The River – Part 3

Sensing your desire, I take your left hand into mine and intertwine our fingers.  You smile knowingly of what’s next, as I lead you back to the Rock.  Our fingers loosen their hold, and you move forward several steps to the smooth surface of the Rock.  

The day’s warmth still lingers within the Rock, radiating its captured heat outward into the cool, night air.  The moon has crested and is beginning its descent, while casting its softened light across the sandy beech and river.

Stopping atop the blanket, you lean your torso into and against the Rock.  

“Oh!”  You appear to be surprised at its warmth.  

Casting a glance over your left shoulder, your hands are placed against the hard surface and your feet are set into the rough fabric of the blanket beneath.  Smiling invitingly, you spread your feet shoulder-width apart.  This movement reveals a glimpse of your womanhood and its delicate cleft.  

You arch your back and return your hands to the Rock, but farther down its expanse.  This placement thrusts your bottom higher and uncovers the length of your slit.  Your firm globes are draped forward, and their tips are raised in anticipation.

Watching your form closely in the moonlight, I approach your backside.  My erection has swollen as I follow your actions before the Rock.  Pausing before you, I place a thigh between your legs and press upwards and then from side to side just brushing your vulva.  

Your labia respond by swelling almost immediately and graze my thigh.  I feel the heat building in your pussy as you lower yourself slowly atop my leg.  Your growing wetness is readily felt and begins to cover my thigh as you move your sex against me.  Your own thighs turn inward, securing my leg between yours.  

My hands rest upon your rounded back with fingers splayed.  After briefly warming the skin below, I draw my hands toward me and along the curves of your sides, hips, and rump.  Resting atop your buttocks, my hands spread your cheeks slowly, which further discloses the pinched rosebud within and nearby moistened lips.   

You shudder and voice a low moan, as you grind your mound against my thigh.  My phallus has hardened fully, as I break free of your legs’ hold on me.  Grabbing your hips, I guide the crown to your reddened lips, and enter you gently.  Pausing briefly, I only allow the tip to penetrate.  My fingers grasp my staff and ruffle your pussy along the length of your opening, overspreading the head with your honey.

You settle back and impale yourself on my cock.  The smooth, warm walls of your quim expand to accommodate my quickened entry, and I feel a heated release from deep inside.  At the touch of this liquid, I probe involuntarily but forcefully into your waiting pussy.
Our breathing hastens at our long-delayed coupling, and we pause momentarily to savor the feel of one another.  You sink further down, allowing your hardened button to compress itself against my swollen sack.  The sensation of your cunt engulfing my cock completely is so intense that my body trembles in total want for you.  

My fingers tightly grip your hips and begin to move you along my staff.  

But you push unexpectedly away from the Rock and huskily whisper, “Remain in me…” 

You sink to your knees, forcing me to follow because of my overriding need to know you are surrounding me.  Your heat draws me toward you like the proverbial moth to the flame, and you know I must obey.  Like you, I settle upon my knees, and you remain upright with back arched to seat yourself against me.

My hand instinctively moves from your left hip, fingertips caressing the flesh beneath, to cross the flat of your stomach and cup your right breast.  Against the night air, your bosom is a furnace, weighted and full from our on-going love making.  My thumb traverses the outward swell of flesh to cosset firmly yet slowly the pointed bud that peaks your breast.

My remaining hand shifts from your right hip and along the nearby valley to search for your mons.  Finding its target, my middle finger skims your pronounced clitoris.  Pressing my advance, I begin to circle your nubbin and apply increased force.

“Ahhh!  Ohhh… fuck me… NOW,” you huff followed by a whimpered, “…please!”

Continuing my ministrations with your nubbin, my hand leaves your breast to return to you hip.  Once again, I begin to move you along my staff.  But unlike before, you entreat my movements by countering each forward thrust by my cock with a backward push of your pussy and each withdrawal with a forward rush.  The suction created by our impassioned stirrings is exquisite!

Our mixed wetness noisily sounds itself into the surrounding darkness as we fuck uninhibitedly.

The hushed sounds of night are punctured by your words, “Yes, Baby!  Finger me!  Fill me!  Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck ME!”

My heart is racing hearing your commands and knowing that they are for me alone.  I extract my painfully-hard shaft from your hot glove, watching as your clear juice glistens along my cock in the weak light.  You turn to face me, eyes questioning.  My hand releases your hip to alight upon your cheek, as my lips brush yours to stall your unasked question and poorly masked frustration.

“Lay forward, Hon,” I breathe softly into your ear, while continuing to stroke your hard pearl.

You nod your head wordlessly you obey, lean forward, and place your elbows on the blanket. 

“God!  You are beautiful…” I murmur after drinking in the sight of you exposed before me.
Walking my knees forward slightly, I renter you hastily.  I revel (once again) in the taste of your womanhood in the most intimate of manners.  Both hands grasp your hips as my swollen phallus repeatedly trespasses your opened vagina.  

Feeling the building pressure at the base of my cock, I bore deep into you.  My balls poke against your exposed bud with each forward portion of my pumps.  You answer my thrusts by sliding a hand over your mound and forming a “V” with your middle and index fingers.  You close your fingers against your labia and feel the movement of my manhood as it slides inside your pussy.

Following this, I feel the inevitable is upon me.

“Hon…  I’m going to cum!  Oh… my… God!” is all that I manage to say before my orgasm hits.

“Cum for me, Baby!  Cum!” you command.

And I do…  My seed is sprayed from the glans in thick, hot jets, as my cock is thrust deep within you pressing against the hard ring of your cervix.  In spasm after spasm, your vagina is filled with my cream.  My breathing is noting more than ragged gasps.  I shake uncontrollably but cannot remove myself from you.    

Your vaginal muscles clamp tightly around my shaft.  You near a climax brought on by your index finger alternately compressing and releasing your hard nub.  Recovering slightly, I begin to move inside you as your finger dances across your clitoris.  Rocking back and forth in short strokes, my hardness chafes against the sides of your creamed honey pot.

“Oh, Baby!  Oh, Baby!  Cumming!  Cumming!” you state between sharp intakes of air.

Your finger falls away as you hand braces your body against the multiple waves of pleasure, rippling outward from your womanhood.  The waves end in tingling pulses at the extremities.  I slide forward into you as you peak and remain seated inside your clenched pussy, unmoving.  My finger replaces yours to feather your clitoris, carefully balancing your extended pleasure against the increasing sensitivity of your bud.

Sated (for now) you collapse upon the blanket, breathing hard.  Equally satisfied, I spoon alongside you.  My cock remains inside you as it softens.  I reach for the edge of the blanket and pull it over, covering us from the sudden and apparent chill of the night.  

Draping an arm across yours and inserting a leg between your calves, I softly state, “I love you, Hon.”

You respond by tucking my arm under yours, squeezing my hand, and saying, “Ditto, Baby… Ditto.” 

You start to drift into a light sleep, listening to the sound of the river nearby.  An owl cries out somewhere upriver, reminding me of the sounds we made earlier and wondering what the river (if it were inclined to do so) thought of our actions tonight.  Smiling, I hug you tightly and join you in sleep…     

  
  
