Mornings were bearable, but the last few days had been brutally hot and humid. Marie and John had escaped the hotel for a few days, renting a tiny cabin in an eco-resort deep in the nature reserve. The place was stunning, but minimalist, barely more than a bamboo hut with a bed in it. But the bed was soft, the white linen luxurious. A mosquito net hung from the roof, giving the small hut a magical feel.
It was also thirty feet up in the air, part of a network of platforms and rope bridges near the tree canopy. A dozen or so little huts were tucked away on the outer edges of the network of platforms, creating privacy. They had woken up that first morning and simply stared at the view, watching the sun climb up above the deep green forest that sloped down towards the distant and glittering sea.
They had made love that first morning, slowly and leisurely, enjoying being half awake and already tasting each other's lips. John moved in her in long slow strokes, holding her in his arms as they kissed. She rolled over on top of him, straddling him, grinding herself into him, building towards her orgasm as she pulled his out of his cock.
They finally collapsed together, her on top, their skin dewey with sweat.
"You can do that every morning if you want" said John, cradling Marie in his arms.
"You want me to wake you up? I get up way earlier than you usually" she replied with a grin.
"I don't have to be awake. Don't let good morning wood go to waste, I'm not going to complain if you wake me up by riding me. That's a delicious way to wake up."
"Okay, maybe," said Marie, resting her head on his chest.
They spent the rest of the day hiking through the jungle, following the few marked trails that allowed visitors to explore the nature reserve. They spotted monkeys and colorful birds, marveled at the tall trees and delighted in the cacophony created by the local animals. Nature was not quiet.
The following morning Marie woke up first. The sun had started to color the night sky a pale pink, revealing the fractal shapes of the forest canopy. She reached out to feel John's body. He was curled up on his side, his back to her, asleep. She moved over, snuggling close, burying her nose in his neck.
She smiled to herself, thrilled to have this man in her life. They had walked and talked and shared and laughed, connecting with an ease and honesty that she had rarely had with anyone else. She felt at ease with him, safe to be herself.
She traced his shoulder with her fingertips, watching his body swell and settle with every breath. His skin was warm and soft, his back solid under her palm. He had a slight musky smell, a warm and masculine undertone she found enticing. Her hand rested on his hip.
She traced the swell of bone with her fingers, followed the long curve of tendon and muscle that led to his thigh. Her fingertips brushed against the small hair that grew at the top of his leg, before sweeping back across the smooth curve of his ass. She snuggled closer, her hand draped over his waist, her hand coming to rest on his belly.
For a few moments she laid against him, matching his breath. Her fingers started to circle his belly button, absent-mindedly playing with the small fuzz of his stomach. She almost fell asleep again.
The tip of his cock bumped against the back of her hand. She paused, then moved her hand. The back of her hand bumped against his cock again. He was hard, the thick shaft of his sex resting against her knuckles.
She held her breath. Was he awake? She lifted her head to peek at his face. The rising sun barely lit his face, just enough for her to see that his eyes were shut, his mouth slack. He was asleep.
She settled back against him. His cock was moving across her knuckles in rhythm with his breathing. She turned her hand over, letting the length of his erection settle in her palm. Gently, she squeezed, holding it. The warmth of it felt good, the soft skin moving over the hard shaft.
She released it, her fingers moving over the length of it, finding the soft bulb that crowned it. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she was violating some trust he had placed in her. After all, he was asleep. But earlier, his comment,..had he meant it? Would he be angry at her touch? Betrayed?
John shifted in his sleep, rolling onto his back. Marie shifted too, resting her head on his shoulder. He draped his arm across her body, pulling her closer. Marie looked up again, checking to see if he was still asleep. He was, or at least he seemed to be. Was he playing a game, pretending to sleep?
Marie moved her hand up and down his cock, slowly, barely touching it with her fingertips. She watched for his reaction as she did so. But his face didn't change, his breath was still deep and slow. He was still asleep.
