I woke up to the sound of birds chirping as early morning light shone in through the open patio door. Just a dim glow, but those little critters were going nuts. I groaned and rolled off the bed, padded over and shut the blinds, muffling the sound and cutting the incoming light.
The covers on the bed shifted, and I climbed back in to cuddle up next to a very warm, very naked Jessie.
She gazed at me with that innocent, girlish look that had drawn me in, and then rolled over so I could spoon behind her. One arm under her neck and wrapped across her chest to grip her shoulder, the other wrapped around her belly she snuggled that slim body back against me, and I held her tight.
"I love you, Gary," she whispered. "I'm so glad we found each other."
I raised my head from her hair, and she turned to look at me out of the corner of her eye, and I kissed her cheek. "I love you too."
And then I just held her.
Nothing sexual about it at all. I just held her. I enjoyed the feel of her smooth skin, her weight, her heat, her scent, her heartbeat against me. I kept her wrapped in my arms as tight as I could, just being with her.
"Dammit, I love you," I whispered.
I could tell by the way her cheek raised that she was smiling, even though she was turned away from me.
Morning came, the room lightening despite the blinds, the occasional car in the parking lot below growling to life.
"We should get up," Jessie said quietly."Get something to eat. Get dressed. Start the day. Though maybe in a different order." She giggled.
"Yeah... But I want something first."
And just like that, just like flipping a switch, her attitude became sexual. A slow writhe of her back against me, a grind of her ass into my crotch. "What do you want, master?"
"You. Always you."
"And what do you want me to do for you...or what do you want to do to me?"
I pulled her tighter, nibbling and kissing her freckled shoulder, teasing her ear with my tongue until her giggles turned to laughter. "I want to cum in you this morning."
Jessie stretched sensually in my arms, gave me another grind of the hips. "Where, daddy? In my mouth? Do you want me to feed me some protein for breakfast?"
"That sounds nice." I imagined kneeling on the bed while she fellated me doggystyle, reaching over her back to play with her holes while she choked on the meat filling her mouth.
"Or do you want my vagina?" She whispered. "Do you want to shoot your hot load up inside my tight, unprotected cunt? She's getting wetter and wetter the more I think about you fucking me."
"That's it..." I reached around Jessie's hip to rub my fingers up and down her slit, dipping lower to collect the growing wetness, bringing it back up to circle around her clit, all while my other hand fondled her small breast, pinching and rolling the nipple, eliciting gasps and moans.
"You don't want my butthole?" Jessie inquired next, her voice innocent. "You don't want to hold me down and make me beg you to degrade me, force me to take your big, hard cock like that?" She ground her ass against my groin, a slow, sensual press and roll of the hips.
I levered us over, pinning her facedown on the bed with my bulk. She giggled and then groaned, shifted her legs open beneath me and rolling her hips up as much as my weight on her would allow. "Take what you want, daddy. Please... Take it..."
I reached down between us to guide my prick in between her thighs. The head met wet flesh and I gently pushed forward, both of us groaning at the exquisite sensation of filling her. "Fuck, you feel amazing," I whispered in her ear.
"You do too."
Slowly I sawed in and out of her, angling down to drag against her g-spot, prompting a shift and a squeak. I gathered her wrists together and clasped them to the sheets above her head. "Don't you even think about moving."
I kept rutting inside her, enjoying the tightness and slipperiness, but also the warmth and closeness of her body pressed to mine... And the dark pleasure of pinning her down, pinning her open, having my woman trapped powerless beneath me and taking her however I wanted.
Jessie shrieked and stiffened, and I watched her mouth work through wordless gasps, eyes wide, arms fighting my strength futilely. Between my dick scraping against the front wall of her twat and my weight humping her clit against the bed, she'd gotten off hard and quick. I watched the seemingly agonized expressions of pleasure cross her flushed face, such a beautiful contrast to her black hair, and then she started laughing.
I smiled and started thrusting faster.
My own climax came moments later, and I bit down on Jessie's shoulder as the contractions throbbed through my body, my cum pumping deep into my lovers still clenching tunnel. I rolled off as soon as my ejaculation ceased, so as not to crush her, and Jessie rolled over too, kicking the sheets off the bed and reaching down to touch the liquid welling out of her body. She stroked it up and across her vulva, smearing my spunk across her skin and manicured pubic hair, then looked over at me, her expression innocent. "You like cumming in your little girl, don't you, daddy?"
I shifted over on top of her, propping myself up on my elbows. "Always." I kissed her and it wasn't lustful, but loving. Passionately loving.
She stroked my face. "I like it too. I like being that close to you, feeling that inside me."
"Good. Cuz its gonna happen a lot, and frequently."
"Yay!"
