of the hero. Enervated with lust, I pick up the rhythm, alternating the pressure, changing it up to keep him pleasured. I want this to be amazing. To be as great for him as he was for me.
His shaft is throbbing hotly on my tongue. Then Ethan emits a feral low roar and the velvety hot length slides all the way out.
I reach for it again.
“No,” he rasps as he pulls me up off the ground and rams me, but softly up against our tree. “We’ll save that for later. Right now I need to be inside that sweet little pussy of yours.”
My sexy beast of a man wants to put his thick, stiff and beautiful length inside me and that’s all that matters right now. Becoming his and being consumed by his desire.
He cups under one thigh, palming one ass cheek then the other. He easily scoops me up again like before but this time he settles me on his delicious tip. His strength and control amaze me, I feel like soft, pliable clay sculpted into a piece of modern art.
Once I’m in place, his head perfectly settled in the hollow of my entrance, he circles and prods slightly, making me tremble. The thing is massive in girth, bigger than I’ve ever contained. I hope it’s going to fit. He looks at me with his focused blue eyes and smiles.
“I’ve waited for this moment longer than I can remember, baby,” he says.
“Take me, please, I’m aching for you to be inside of me.”
With a tug on my hips and a thrust of his powerful pelvis, he tugs me down his rigid length.
There is no feeling more wildly satisfying than the first moment of sexual connectedness. Ethan's cock slides into my parting tunnel making me gush with wetness.
I gulp for air and gasp. The feeling of being filled, as if many nights of dreaming had been foreplay, is nearly enough to send me into unconsciousness.
As the base of his cock comes to rest on my folds of pink flesh, I’m penetrated deeper than I thought possible. With both of his hands filled with my cheeks, he begins a rocking motion that forces my pussy to slide up, then down, up, then down.
Wet sounds of suction-release repeated in time with his stroking accompanied by his groans and my mewls. The sounds of intense pleasure.
I try to open my eyes, to gaze into his, but the intensity of his pounding is too much. I can’t maintain concentration on anything except the accumulating buzz in my pussy and the slap of flesh into my clit as he drills into me.
“Baby,” he says. “You’re so beautiful. I could be here forever and still want more of you.”
I try to form words, but it’s impossible. My head thrashes as I grunt and groan instead.
He increases the pace of his thrusting. I’m nearing another climax when he slows.
“What?” I squeak.
“Touch yourself,” he commands with authority. I obey without hesitation.
My clit is swollen and stiff, mirroring his cock, wanting to be stroked. I moan as I twirl my finger. He increases his pumping, and I’m a step from the edge.
“Eyes open, baby,” he orders.
I don’t think I can comply, but I do anyway. The Major's commands sound to me like invitations to pleasure and paradise, and I can’t resist him in any way. Looking up, I see blue darts of light pierce into my soul. I want to look away because his stare is like fire, but I cannot disobey him. Our eyes lock into place, and I can see his crescendo coming as his face contorts and he begins to breathe faster and faster.
He pounds me like he’s invading a beachhead.
I squeeze my pussy tight around his shaft and press into my clit.
“I’m coming!” I shout.
“Oh, Baby,” he grunts. “I’m coming with you.”
He jerks into me faster so his balls slap my ass and I go tumbling over he edge. My climax with Ethan inside me is bedazzling. My eyes stretch wide as I watch his big O blaze with blinding blue heat.
“Ooooh!” he exhales as I feel his climax fire like an exploding sun into my pussy.
My orgasm continues in waves as each additional thrust Ethan gives fills me with more of his manly juice and an animalistic scent fills the air.
In the distance, I hear birds chirping, and a slight breeze rustles the leaves of a nearby tree.
I’m still coming in small pulsations of after climax as he slows his pace to a barely perceptible movement. He leaves his still hard breadth inside me and adjusts my impaled position to ensure I’m resting comfortably but intent on remaining buried inside me.
Face to face, the back of my head against the trunk, his blue eyes less than an inch from mine, he gazes deep into my core.
His mouth finds mine and his tongue, like his cock, is stiff and powerful. I surrender wholeheartedly and allow him to encircle my tongue. Our lips press tightly together, and I’m aware that his cock is still moving slightly inside me.
My clit aches.
My nipples ache.
My muscles feel like I’ve run through the jungle and swum across the channel to another island.
My hands lift to his face and cup the rough chiseled jaw.
Ethan slides an arm under me. He lifts and pulls me into his chest and body. His manhood rocks into and out of my pussy like a boat rocking in a gentle ocean swell. I can feel juices leaking onto my thighs. He reaches a hand around my hip, grabs my ass, and presses me tight to his body.
“Baby,” he says. “Have you had enough?”
“I can’t take anymore,” I say. “I’ve never dreamt that I could be given so much.”
We remain connected at the waist. Unbelievably I can still move,
and I rock my hips gently.
He pulls my face to his and kisses me again. I taste and smell myself. The intensity moves me.
It no longer feels like I’m present, but rather, as if something has possessed my body and is working my pelvis for me. I rock, thrust, drive, and feel Ethan's cock grow back into a monster. It fills me and stretches me. This is no longer me, I realize, but Ethan. He’s become part of me, and his desire to possess me is what fuels my journey to another climax.
“Ooooh,” I let out in a single breath. “I can’t believe we’re going again.”
“Don’t talk, Baby,” he whispers.
He grabs my hips. Using his powerful arms, he increases my pumping into a frenzied dance of hot, wet, naked, glistening bodies. AS he pulls and lift me, impaled on his amazing wide shaft, I think I might scream.
He grunts and thrusts his hips upward.
“I’m coming, Baby,” he says as my pussy clenches and I transform into a mini-universe of exploding supernovas.
“Ahhh,” I gasp as I climax in a wave of power that knocks me over when it finishes.
His final release allows his dick to relax inside me.
We wiggle and squirm, spreading sticky spent wetness across our thighs.
I rest my head on his chest, and he holds me, all his undiminished power supporting me.
“I adore you, Rylie,” he declares.
“I’ve never loved before,” I whimper “I’m yours.”
14
Ethan
Going back to work with a drunk hangover is difficult. With a love hangover, it’s damn near impossible.
Concentrating on case law, reports, filings, and dealing with the obligations of military protocol is draining under the best of circumstances. With my head fit to burst with the memory of all the emotion and pleasure I shared with Rylie, let’s just say my work has become extra difficult. Not to mention that having to interact with the Lieutenant Colonel is confusing.