...I could hear the waterfalls from the path. The afternoon had been
wonderful. A hot, steamy day with just enough breeze to entice you
to stay a little longer. I laid with my lover and we drank the sun
together, becoming drowsy and quenched with the day's heat. Together
we gathered our belongings, brushing the sand from our bodies. Our
reddened skin tingled from the sun. Gingerly, we walked from the path
towards the sounds of the rushing water.
The temperature began to drop as the sun lowered. Becoming cooler,
shading the waterfall area. It became mysterious, intriguing.. beckoning
us to play away the evening. The waterfalls' energy was enormous.
Powerful, pushing swells, spilling it's glittering diamonds into the
large pool. Rolling over into a lush, glistening swirl of water.
We could feel the water's eroticism before us. My lover took both
of my hands, pulling me forward over the water's edge, dropping our
towels on the grass. The breeze began to pick up causing the trees
to move, leaves rustling in the wind. Slowly I walked through the
water holding his hands. He is before me. His back is very broad and
so brown. With hints of the days' sun reddening his shoulders. The
skin glistened with his sweat, highlighting his muscles. I witness
their play as he manoevers his form through the currents. As my eyes
devour his backside, I can feel my lips drying and the need to swallow.
His skin is so delicious. The salty, musky, woodsy taste -all his
own. I would know that man's taste anywhere. I laugh at myself, I
should feel some shame, but only smile at my lover. "He is a wonderful
animal." I muse, as I admire his dark, black hair from behind.
His hair is thick with loose curls and I notice the sweat from the
days' sunning. Slightly damp and wild in the breeze. His face is roughened
with a day's growth, giving him a rugged, dangerous look. Slowly,
he turns as though he feels my eyes upon him. Giving me a wicked,
gorgeous smile, never breaking his stride through the waters towards
the falls. His teeth are very white, beautiful even teeth. He moistens
his lips with a quick dart of his tongue. I return his smile, brushing
my hair away from my eyes. The wind moves around us, cooling our burns
from the day. We edge further into the water. Our laughter floats
into the waterfall. We begin to play with each other. Flicking water
over each other's skin, watching the ripplets roll over our bodies.
His hands drop my fingers and he reaches for my waist, turning my
body to face his. The sun highlights his form from behind, shadowing
his face. My eyes linger over his chiseled, rugged cheekbones and
straight aquiline nose. My hands graze his rough, bearded skin. Reveling
in the rough texture, reminding me of straw on an autumn day. My fingers
travel into his lips , feeling the wet, warmth of him. His tongue
trailed the tips of my fingers... stirring my curiosity, bringing
a smile upon my lips. Licking the tips of my fingers, sucking the
pads. I move my fingers down his throat, caressing his skin.. letting
my palms drag over the rough texture of him. His eyes darken as I
twirl his chest hair and trace his nipples with my tongue. I feel
his hands caress my buttocks, sliding them over me. Pulling me closer
against him, he is parting my thighs with his strong hard legs. Easily,
he inches them apart, settling himself against me. He wedges firmly
into my cleft and begins to press himself harder against me. All the
while, firmly holding my rear, never letting me go. The sounds of
the waterfall become louder and the scenery darkens giving us an illusion
of privacy. He lifts my shoulder straps with his thumbs and slowly
peels my suit down my arms, murmuring in my ear how lovely I am to
him. My suit gives way with little effort and floats in his hands.
His eyes burn into my skin. He places his hands around my throat,
tilts my face to envelop his tongue. Slowly, milking me of my senses.
His muscles bunch under my fingertips, as the breathing becomes heavier.
I hook my fingers into the elastic of his suit and slide them past
his slim hips...watching his form as he bends to remove them.. My
eyes are entranced at his swollen sex and the mass of dark curls protecting
Desire overwhelms me as I kneel before him. Sliding my tongue over
his belly, tasting his golden skin. His ragged breathing increases
as he throws his head back, grimacing at the pleasure. I watch as
he surrenders to the passion and to my lips. Slowly I take him into
my mouth, stroking him up and down, watching his pleasure and abandon...
giving himself over to me. His taste begins to pool into my mouth.
I close my eyes listening to the falls, my lovers' moans, feeling
his powerful arms grasp my shoulders as he begins to shudder. I rise
to kiss him fully on the mouth, letting him taste himself. He drinks
from me. Our passion is shared between us like a glass of wine.
Roughly, he grabs my body, lifting me into his arms, walking purposely
through the water as we kiss. We come upon a large rock. The boulder
is warm from the day's sun and has a large open, flat surface waiting
just for us. He lifts me up on the rock. Effortlessly, gently, easing
me before him. I lay back on the rock surface feeling it's warmth
beneath my skin. The hardness of the surface holds us steadfast. He
crawls above me, slowly moving up my body like a hunter intent upon
his prey. Rubbing his hard, sinuous muscles over my belly. His eyes
never leave me as he hovers over my face, bending, kissing my lips.
Nibbling my chin, flicking his tongue inside my ear. A sigh escapes
me. I can no longer think.
He edges himself downward, placing fervent kisses upon her hips. Teasing
her skin with his tongue. Murmuring her name over and over. Begging
her to let herself go with him. His moist, warm tongue leaves wet
trails down her upper thighs. She begins to writhe beneath him and
slowly undulates her hips wantonly. His strong, sun browned hands
reach for her inner thigh and gently parts them. Lowering his face,
he feels her curls brush past his cheeks, parting her lips to view
her sex. Whispering his love and deeply breathing of her. He begins
to moan his adoration and begins his ascent onto her moist, private
soul. His tongue begins to lick her inner folds, easing her fears
and tensions. Over and over he massages her sex with his unhurried,
languorous motion. Tasting her, drinking of her juices, coaxing her
to move against his face. Farther apart, he widens her legs to allow
his broad shoulders to nestle within. Expertly , he gently prys her
lips apart to find her small pearl of flesh. He begins to patiently
arouse the pearl, holding her rear in his hands, lifting her sex to
his mouth as a babe would suckle - milking at his mother's breast.
She begins to moan louder and a sheen of perspiration envelops her.
Her scent rises for him. Sweet, womanly..and all hers. Freely, she
moves her hips on his face, opening herself wider, wanting him even
closer. He answers her invitation with relish. Losing himself as he
makes her climax, against his lips over and over. He gently slides
his finger inside her and slowly rises above her, looking into her
face as she shudders for him again. She smiles as he runs his fingers
over his lips, watching him experience her again. He places each into
his mouth tasting her as if she were the juice of a sweet, ripe fruit.
The waterfall rushes on, crashing it's powerful energy into the river.
Protectively, his large body surrounds hers. Easing himself into her
curved shape. She feels his muscular tension ease. The lovers slip
into a sated,deep sleep. Listening to the falls as they lay upon the
warm, solid rock... dreaming.
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