“I’m fine, Clay, really.” She leaned out and put her fingertips in the water, only to jerk them back out instantly, shaking the water off. “Oh, my God, that’s cold!”
Clay laughed. “It’s fed by a spring farther up in the mountains. This time of year, you get a lot of snowmelt.” He paused, then suggested hopefully, “There’s a blanket in Hercules’ saddlebag. Why don’t we spread it out on the grass over there by the trees so we can watch the waterfall without getting a crick in our necks.”
“Sure.”
While Leah stood and waited, Clay went over to the horse and withdrew a thin blanket. Then he led her over to a grassy spot, spread the blanket, and sat down, spreading his legs and bending his knees. “Here.” He patted the blanket in front of him. “Sit here and lean back against me.”
Leah fell to her knees at the edge of the blanket and crawled between his legs, turned around and sat down several inches in front of him.
With a sigh, he scooted his hips forward until his granite-like cock ground into her backside. He put his arms around her just beneath her breasts, and nuzzled his face against her neck. “Much better,” he said, resting his chin on the top of her shoulder.
Leah relaxed and leaned back against him, turning her head so he could kiss her cheek. She’d never been in a more peaceful or beautiful place. Nestling against him, she sat there in the warm sunshine, beguiled by the sounds made by splashing water, buzzing insects, and singing birds. Seduced by the heat, scent, and feel of the big male body holding her with such tenderness. Such gentleness. Such utter possessiveness.
As if to prove her point, he loosened his arms. His hands went to the knot at her waist and quickly untied it, pulling the flaps of his shirt apart. Sliding his hands beneath the hem of her tee, he smoothed them over her belly and abdomen, and up her rib cage to cup each heavy breast, lifting them up and down as if testing their weight. His thumbs began to tease her hard, aching nipples, circling them, mashing them, flicking them, slowly at first, then faster until she was moaning with pleasure. Noting with satisfaction Leah’s accelerated breathing, he grasped her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. She let out a shuddering cry and arched her back, shoving her breasts deeper into his touch, writhing in a beguiling mixture of pleasure and pain as he started tugging on them, first one, then the other.
Lightning bolts of pure pleasure streaked from her tormented nipples straight to her clit. She moaned.
He chuckled in her ear. “You like that, don’t you, little sub?”
She arched her neck. “Yessss.” It came out as a sustained hiss.
“Lean up.” He released her breasts and quickly pulled his shirt down her arms and off of her. She grabbed the hem of her tee and pulled it over her head, letting him take it from her and drop it on the ground behind him. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he watched his hands playing with her breasts, plumping and kneading her supple flesh, pinching and pulling her nipples until they were hard, aching knots. “Such lovely little titties,” he murmured, enraptured by the sight of his dark, calloused skin against the creamy pinkness of hers. “So full and round and sensitive. I love your nipples, baby. They’re so responsive to my touch.” He released her and put his hands beneath her elbows, tapping upward. “Get up on your knees,” he commanded softly, “and turn around. I can’t wait to taste those berry-like beauties.”
Dazed, Leah got to her knees and turned around, naked from the waist up. The cool breeze blew across her nipples, hardening them even further. Since she wasn’t wearing any panties, the copious flow of juices from her pussy had soaked the entire crotch of her jeans.
“Come closer, baby.” He beckoned her forward, grasping her elbows and steadying her as she crawled toward him. “Present your breasts to me, Leah.” His voice was still soft, but an edge of steel had crept into it.
Leah’s breath snarled in her throat. Her eyes darkened and her eyelids drooped. So aroused it was painful, she put her hands beneath her breasts, lowering her head to watch as she obediently lifted them toward his mouth.
He leaned forward and took a nipple into his hot, wet mouth and she nearly lost her balance, kept upright only by his hands at her waist, hard and possessive, and the mouth that was latched onto her breast. He began suckling, gently at first, then with more force, making her moan and writhe against him and toss her head. Replacing her hands with his, he gripped her breasts mashing them together in the center of her chest. Back and forth he went, from one taut nipple to the other, sucking, licking, nipping with his teeth then soothing with his tongue.