I dressed while Jessie cleaned up from our morning fun, then she dressed and we headed down to the lobby for breakfast. We found a dejected looking McKenna trying to construct a breakfast taco out of a pancake, and not having any luck. Already she had a mess of sausage and eggs on her plate next to a pile of torn pancakes.
"Quit while you're ahead," I suggested as I sat down. "You've already mangled five."
That earned me a middle finger salute.
"How was your evening?" Jessie asked brightly around a mouthful of raisin bran.
"It sucked," the programmer grumped. "I even tried texting you guys to see if you wanted to watch a movie or something. Must've been off having fun without me."
My lover gave me a brilliant smile, looked sheepishly at her friend. "Sorry. We, uh, yeah...we were indisposed."
"Rub it in my face..." McKenna said glumly.
"Awww, I'm sorry." Jessie reached over and patted her friend's hand, then stole a sausage off her plate.
"Where are we going today?" I asked, not wanting to give McKenna a chance to revel in her chastity-induced unhappiness. "Remember we need to end up in South Yellowstone tonight."
"That's easy. Old Faithful, duh. There's some beautiful scenery on our way out, forests, meadows, a bunch of waterfalls, more hot springs, I mean... It's YELLOWSTONE."
Flipping through my phone at the end of the day with a bourbon in my hand, while Jessie and McKenna edited together a commercial across hotel lobby coffee table from me, I finally had time to reflect back on how perfect the day had been.
Dammit, I loved that girl.
And my pictures showed it.
They captured her excitement at seeing Old Faithful erupt, first a look of boredom and impatience as we waited, then squealed excitement as the boiling liquid jetted into the air.
I of course HAD to make a crude joke to McKenna about this being the only ejaculation she'd seen recently, for which she'd punched me in the arm, as hard as her little muscles would allow.
There were lots of pics of the girls picking their way down slopes to the explore the debris-choked bottom of one of the omnipresent creek valleys overlooked by parking turn offs and split rail fencing. One of my three favorite pictures was of her turning back to retort to something I'd said, the sun catching her hair as it whipped around, a look of amusement and adoration on her face.
Further on in my gallery of pictures were the girls climbing over boulders along the side of the road near the hot springs, noses wrinkled in disgust at the pungent sulfur stench. McKenna had thought there might be interesting colors in the bubbling mess, and they'd gone climbing for a better look, much to my chagrin.
Another favorite was the picture taken of Jessie standing in the middle of the arid landscape of the valley surrounding the hot springs pools, one hand raised to shield her eyes, her button-up tied around her short ribs, looking like she was surveying an alien planet.
I loved the pictures of the pastoral meadows on the way out of the park, sun glistening off babbling brooks, the immense greenery surrounding us lit gold as the day closed. Irrationally I wish I knew how to fish, simply so I could have an excuse to come back and stand in the middle of a gorgeous creek on a hot summer day.
Wind had picked up on our way out of the park, blowing clouds across the sky and turning an idyllic summer day gray and dark, the hot air fiercely whipping through the trees, the cracks and creaks and rustles of the forest moving sounding like the park was an angry beast all around us. We drove into West Yellowstone as rain sheeted down, joining the slow crawl of traffic abandoning the day's pursuits due to stormy weather.
Dinner was at a newly constructed Taco Johns because I couldn't stand listening to McKenna whine anymore. We sat in the booth well after our meal was finished, playing with our phones and smelling grease and potato and enjoying that comfortably cozy feeling of looking out the window at rain and thunderclouds. The picture of Jessie with an ice cream spoon in her mouth, making cat ears on her head with her hands at McKenna brought a lump to my throat every time I looked at it.
I loved her so much.
The pictures showed every public side of her. Adoring, innocent, intense, wondering. I liked catching a picture of her off guard, in the middle of a sentence or while she wasn't paying attention to me. The way she cocked her hip to take a photo or squinted into the sun or leaned into the back seat to talk to McKenna - every moment of her that I captured was perfect.
I'd run into a gas station on our way to the hotel, picked up a couple cans of cola and a bottle of whiskey for Jessie and I and rum for McKenna, and after a hard workout in the basement gym, I'd showered, dressed, poured the girls their drinks, and come out to sit in the lobby and relax as the storm raged around the building.
The décor was western, sandstone and rough-hewn logs and exposed beams that were in all likelihood sculpted plastic. It felt right to be drinking a western style whiskey, or would have, if I hadn't watered down the unbearably harsh alcohol bite with soda. Shit, this stuff was violent. I resolved never to buy the orange labeled bottle again.
I looked over at the girls, huddled around Jessie's laptop balanced on their knees, talking softly as they edited their commercial, teaser, trailer, PowerPoint, whatever it was.
My woman was gorgeous.
I've slept with a lot of women. Most of them I would consider on the far right side of the attractiveness Bell Curve. Stunningly hot women of every race, ethnicity, appearance, even an actual model once.
