He kissed her, holding her tight as he waded deeper out into the water. When she could no longer touch the bottom, she clung to him, afraid of drowning but trusting that he would keep her safe. As the water reached his shoulders, he ducked under, her rush of panic lasting only a moment before he rose again, lifting her out of the water on his shoulders. He leaned forward at the waist, tipping her back into the water, his massive hands under her back supporting her.
“Relax,” he whispered, feeling the tension in her body. She was obviously afraid of the water, but floating on her back she was light a feathers and he could hold her for hours. “Relax,” he whispered again as he brought his mouth to her womanhood.
She trusted Colt as she trusted no one else, but she was afraid and out of control. If he were to drop her she would drown, unable to swim, unable to reach the bottom. She gripped his arms fiercely tight as he kissed her softly, his tongue slowly probing her depths.
He began to lick harder as her legs curled and tightened around his head to pull him more firmly into her crotch. She began to thrust her hips softly, her ass making a soft splashing sound each time she relaxed.
The feel of the water slapping against her ass as Colt’s tongue flicked and darted was seriously turning her on, her anxiety making the pleasure that much more intense. She was losing her fear, his hands as strong and unyielding as the rock walls around them. With a groan she released her grip on his arms and began to pull the water over her body in waves, the feel of the cool liquid running off her skin enhancing the moment even more.
When she began to slowly work her arms through the water, caressing her breasts or pulling the water over her body, he began to smile. He could sense the tension and fear leaking from her body as it was replaced by desire.
“Fuck…” she muttered, sliding her hands down her body and taking his head into her hands. When they started she was so afraid she didn’t see how she could come, but, now, after only ten or fifteen minutes of this, she didn’t see how she couldn’t.
He continued with his tender ministration, his tongue slithering and darting, his lips gently pinching and pulling, until with a twitch and a groan, Sierra pulled his head hard into her, struggling to hold her head out of the water as another shuddering groan passed through her.
“Shit, fuck,” she gasped as her orgasm left her. She wanted him inside of her so fucking bad. “Take me, Colt,” she gasped as she squirmed from his shoulders, clinging to him tightly so she didn’t slip under the water. “I want you to take me.”
They were too deep for him to enter her, so he began to move to more shallow water as they clung to each other, kissing deeply, her legs tight around his waist for security. Water still dripping from them, he lay her down on the floor with her head just out of the water. The floor was hard but covered in a slightly springy layer of mud that softened it just enough to make it bearable. It wasn’t as comfortable as a bed but she didn’t care, her need for him overriding any discomfort. He entered her with a splash, the water just deep enough to cover her hips. She clawed at the mud, the pleasure of his passage so great that she wanted to cry out. She reached for him as he began to move, the soft splashes of water as he drove into her and the slickness of his skin under her hands combined to make her tingle in pleasure.
He was careful not put too much weight on her, knowing the floor would quickly become too uncomfortable to stand. She pulled her hands from his back, sliding them along his chest as she whimpered softly in desire, drawing her knees up and gripping him tightly as he groaned in pleasure.
The realization hit her like a thunderclap. She clawed at the mud again, smearing a double handful over Colt’s chest, her hands gliding as if he were oiled. The mud was as fine as talc, luxuriant, smooth and slippery, just like in her imagination when she and Colt were fucking in the deep desert dust. She began to smear the mud frantically over his body and then scooping up more and smeared it over herself, her orgasm rising in a tidal wave as reality and fantasy mixed. They were alone, deep underground, completely cut off from the outside world. She began to thrust her hips, scooping up even more of the mud and smearing it over Colt’s back and face, pulling him hard down, kissing him frantically as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
Sierra began to go wild under him, bucking and thrusting, slathering the thin mud over their bodies, her passion feeding his. He began to thrust into her harder and faster, his hips churning the water as he rose to meet her passions, only to have to raise them again.
“Oh…my…fucking…God!” she wailed, her hands twisted into claws, her limbs stiff, every muscle tight as a titanic orgasm seared through her and froze her with pleasure.
He stopped with a gasp as Sierra squirmed and bucked, her face twisted in pain and pleasure until her eyes snapped open and she grabbed his face and pulled him roughly to her, kissing him as he’d never been kissed before, holding his lips to hers until she gasped, the tension pouring out of her like water.
She giggled, slow and deep. “Fuck…I have never come like that before,” she said then giggled again, pulling him down for another kiss. “Did you come?”
“No,” he whispered, kissing her gently while still slowly thrusting into her.
“Good,” she sighed, taking a deep breath and letting it out slow. “I need a moment…then I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before.” She lay still, closing her eyes as the last vestiges of her climax faded away. Every time she and Colt made love, it seemed like it was better than the last time. He was a dynamic lover, gentle when she wanted him to be, fiery when she didn’t, and right now she wanted him to fuck the shit out of her.
He pulled out and rose to his knees as she pushed at him, then rolled over face down and slid father down into the water until she was covered to her neck. She lifted her ass out of the water in invitation, crossing her arms in front of her to rest her head. “What are you waiting for?” she asked, giving her ass a playful shake.