Her hands lifted to curve around his head, untying the leather thong and freeing his thick black hair, letting it sift through her fingers to flow down his back. The breath shuddered from her lungs in a series of cries and mewls as he continued to both pleasure and torment her breasts. Her nipples felt raw, as though someone had rubbed sandpaper across them. But she absorbed the pain, as she absorbed everything else about him, his scent, his heat, his dark, compelling masculinity.
Releasing her nipple with a groan, he loosened his hold, slid his arms around her and up her back, and thrust his face into the valley between her breasts, his breathing ragged and choppy. Leah clasped his head in her arms and held him close, closing her eyes and pressing her cheek to the top of his head. They stayed that way for a long time until he finally sighed and dropped his arms.
“Sit back on your heels,” he rasped in a voice that sounded like gravel being pulsed in a blender. “Keep your head down.”
As she lowered herself to sit on her legs, Clay unfolded his body and stood up in front of her. His hands went to his waist and she heard the metallic clink of the buckle and the slide of his belt through the loops, followed by the rasp of his zipper. She heard the rustle of fabric as he pushed his jeans off his hips and down his thighs, freeing the erection that had been strangled by the tight fabric. It was hard and thick, nearly purple with engorged blood, and leaking pre-cum like a faucet. Grabbing his cock around the base with his left hand, he stroked up and down his length, his breath hissing between his teeth. He curled the fingers of his right hand beneath her chin and tilted her head up.
“Eyes on mine,” he ordered.
Her gaze flew upward and locked with his. His eyes were black and smoky, filled with lust…and something else. Something softer, something gentler. Her eyes were the color or a deep, jungle pool, filled with apprehension.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?”
“N-no.”
“Do you have any objection to taking my cock in your mouth?”
Her belly clenched, spilling even more liquid onto her already soaked jeans. God, the words he uses! Raw. Carnal. Taboo. Sucking a man’s cock was not something she had ever even considered doing. If Richard had asked, she would have flatly refused and walked out of the room, offended. But Clay? She desperately wanted to suck his cock. More than anything, she wanted to give him that pleasure, as he had pleasured her with his mouth. “No.”
“This is a scene, Leah. Whenever we’re alone and about to have sex it’s a scene. And during a scene, I expect you to call me Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“So. Let’s do this again. Do you have any objection to taking my cock into your mouth?” he repeated, giving her the chance to respond correctly.
“No, Sir.”
He nodded. “I expect you to swallow every drop of my cum.”
Holy crap! “Yes, sir.”
He cupped her cheek. “That’s my very good girl.”
His smile and his words of praise sent another gush of creamy warmth cascading through her. Every nerve in her body felt electrified, as if a current were zapping back and forth between them.
Simultaneously he released both his cock and her chin. “Look at my cock.”
Lowering her gaze, she stared at his erection, her eyes filled with lust. It was long and thick and heavily veined, with a flared purple head so shiny it looked wet. It curved upward toward his belly but
ton. His testicles hung beneath like a ripe peach.
“Smell my cock.”
“Yes, Sir.” Mouth dry, she leaned in and placed her nose against his heated skin. His cock jerked away from her, so she grabbed it, wrapping her fist around the base and holding it still for her exploration. She ran her nose up and down the length of his shaft, inhaling deeply, hoping his next command would be to lick it. She circled the dribbling tip with the tip of her nose, spreading his pre-cum all around the shiny head. He smelled musky and earthy and sweaty. He smelled like exactly what he was, a pure, primal male. He smelled, in a word, wonderful. Slanting her head, she carried her quest lower, burnishing his wrinkled ball sac, lifting it with her free hand to explore the damp skin on the underside. God, she longed to put out her tongue and taste him there.
Stifling a groan, Clay spread his legs. “Lick my cock, Leah. Taste all of me.”
