Unholy Inferno

After two hours of nonstop conversation during the drive up the mountainside, we finally pull up to the cabin. Elated, I jump out of the car, the rock driveway crunching beneath my flip-flops as I take a few steps away from the car. Breathing in the clean mountain air, my head spins delightfully from the intoxication of the pine mingled with my own excitement.

Home. Though I do not live here, the family cabin on the shore of the lake is the home of my heart, and bringing him here was like giving a piece of myself away. When I see Grayson smile as he breaths in the fresh air as I had only moments before, and I know that he can understand the magic of this place.

"Wow."

I smile at his simple, yet so very expressive statement. "You haven't seen anything yet." I turn away, and start walking towards the walkway at the side of the house, "Come on!"

Grayson follows, the length in his legs eating up the distance until he is walking beside me. Our arms brush against each other as we make our way around to the front of the house. I bypass the side door that stands opposite a long, well used picnic table shaded by a tall white canopy. The paved walkway steps down, and opens to a short expanse of lawn bisected by a concrete pathway I know leads to the water, but a huge pine tree several feet thick blocks the view.

Staring up into the height of the ancient tree, Grayson's gaze sweeps in the direction the tree is leaning ever so dangerously. I hear him suck in a sharp breath as the panorama that lies beyond the edge of the grass. Water glimmers like a million stars in the bright summer light, held ever so gracefully in the cup of a pine filled valley. From our vantage point, four docks spear out from the land, bobbing softly in the quiet water. I know more line the lake shore, like little fingers pointing to the opposite shore set aside for day campers and beach goers.

The property of the cabin ends abruptly with a three foot drop to what is usually our small stretch of personal beach that is accessible by an old concrete ramp. This summer, because of the torrent of rain the Sierra's received during the spring, the water had already risen almost up to the grass edge though the season was yet early.

Delighted, I walk towards the water, tossing over my shoulder, "So, did you bring your bathing suit?"

"No, I didn't realize I should have."

I kick off my flip-flops when I reach the ramp descending into to the water. "Me neither. I didn't realize the water would be so high already." Yanking my shirt up over my head, I reveal a black lace shadow cupping my fair skin with diaphanous material.

Grayson's eyes were wide with a hungry surprise when I turn to look at him. Smiling wickedly, I ask, "Boxers or briefs?"

"Huh?" Stunned by my fast and unexpected strip -- quite thoroughly distracted by the sight of my barely covered breasts -- the meaning of my question slowly penetrates. I unsnap my jeans and push them down my hips, revealing another few scraps of black lace and a thin string that holds it precariously high up on the curves of my hips, and he answers without thinking, "O, uhh, boxers."

Stepping away from my clothes, my eyes twinkling mischievously, I say, "Well, I won't tell if you don't tell." Then I turn away, giving him a glimpse of the tiny black triangle that descends between the cleft of my ass before I dive into the cool, mountain fresh water.

His T-shirt goes flying in one direction as his flip-flops join my own. When I resurface, he is yanking a leg out of his jeans as he hopped on the other to keep his balance. My laugh goads Grayson into the lake, a shallow dive aimed in my direction. I look down into the murky water, wondering where and when he was going to pop up to startle me, when I felt a pair of strong hands at my waist. Fingers tickle my sides and I squirm and squeal, trying to get away from the playful torture. When I finally break loose, he surfaces with a boyish grin. A retaliatory splash has that grin melting into a calculating look that has nervousness and exhilaration tingling through my body.

Circling around me, as if herding a hapless prey, Grayson's eyes never leave mine as I twist and turn in the water to keep him in my sight. My body tenses, waiting to dodge the move I know is coming. Yet, his lunge takes me completely by surprise despite my wariness. Heavy, muscle-bound arms wrap around me, pulling me under the water. In a sudden panic, I struggle against the iron grip until he quickly brings me to the surface.

"God, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," his words deep and soothing as I drag in deep breath after deep breath. His arms gentled around me, and his hands softly brushed the ropes of waterlogged hair out of my face.

"I'm fine," I whisper, my voice as weak sounding as my body now felt. "I'm just not the best swimmer."

My head whirls from the feel of the controlled, wiry strength of his arms cradling me so carefully. Eyes connect, only this time I feel only warmth as I hold his pale green gaze. I couldn't drag my eyes away had my life depended on it. Slowly, giving me what felt like an eternity to move away, his face lowers to mine. Lips brush softly across mine, and I sizzle.

My mouth opens with a sudden gasp, and Grayson took the advantage to invade me with his soul-stealing tongue. The same fire that had kindled in my body glitters in his eyes as he took all he could from me. Grasping his shoulders with my hands, I arch up into the kiss. Our lips fuse, our lust flares dangerously. Tongues battle and teeth clash and lips demand absolute submission. My legs snake around his waist, and as I press my center upon the hard evidence of his desire, I suck frantically on Grayson's tongue. Hands reach down to cup my ass, and when he grinds in slow, erotic circles against me, he feasts eagerly upon my lower lip.

Letting Grayson take the task of keeping me from drowning, I explore the expanse of his chest. Fingers follow the line of his collar bone, then I press my hands flush against the firm muscle of his chest. When I circle flat his nipples, Grayson growls low in his throat and thrusts his tongue deeper in my mouth in response. My hands delve lower and lower as his tongue traces along the inside of my upper lip. I force my hands between our bodies, sliding under the waistband of his saturated boxers.

My fingers curve around his thick member, and I purr in pure, feminine satisfaction. His cock is a long shaft of vulnerably soft skin covering solid masculine perfection. My hands can barely wrap around the girth, yet his groan is ragged and almost desperate when I stroke up and down his length with both of my hands tightly squeezing. His eyes clench shut as he endures the decadent torture of my ministrations.

A steel grip fastens around my wrist and wrenches my hand away. I look up at him, my breath catching in my throat at the ravenous look on Grayson's face. He ravishes my mouth with his own, his hands gripping hard on my hips, and an unholy inferno explodes within me. I shudder when fingers slide under the triangle of fabric at the small of my back, following the trail until it meets where my desire burns with wet heat.

I whimper and writhe against Grayson, encouraging him to fill me, to explore me thoroughly with his seeking fingers. Instead, he quickly brushes my panties to the side, and, with one deliciously brutal thrust, impales me to the core with his throbbing cock. He swallows my scream of ecstasy with his mouth, his tongue muffling my wild cries as he fills my mouth as completely as he fills my body.

With his hands firm on my hips, he lifts me upward -- dragging my center against the hard pane of his stomach until every nerve in my body were jangling like warning bells before an attack -- and then slams me back down again on his cock with jarring force.

I curl into his body, biting down hard on the tendon of his shoulder as he pummels into me again and again; delving deeper and deeper as if heaven could be found only when he caresses the edge of my womb. And then, as he reaches the very end of me, my world bursts into an incandescent explosion of searing passion and feverish sensations.

Grayson plunges into the hot abyss of my body once more, shudders as the contractions of my orgasm ripple up and down the length of his cock, the control he had on his lusts snapping. Unleashed, I feel the powerful surge of his cock as he empties himself into me as his hoarse cry echoes across the lake.