She loved the feel of the mud oozing under her, the slickness of it, the splashing of the water and how it lapped her body as he moved. As he hovered over her, preparing to enter her again, she lowered her ass back into the water, wanting him to make waves as they fucked.
He lowered himself into her and then began to move. He was on edge, still reeling from Sierra’s sudden explosive passion so he took it slow to give him more time to get control of himself.
“No,” she whispered, thrusting back against him. “Hard. I want you to fuck me hard.”
He groaned as he lowered himself more onto her, kissing her shoulder. “I won’t last long.”
“Good,” she said slyly. “Because I may not either.” She pushed her ass up hard against him. “First one to come loses? You up for that, cowboy?” she teased, playing back the fantasy of the desert floor, the memory causing her passions to boil. Once again she was going to prove herself and fuck him until he screamed.
“You’re on,” he agreed, pushing in deep and holding himself there. “If you win I have to take your next kitchen duty. If I win, you have to help me service the generator.”
Sierra smiled, enjoying the game. “I’m going to enjoy watching you try to cook.”
“And I’m going to take a picture of you covered in grease.”
She looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled. “Are you as turned on as I am?”
“More.”
“Then let’s do it.”
He began to pump his hips slowly as first, but with ever stroke he slammed into her harder, faster, grunting as hammered his hips into her ass, water splashing with every powerful stroke. He lowered himself again, unable to fully support his weight as his hands kept sliding on the slippery floor. Fuck! I hope she won’t make too much fun of me! he thought as he buried his face in her hair and tried to hang on.
She grimaced, the splashing water, the slippery floor, Colt’s fast pounding strokes, the knowledge that they could be as wild and loud as they wanted and nobody would know, excited her. I don’t know shit about the generator, but I don’t care if I lose long as he is fucking me like this! “That’s it,” she grunted. “Fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it,” she muttered softly, not even aware she was speaking.
He reached under her arms and gripped her shoulders tight, pulling her back into him as he pounded into her. Her soft mutters and pants of pleasure were pushing him over the edge. “Fuck!” he snarled, trying to hold on, but knowing he couldn’t. “Fuck!” he barked again, louder and more guttural as pleasure overcame him.
“Come on!” she urged. “Don’t stop! Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me.”
He could feel his climax taking him, his control bursting like a ruptured dam, but he continued to drive into her hard and fast.
“Don’t stop!” Sierra panted when she felt his wetness splash into her. She strained for her release, her climax just out of reach. “Don’t stop, keep fucking me, make me come,” she begged as she reached for rapture.
He bellowed his pleasure as he continued to slam into her, trying to push her over the edge, burying his head into her back as he kneaded her shoulders, grunting and gasping as his pleasure consumed him.
She gasped, her release finally taking her as Colt became still and held her tight. She smiled as he again cried out, softly this time, thrusting hard and fast a couple of times before becoming still again. As he gently kissed her shoulder she heaving a sigh of contentment that she could give him as much pleasure as he gave her.
He rolled off her after a moment even though he wanted to remain inside of her, kissing her until he became soft, but he knew the floor had to be hard and uncomfortable.
She snuggled into him with another sigh. “Good for you?” she asked softly.
“It gets better every time.”
“Yes.” She paused for a long moment and then smiled to herself. “Do you even know what a spatula is?”
He chuckled before twisting to kiss her playfully. “I think so. But I want a rematch. You had an unfair advantage.”
“Excuses, excuses,” she giggled. They lay still until the water leached the heat of their passions from them. “I’m getting cold,” she murmured.
“Yeah, wrinkled, too, I imagine.”
She giggled again, kissing him briefly before rising to rinse the mud from herself. “Colt…look!” she said as he stared at her hands and arms.
“What?”
She looked around and found the flashlight, clicking it on and shinning it first on her, then on him. They sparkled with millions of tiny stars. “Look! What is it?”
Colt drew his finger across his body and rubbed his fingers together. He could see the tracks his fingers left in the mud, but even there, there were still the remains of the tiny stars. “I don’t know. Silver dust, maybe, from the mine?” He took the light from her and played it over her body. She sparkled like a goddess and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Standing there with her perfect female form, backlit by the beam of light and glowing as from an inner light, she took his breath and he would forever remember this moment.
“What?” she asked, puzzled by the look on his face. “What do you see?”
“An angel,” he breathed. “You are so incredibly beautiful.”
She smiled, thinking he was teasing her. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she said, but he still had the gobsmacked expression on his face and she suddenly felt warm and gooey inside. Embarrassed, she turned and waded into the water until it covered her breasts then began rubbing at her body to remove the mud. A moment later he joined her, his hands gliding over her skin. She turned and splashed water, and then returned the favor until he ducked under and scrubbed at his face furiously before bobbing up again.
He picked her up and pulled her in, holding her, nuzzling her neck as she nuzzled his. “We should go,” she whispered.
“I don’t want to.”
“We need to. They are going to wonder what happened to us. With everything going on, they may even come looking for us.”
He sighed. She was right, but he took his time carrying her back to their clothes.