by Lauren Wood
Chapter five
I saw his body plummeting to the earth and I followed gaining momentum with the wind slapping me in the face. I pulled the cord and felt the recoil of the parachute pulling me back up into the sky. I followed the brief training I had until I was landing where his parachute was still flapping in the breeze.
I struggled out from underneath the canopy and saw him standing without a stitch on. He had unzipped his jumpsuit and was wearing a colorful red bow around his shaft. I fell to my knees and crawled to him through the high grass until I was laying my claim to his manhood.
“I know you’re my best friends little sister, but his blessing means that we can do anything we want.” I felt empowered to grab the length and to feel his life essence pulsing from within.
“It’s a good thing he’s not here to witness this. Leaving him on the plane after declaring your intentions was a stroke of genius. Taking his parachute and going out that door gave me a pretty good idea of what you had in mind.” I could feel the blades of grass and I quickly pulled off my own Houdini escape from my jumpsuit. I wasn’t naked underneath like he was, but I remedied that with a frantic strip to my birthday suit.
I slathered a large amount of my natural lubrication along every inch with the paintbrush of my tongue. I got to the head and sucked with enough suction to draw a moan of encouragement from his lips.
“I will never find anybody who shows this kind of enthusiasm. I hope you never lose the exploring spirit inside you. I will do whatever I can… Fuck… Fuck… what the hell was I saying?” My main focus was releasing the burden from the spigot of his masculinity.
I was using my hand in a corkscrew maneuver while concentrating the efforts of my lips to the crown of his excitement. I was making him feel good and I could see the expression on his face from where I was kneeling on the ground. I was performing a milking motion with a combination of hand movements and the silky touch of my lips.
“You have to stop before you go too far.” I had no intention of letting this opportunity slip through my fingers. It was sliding with ease back and forth through my fist and the color of his knob had changed to reflect the storm inside.
I moved my hand all the way down the slick surface followed by the length of my tongue taking the brunt end of his instrument. This time I was ready, but I still gagged on the intrusion of his invading force. I used my other hand to cradle his family jewels and to warm them to the touch of my agile fingers.
“I knew one day I was going to face judgment day. You know how to strike the right note. I can’t imagine a better moment than watching you at work. You want my hard cock to spew heavy ropes of my juices into your mouth. Keep doing what you’re doing and you are going to be rewarded kindly.” I professed my love for him by orally stimulating every inch of his weapon.
It was loaded and there was more than one in the chamber ready to fire at will. He tried willfully to pull me by the hair with both hands to release him from the pleasure I was inflicting on him. I didn’t give him the satisfaction and thankfully, he didn’t pull too hard.
I kept moving when he began to expel and I didn’t want him to run dry. I had a hole where my heart was and he was filling it up with more than his love. He grunted in response and let loose with a volume that was hard to contain between my lips.
It found a way to drizzle down both sides of my mouth. I caught it with my fingers and made him watch as I devoured what had tried valiantly to escape. He was standing there with his mouth open and his chest rising and falling with each labored breath.
“You have done it now.” He pushed me back until my legs were on his shoulders. He was licking my arch and sending these tingles of excitement up and down my spine. He sucked each of my toes and somehow they seemed to be connected to my overexcited libido.
“I knew you were kinky, but I never knew how much until this very moment. I can’t even tell you what that is doing to me.” He ran the tip of his tongue over my ankle and followed a direct line up to the inside of my thighs. They quivered to his touch and my legs were open in invitation.
“You have only yourself to blame for the way that I’m reacting. You’re the one that brought this animal out of me. There’s no putting him back in the cage. The key has been thrown away never to be seen from again.” He sliced into me like a cleaving knife with his tongue.
I smacked hard and relentlessly on his back with my feet. It only seemed to encourage and give him the proper incentive to give me a tongue lashing of a lifetime. I heard the sloppy and hungry way he was delivering the point of his tongue into me over and over again.