With a sigh of satisfaction, she began to lick all up and down his shaft, nibbling at him like he was an ear of corn, exploring his varying tastes and textures, from the satin-smooth skin of his bulbous head, to the heavily-veined surface of his stalk. She swirled her tongue around his sac, used it to palpate his balls. She slid her mouth up to his cock head, closing her lips around it and flicking her tongue back and forth across the sensitive little knot on the underside, wrenching a groan from his throat. He bucked his hips forward and threw his head back. She glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, his expression one of pure ecstasy. With those slashing cheekbones, those full, luscious lips, that hair billowing in an inky cloud around his head, he looked like what he was. What he’d always dreamed of being. A warrior. Savage, pagan, primitive.
Tears stung her eyes. Lowering her gaze, she returned to her explorations, circling her tongue around the trench at the base of his flared head, digging at it like she was digging a ditch.
With a sharp, hissing intake of breath, Clay bucked his hips, shuttling his cock deeper into her mouth. His hands came out and grabbed her head for balance, his fingers fisting in her hair. “Christ, Leah! That feels so good. So fuckin’ good!” His fingers tightened, tugging at her scalp, hard enough to bring pain, but she barely noticed. “Now gather as much spit as you can, then take me all the way inside your mouth as far as you can.”
Raising up a little on her knees, she closed her lips around the head of his cock, bathing it in her saliva. Then, hollowing her cheeks, she pulled him into the lush, silky haven of her mouth.
“Fuuuuuck! Leah!” His body jerked in pleasure as the cry left his throat, shattering the peace of the wooded glade.
She pulled back up, palpating him with her tongue as she rose, sending another cry ululating through the glen. Then, wrapping the base of his cock in her fist, she began fellating him in earnest, her head bobbing up and down, her hand twisting with each stroke. She felt him thicken and jerk in her mouth.
“Fuck, Leah, I’m coming! I’m coming!” His thighs were shaking, every muscle in his body was taut as a violin string. And then, with a shout of pleasure, his hips thrust forward and he blasted his seed against the back of her throat. Releasing the seal of her mouth, she swallowed his load. Speeding up the action of her hand, she coaxed another burst out of him, catching it on her tongue. She slurped the next burst off of his cock, licking each subsequent dribble until she had cleaned him completely. Releasing him, she looked up at him, a triumphant grin on her face.
His shoulders slumped forward. His legs gave out and he fell to his knees. Throwing his arms around her, he jerked her up against him, smashing her breasts against his chest, desperately seeking her mouth. Her moan died in her throat as he crushed his lips to hers. Opening her mouth with a sharp twist of his head, he swept his tongue inside, engaging hers in a frantic duel, tasting the faint remnants of his semen. His hands were impatient as he reached between them, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, shoving them down her hips. “Take them off,” he ordered against her mouth. “Lie flat on your back, legs spread.” He released her, straightening.
She battled with her jeans, trying to pull them off over her tennis shoes. When that didn’t work, she just yanked her shoes off her feet, kicking the jeans off with them. She lay back, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. His hard-on was still huge. It was like a giant club rising between his legs. Her arousal spiked, robbing her of her breath. The wild darkness in Clay’s eyes told her what he wanted from her. More than mere submission. Surrender. Total capitulation. Need wrapped around every cell of her body, igniting the hunger that always seemed to be just below the surface. Need for this man and this man alone. Slowly, provocatively, she bent her knees, licking her lips as she slid her feet outward and let her legs fall open, revealing herself to him, pink and swollen and completely hairless. Her breathing hitched at the sight of his hand reaching for his still-hard cock, glistening with her saliva, fisting it much more tightly than she ever could.
His jeans were around his ankles, so retrieving a condom involved a bit of contorting, but he finally managed to open the packet and glove himself. Crawling between her legs, he lowered himself onto his elbows on either side of her head, lowering his mouth to capture hers in a kiss that was a languid exploration, heating her blood until it was boiling in her veins. He rubbed his cock up and down her newly-hairless slit, coating himself with her slickness, until it snagged on the entrance of her vagina. Pleasure zig-zagged through her, a bolt of lightning straight to her core. “Guide me in” he ordered, lifting his mouth from hers just long enough to speak those three words. Then he went back to kissing her with skill, passion, and something deeper, something…softer. Something she craved with every cell of her body.
