With methodical slowness, you kiss my lips, grip my round, firm ass in your hands, and lift me; our chests collide, and my legs go around your hips. Your cock is right there at my sensitized entrance, with a heat radiating off its tip. You smile at me and rock me up and down onto the tip, not letting yourself enter. The rawness and the fiery burn are so damn hot. Our mouths kissing, bruising, teeth hitting teeth, and locked tight, trying to devour as much as we can take from one another.
You whisper against my lips, "May I have this dance tonight? I promise that you won't forget." You're exactly what I need. And with that whisper along my lips, you begin to push your thick, stiff shaft further inside my desired core, moving at the slowest intensity of pace because you love to feel my walls grip you tightly and feel every slow burn just rocking my body into yours, making every sensation peak to the highest and hold in that breath-stopping stride, that sends my body into convulsions---where my vision goes white then black---it's like a lightning rod sparks and bursts that send my body spiraling out of control.
The echoes ricochet through the mountain, your name floating from my lips, raspy and hoarse, but the slow dance of your cock inside my walls, and the moans whispered so good, my desire shatters my will to hang at that peak any longer. Screaming out, the fire you have ignited, blazing hotter, my nerve endings singed. I cum with an explosion and soak your cock with my silky, warm goodness.
You lay me down in the shallow waters of the waterfall and let my body cool down, your cock still nestled tight inside my quivering walls, and the low moans still moving through me, your beast of a cock still stroking through my walls tenderly and slowly. The way your tongue drags down my neck, and to my erect nipples, you bite down and then soothe the bite with the flat of your tongue.
You continue to move inside my walls, my legs wrapped completely around your tight, muscular body, my back arching to offer every part of me to you. Your muscles are flexed and pulled, taut from holding yourself above me, so you can watch my face and body respond to your skilled and sensual seduction. My mouth forms into an O, holding my breath; I can feel the current sizzle, and how you work your cock inside me, hitting every spot that sends me into another whirlwind of release. A dance I won't forget.
Scene 5
You nip and bite my lips, pulling achingly slowly from my hot body. I whimper from the loss of your stiff, thick, long shaft filling me.
You chuckle, and whisper, "Don't you fret; you'll get so much more."
The lust fills my eyes, and you pick me up and carry me over to the fire blazing in the sand, lay me softly down on a vast, burgundy blanket, and move the hair from my face that is slick with sweat and the waterfall that cascaded down our bodies.
The warmth from the fire dries our bodies, and you bend down and work slow, long kisses along my ankles up the inside of my leg. Your eyes dancing across my core from your heated desire alone, has me coiling into knots.
Your fingertips part me, and your tongue makes a slow descent to dip inside, before sliding back up and circling my clit. The groan you emit into the great outdoors and roaring fire, is like fingertips dancing over my most intimate flesh--all-consuming and everywhere at once. There is no urgency. No rush to get me off. Just a slow dance of your mouth and the soft slide of your tongue, as you worship me in a way that keeps me on the threshold.
And when the warm wave of bliss hits me with its pulsing vibrations, I allow myself to scream out once more. You rise on your knees, my body languid and drained, but you position your cock again at my waiting lips and thrust into my warm, wet mouth. Your growl is deep and wanting, and I begin licking and sucking, as you drag back out so slowly, my teeth grazing the sides of your shaft, 'til the tip rests on my swollen lips. And I swirl my tongue around and around, tasting myself on you, mixed with your pre-cum leaking from the tip. Such an intoxicating flavor, and I moan with renewed vigor and need.
You sense my need once again, as I rub my finger over my clit, my hips lifting out of necessity and need for your cock to spread me open and slide back into my heat. You pull from my lips and position the head of your cock over the sensitive bundle of nerves burning for you. You swirl your pre-cum-leaking tip against my juicy pussy lips, gently spreading them open, feeling them envelop your mushroom head. You look deep into my eyes that are locked on yours, and at that moment, a spark ignites a flame, and your veiny shaft begins to piston through my walls.
I bend my hips forward to welcome you to sink in; your restraint snaps, and you lose control. At that moment, we're a mass of hips thrusting, voices crying out, hands grasping, and fingers digging into my flesh, as my nails drag down your back. The screams of pleasure echo off the mountainside, and the heat of the fire blazing our skin hotter and hotter, 'til we both lose ourselves in a thunderous rapture of ecstasy. Your hot seed shoots deep inside my core, filling me with so much of your fire. My body bucks wildly from the glorious sensations and the warmth flooding me. I come apart at the seams, and gush on your beast of a cock.
Our breathing is heavy, and we collapse into a tangled mess of arms and legs and heated, long kisses, just savoring one another, and the wild, heated passion we both pulled from one another. We part our lips and fall to our backs, looking up at the deep, dark sky with thousands of brightly shining stars. No words need to be spoken, just the laboring of our breath and the fire blazing strongly in our eyes.
