SOFIA SOL

Same boulder peak, whole new way of enjoying it. Who needs lunch when we can devour each other?

Luke came up with the brilliant idea of sneaking a blanket from the maid’s stock room at the hotel. Let them wonder why it’s embedded with leaves and dirt when they find it returned.

Naked in nature is a wonderful thing to be. It’s a weekday, and we’d chosen that particular parking lot for a reason, the first time. Today there were no cars, just our bikes waiting while we have some fun.

We’re on our side, Luke behind me, moaning as we fuck slowly, enjoying the slippery strokes, the heat from our skin, the cool breeze whispering over us. He kisses my shoulder blade as his cock pushes all the way into my throbbing and swollen pussy. I was sore until we started, then everything felt amazing all over again. My clit is hard, sensitive, awake to everything he does. And this damn heart of mine is mush.

Reaching back to cup his head as he buries it in my neck, gnawing on me, I moan his name and arch my ass into him. He groans, “God, you’re so hot,” his girth stone-hard and pulsing. “I love fucking you.”

“Good, because I’m addicted to how you feel inside of me.” I moan again and rasp as heat pulls at my core, “Your lips, Luke, they’re perfection.”

He smiles into my skin and lengthens his strokes, grunts as I squeeze my pussy walls, giving his cock a massage. Pulling almost out he slowly presses in to the hilt, then does it again, and again.

In the distance birds chirp like it’s just another day, but it’s not. It’s the first day in my life where I have a man of my own. The first twenty-four hours where I ever said I love you to someone and meant I’m in love with you.

Red hot waves crash through me and I turn my head to say, “I’m close.”

He nods, dark eyelashes heavy as he cranes for a kiss. I extend my tongue and he does the same, lashing outside of our mouths as we fuck. Our lips come together, sealing shut and holding here as the throbbing heads over the cliff for both of us.

I moan and break free as he winces and kisses my cheek, burying his head in my hair and focusing on the pleasure as little earthquakes take over. “I can feel you cumming,” he groans, “I’m holding off.”

“No, join me.”

Luke makes the sexiest sound, his hand tightening around my left breast, arm smashing my other one, as his cock unleashes inside me, thick bursts filling until I spill over.

I’m a wreck, yet I’m perfect. Is this what they’ve all been talking about? I resisted it, thought I didn’t want it. And here he was all this time, living in the room just down the hall from me and Celia.

Rising up, he guides me to lie down, adjusting the comforter to make sure I’m cushioned, then lying on top of my body, kissing me for a long time. Our tongues play, faces slowly moving from side to side as we find new angles to enjoy the kisses. It’s not long before I feel his shaft hardening again.

Dragging my hands down his side I spread for him and moan as he enters me, sliding in easily with our juices combined, thickening as he starts to move. He hisses, “Fuck yes,” and presses a firm kiss into me. There’s a sensuality to our movements that I’ve never had in sex before. It’s languid yet charged. We’re getting to know each other.

There’s no need to hold back.

I’m not planning my escape later.

No need to keep him at an emotional distance, because I don’t want one.

This time I’m open, receptive, giving, and I’ve got nowhere to be but here with Luke. My pussy is filled, throbbing hard as he smiles down at me, his gaze tracing my face. I touch his, lightly running calloused fingers along his high cheekbones, down his dark red stubble, over his moist lips. He drops in to kiss me, stroking his cock inside me as our breaths grow ragged. “Fuck,” he moans in my lips, “You feel so good. I’m going to cum again.”

“Me too, Luke, I’m so happy.”

He laughs and kisses me. “Love hearing you say that. I can finally relax. It’s unreal…hope I’m not dreaming.”

Sliding my hand to his muscular ass I caress it a second and then pinch as hard as I can.

“Ouch!” he barks, laughing.

“You’re not dreaming.”

“You’re fuckin’ crazy.”

“Yes I am,” I grin.

Our lips collide and we move faster, his thrusts increasing, filling me all the way each time.

Moaning, “Luke, yes, I’m so close,” I close my eyes, focusing on how good this burning sensation feels. His cock. So perfect. So hard.

And all mine.