Kira and I had been hiking most of the day, enjoying a glorious ascent of Sugarloaf Mountain via the northern direct route from Moonridge. Nearly five hours after setting out, sweating as we approached the summit, she and I joined hands and made the final few strides together. Atop the mountain we stood, breathless and alone, awestruck at 9500 feet as we had felt together so many times before at lower elevations. I took Kira's face in my hands and kissed her tenderly, a deliberate and gentle kiss, and the world fell away. Our eyes danced together, our hearts melted together again and again, the world spun around around us, and we fell over and over again in love.
We stayed, perhaps too long, in that high paradise before beginning our descent, and we hurried, fearful of not completing the 8-mile return before dark. We took turns leading the slightly treacherous descent, pausing every hour or so to drink water and rest our aching legs. Pausing for a minute we noticed the dark band on the western horizon, impending weather approaching fast. Kira encouraged me to hurry, but we had at least another hour of walking to go. The wind came first, out of nowhere, and then the rain, cool and sharp as needles. We were still above the big trees, so there was no shelter. Kira looked up at me with ineluctable eyes, lashes dripping rainwater, and I kissed her eyebrows, then her eyelids. She pulled me to her, arms around his waist, and I pressed my hips against her and kissed her fiercely. Then we remembered the storm and hurried towards the cabin.
Just over an hour later we arrived at the cabin and hurried inside, shedding jackets, hats and boots. We were soaked to the skin and stood inside the door, laughing and shivering. And then we hurriedly undressed each other. Kira ripped my soggy shirt from my back and over my head, and I winced each time its wetness touched new skin. I played with her wet hair, impishly squeezing water from her ponytail and letting it run down her back, making her jump as the cold rainwater trailed down her spine, not stopping at the waistband of her shorts.
"You!" she squealed, and fixed me with a look that first held surprise and then became determined. Her hands found the top of my shorts and in one deft movement she undid the button, unzipped them, and slid them down to my ankles. I stood before her, pale blue boxers soaked and transparent and suddenly my desire for her began to intensify as I hardened before her eyes, pushing against the wet material, almost touching her. She was still cold, shivering in her wet shirt, her nipples rigid against it and, pale as they are, darker than the surrounding skin. She saw me looking and smiled, pulling me towards her and kissing me warmly while her hands snaked down my chest and inside the waistband of my boxers. Her fingers were cold like ice as they found my hot flesh, and lightning raced through me at her touch. I was rigid and breathing fast and she stroked me playfully for a moment, then slid my boxers off. I stepped out of them and stood outrageously naked before her.
Never had I felt desire so keen. My eyes darted frantically, taking all of her in. Her beautiful hair, her magnificent and deep eyes, her sweetly smiling mouth, so beguiling, so delicious, home of the best kisses. I took her lower lip in my mouth and sucked it hard for a moment, then I leaned forward and took first one then the other nipple in my mouth as my hands pressed your freezing shirt against her breasts. Kira gasped, and I said "Sorry, Love. Let's get this off you."
I lifted the waistband of her shirt over her head and undid the clasp of her bra. I kissed her again, then trailed my mouth down her chin and neck, and, taking her bra in my teeth, plucked it from her body and let it fall between us. My cold hands found her breasts and she pulled me close, her hard nipples nuzzling my palms as my hardness buried itself against her naked belly. I slid my hands inside the wide legs of her shorts and upwards, my fingertips grazing the edge of her underwear for a moment, my straining ears heard her swallow hard. We saw a bolt of lightning strike somewhere and soon a clap of thunder rocked the cabin and drove us towards each other, still dripping wet, kissing like animals, our fingers journeying all over each other's bodies.
Kira was shivering hard. I grabbed two soft blankets and laid one on the floor before wrapping the other around her. Then standing behind her I ran my hands across her belly and to her shorts, which I undid and slid down her body. She leaned her neck back against me and my fingers danced on her underwear, finding the soft swelling beneath and playing forever in lazy circles. She was moaning and I knew she was no longer cold. Moving in front of her I knelt before her, head under the blanket that swaddled her, and I kissed her legs and thighs, moving always higher, until my tongue found out its desire. She opened your legs slightly and through the persistent cotton material I encountered her. I pressed my cheek against her, feeling coarse and springy hair give way to my pressure. I buried my face in her and breathed in. I could smell her beautiful and magnetic scent and I kissed her, my tongue adoringly tracing circles around her lips and her clitoris, always seeking the edge of her underwear and sneaking a taste of your skin beneath. I took the waistband in my teeth and slid her underwear to her ankles. Then I began to taste her in earnest, my tongue sliding over her pussy again and again, my fingers playing with her lips. She was wet, the cold rainwater replaced with the warmth of passion, and somewhere above me she were moaning, her hands pulling my hair, her hips pushing forward against me. Sometimes I replaced my tongue with a wet finger and teased her, playing light circles on her clitoris while my tongue drifted across your belly and breasts and back again. Her moans became vocal and faster and louder and more urgent, and then they became words.
"Oh, God, Alex! Oh, God. Oh my god my love, oh my god! That feels so good. I love your tongue. I. Love. You."
I grasped her hips and pulled her towards me as I lay back on the floor. And suddenly she were straddling me, her pussy dancing on my tongue, her hands grasping the stone wall above the fireplace. I raked my fingernails across her back and savored the taste of her as her wetness poured into my mouth. Sometimes my hands found her breasts, and sometimes they played with your lips, or darted inside her. I was stroking with my tongue in a slow rhythm, circling her and tracing her lips, then flattening out against all of you. Again and again and again I went round her as her body began to tense. And then it was upon her, fast and from nowhere, like a train in the night her orgasm overtook her. I felt it start and the finger inside her knew the exact moment of it.
"Oh, Alex, Oh GOD, I'm coming for you!" she wailed as her body thrashed above me. She came HARD, hands now on my shoulders, nails digging into me, fingers in my hair, pulling hard. And I didn't stop teasing her with my tongue. And she didn't stop coming, fingernails across my scalp and neck, long pink scratches matching each wave of pleasure, her thighs against my ears, clutching my head tightly. And then she were shaking uncontrollably, each flick of my tongue bringing another spasm, and she pulled yourself off me and lay next to me. My finger replaced my tongue and teased you down from her climax as she nuzzled me and kissed my neck so hard she made a mark. A long time later I drew my fingers from you and licked them clean. Then I took her fingers in my mouth and sucked them gently as she floated back to earth.
We lay still for a while and then her right hand began to make lazy circles on my belly, each one wider than the one before, until she was brushing my aching cock each time around. Then with the tip of her tongue you trailed down from my chest and took me in your mouth, gently sucking, the tip of your tongue playing underneath my head. "God, Kira, that feels amazing," I managed. And she gazed in my eyes. And released me from her mouth. And smiled. And pulled her hair back and fastened it. And kissed me. I was running my fingers up and down her body and then she came to lie next to me on my right side and with three fingers of she right hand you began to play with me while you rested your head on my chest and kissed my nipples. Up and down her hand went, so lightly, and I was in heaven, actually floating on the ceiling, I think.
"You're amazing," she said, "so hard."
"For you, Kira," I gasped.