Marie relaxed, her hand still holding his cock. Her cock, right now. She looked at it, curious, free to really examine it, without the pressure of a lover anxious for pleasure or her attention. She traced the ridge of the head with her fingertips, following the raised canal that ran the length of the shaft, all the way to the balls that lay nestled in their funny pouch of soft skin.
Her mouth was starting to water. She could feel a heat grow in her pussy. She looked up at him again. Still asleep. Did she want him to wake up so he could make love to her like he had the previous morning? Or maybe this morning... She shifted her weight, bringing her leg over his. Maybe this morning would be different.
She paused, one leg thrown over his thigh. She could feel the cool dawn air brush against her pussy, now exposed. She pushed her pubis against the hard bone of his hip, applying pressure on her clit through the soft padding of her mons and pubes. She held her breath, holding on to his shoulders as pleasure grew in her sex. She released the pressure, exhaling softly, not wanting to go too far, too soon.
Marie let go of John's cock, reaching back between her legs to find the wet folds of her sex. She parted the lips of her pussy, opening herself, finding with a single finger the entrance to her vagina. She moved her finger around, her eyes shut, her breath getting shorter. She was a surprised at how wet she already was, at how turned on she found herself to be. Her single finger felt huge, her pussy extra sensitive.
She pulled her finger back and brought the wet tip back to John's cock. She smeared her wetness on the soft bulb, spreading it gently. She reached back, dipping again in her pussy, bringing back her wetness. Bit by bit, inch by inch, she covered his cock in her juices, until she could grasp it and slide her hand along its lubricated length.
Slowly, keeping her eyes fixed on John's sleeping face, she raised herself onto her elbow and straddled him, trying to keep as much weight as possible off of him. She paused, holding herself above him on hands and knees. She lowered herself until her pink nipples brushed against his chest. She kissed his forehead softly. She moved up, brushing a nipple across his lips. She could feel his warm breath blow across her skin, making her nipple pucker, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine.
She reached down and took hold of his cock, pointing it at the entrance of her pussy. Slowly, she sat back, lowering herself onto it.
There was pressure but no resistance. Her pussy was slick with her desire, his cock wet already with her juices. The thick head of his dick pushed her pussy open, making her gasp. She paused, still holding his cock in her hand. She took a few deep breaths, relishing the feeling of his warm cock. She took a quick peek at his face. His eyes were closed, but was that a small smile on his lips?
Marie sat further back, taking in the full length of him in one long, excruciatingly slow push. She moaned, and thought she heard him moan too.
She settled fully on his chest, letting him take her full weight, her knees tucked on either sides of him. She took his face in her hand and kissed his lips.
"Good morning," she whispered.
His hands moved, tracing the edge of her legs, resting on her back. He gave her a gentle hug.
"Good morning," he mumbled in a sleepy voice.
"I started without you," she said, rolling her hips, letting his cock slide in and out by an inch or so.
"Good," he replied, his eyes half open but a smile growing across his lips.
He slid a hand across her ass, encouraging her hip movement. She rolled her hips again, starting a slow rise and fall along the length of his shaft. She pushed her clit against the base of his cock at every thrust. She let her head fall on his shoulder.
John kissed her neck, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. He relaxed, allowing Marie to control the speed and depth of the thrusts. The cool morning air on his wet cock was a sharp contrast to the heat of her pussy. He rubbed her back, listening to her breath as she slowly, methodically, swallowed his cock with her pussy.
Marie rose up a bit, bringing her face to his. They kissed, softly at first, then with more passion as Marie's breathing became tighter. She barely moved up and down anymore, rocking her hips to crush her clit against his pubic bone. A thin moan escaped her lips.
"I'm going to cum.." She whispered.
"Do it. Cum for me, cum on my cock.." pleaded John.
He grabbed hold of her hair with one hand, his other holding her tight as she pushed herself deeper onto him.
They stared in each other's eyes as Marie shook, mouth open, a long deep orgasm spreading across her body from the heated core of her pussy.