Reaching down and grabbing his cock, she lifted her hips while he lifted his head, the liquid heat of his gaze burning into hers, holding her captive while he flexed his hips forward, entering her one excruciating inch at a time. She felt her tissues parting, opening up as his cockhead advanced until he was in all the way. The breath hung suspended in her lungs as he hovered above her, stretching her, filling her, gripped by her clenching muscles. “Christ, Leah, you’re so tight. So sweet. I love fucking you.”
Then she felt her tissues collapsing, closing in on the emptiness he left behind as he withdrew inch by excruciating inch.
With just his cock head remaining inside her, he lifted himself up slightly, balancing his upper body on one hand to stare down at where their bodies were joined, watching avidly as his glistening cock slowly disappeared inside the raging inferno of her cunt. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry, keeping his strokes slow and steady, varying the angle of his thrusts to stimulate every part of her clenching inner walls.
“Harder,” she begged, licking her lips. “Faster. “Please, Clay.”
“All in good time, baby,” he soothed. “I want to savor this—savor you. I took you so fast last night, I didn’t get a chance to do that. I want this time to be about the journey, not just the destination.”
Her response was to close her eyes, throw her legs around his waist and lock her ankles behind his back, thrusting her hips upward. Her inner muscles flexed, sucking him deeper into her heated core. “Please…please.”
Clay gritted his teeth. Christ! Her body was heaven! It would be a miracle if he survived this so-called journey. Sucking in his breath, he gave her what she so obviously wanted. What she so obviously needed. He sped up, thrusting in and out, caressing her tender tissues with heat and light that exploded behind her eyelids in starbursts of pleasure. His energy closed over her, swamping her, sending a current of electricity sizzling through her. Her muscles convulsed around him as he built her orgasm with every pistoning motion of his hips.
He rammed inside her, driving as deep as it was possible to go, as if he were trying to pierce her very heart. She moaned, meeting him thrust for thrust as he pounded into her like a battering ram. Grunts and groans, the animalistic sounds of mating, rent the air as the coil within her grew tighter and tighter. He pumped his hips, his movements becoming mo
re and more erratic as he drove them both higher and higher, until, with a howl, she exploded beneath him, her convulsing body pulling him over the edge right behind her into destruction. Their cries shattered the quiet as pleasure crashed over them in monstrous waves, tumbling them, dragging them under, slamming them against the rocks. Until the convulsions heaving through them slowed and finally stopped, leaving them limp and exhausted. Clay slid his arms beneath her and held her tight. Bodies still connected, he rolled onto his back, pulling her around to lie atop him where she sprawled like a sweaty blanket. Finally, his penis deflated and slipped out of her.
He just lay there holding her with one arm, stroking her hair with the other hand as their pounding heartbeats returned to normal and their breathing slowed. “Lift up, baby,” he said quietly. Putting her hands on his chest, she pushed herself up, looking at him through eyes that were dazed and unfocused, her tousled hair in wild disarray around her head. He rolled her off of him onto the blanket. “Stay right here, love, I’m going to get something to clean us up.”
“Oh, not that cold water,” she protested. “I’d rather go home reeking of sex than bathe in ice water.”
Clay just chuckled. “I have some wet wipes in Hercules’ saddlebags. I’ll be right back.” He went over to the horse, who had been quietly munching grass through the entire scene. When he came back, he ripped open several packets and wiped as much of her as he could. Then, while she was putting her clothes back on, he tied off the condom and cleaned himself. Careful to pick up every scrap of trash, he put everything into a zip-lock bag and zipped it shut. He looked up to see Leah eyeing him skeptically from beneath raised eyebrows. “What?” he asked.
“Nothing. You just seem awfully well-prepared for a spontaneous outing to the falls,” she commented.
He laughed. “Believe me, there was nothing spontaneous about it.” He waggled his eyebrows. “This, my lady, was a carefully planned seduction, designed to ravish your senses and render you insensate, so as to take advantage of your ripe, luscious body. So how’d I do?”
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