My orgasm was taxiing down the runway and was about to lift off from the tarmac. It was a genuine expression of our feelings for one another. I used the power of my newly sculpted thighs to pull him to me in a suffocating grip. My lower body hovered in the air with my mound pressed obscenely to his lips. It was when he touched me with the tip of his tongue to my clit that the world turned upside down literally and figuratively.
He was standing with my legs draped over his shoulders and all the blood rushing to my head. My scream echoed across the vast landscape with a chorus of birds taking flight in applause. I came down from a drug like high to feel his hands on the small of my back.
“Anson, I hope I always get this welcome for the rest of my life.” He lowered my legs until my ankles were touching his shoulders. He pivoted on his feet and turned to push me up against a tree.
“I have waited for this long enough, Julia. I shouldn’t have allowed my loyalty to your brother to get in the way. I think having his blessing makes me more secure this is going to last.” The mushroom shape began to sink into the quicksand of my sexual desire.
“Give me more. I don’t want you to tease me. I want you to fuck… MEEEEEE.” The injection was swift and with precision. There was not an inch left over after he buried it to the hilt.
“You have always been the fantasy of the perfect woman. I never thought I could have this and I feel grateful you gave me a chance. Living and working together is going to be an adjustment.” I smiled knowingly at his slip of the tongue. He was asking me to move in without even realizing he was doing it.
“I’m not going to hold you to what you said because I have you in a stranglehold.” His member was deep and I could feel the insistence of his thrusts pounding me relentlessly against the unforgiving tree.
“I meant every word. I want to wake up to your face every morning and to make you smile by ducking underneath the sheets. My pleasure will be finding you in various states of undress. I want to see this expression framed on your face every day.” He had slowed down to catch his breath, but he inadvertently found a way to stoke the fires with the length of his log.
I felt 1 inch after the other plowing the field of my fever for him. The walls were closing in and I could only hope that part of his anatomy was not claustrophobic. I used the skills I had perfected by being with other men to my advantage. I was still young and impressionable.
“It will make me smile to have a certain cream in my coffee every morning. I don’t think it will take much to coax you into my arms and whatever hole I give you permission to have.” His pace quickened and I could see the intention from the way that his lip curled in defiance.
“I want you to join me. I have never been able to wait and you are worth it.” He was struggling and the ripple of my orgasmic release squeezed tightly to the presence of his monument of manhood.
“Anson, I don’t have to be asked twice.” I skinned his flute with the lips clinging to every single morsel. The still waters were churning and bubbling to the surface.
I locked my fingers behind his neck and let him roughly stake me to the tree. I could feel the bark scratching my skin, but the pain was overshadowed by the pleasure.
The dam burst and he followed with a tidal wave of splashing encouragement. He stuck the length all the way in and then back out until only the head remained. The sound coming out of my mouth was an animalistic di
splay of what was natural in the wild.
He continued to fuck me enhancing the fire burning down below. I shuddered in his arms and was amazed to find that I had been able to keep my fingers locked in place. I was overwhelmed with emotion and there were actual tears streaming down my face. He wiped them with his thumb, but I think he knew they were happy tears.
He was older and wiser, but I more than made up for my lack of experience with youthful enthusiasm. I did know my way around a man’s anatomy. I had the fortune to find men willing to give me lessons. I had to use a firm hand to keep them from meandering off course.
He gave one final lunge and I could still feel him jerking like a live wire between my legs. He lowered me to my feet with his legs bent reluctant to pull free from my grip. I backed away breathless until I was falling to a sitting position.
I had my eyes closed and opened them to see him standing proud and strong. My grin widened and I gasped out loud when he pulled me to his stick of dynamite. I was in for a long afternoon. We were getting back to nature in a different way.
Jumping from the plane and having sex on the ground was an aphrodisiac. I was going to make it my mission to combine danger with sex. Fighting fires were going to become our foreplay. We had the same affliction of wanting that adrenaline rush. We had found it in each other.
THE END
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