Mountain Hot Page 4
“Not often enough.”
“We can fix that. Come here.”
“Okay.” He stood her just where the jet stream hit her clit and, after putting on a condom, he entered her from behind. Meanwhile, his hands caressed her breasts as he thrust deeply. The warm water heightened her climax when she came—the first time. As he eased her back into the warm depths, he sucked her breasts while playing with her very wide open vagina. Then he pulled on a new condom, and they soon were soaring as the moonlight and starlight bathed their wet naked bodies, and she came—a second time. They lay back completely spent while the warm bubbles soothed their love-wrung bodies and came—for the third time. “How about we warm up in front of a roaring fire?” he asked as he left her to go ignite the flames in the fireplace.
“Mm, good idea.”
Craig started a fire both in the fireplace and he seemed to know how to build one in in her special place as well. Once more they made love fireside. The Tennessee nighttime chorus kept them company, and she fell asleep in his arms
In the morning, she awoke to the heavenly smell of bacon frying and coffee brewing. She pulled the fur spread around her and followed the aroma to find him making fresh squeezed orange juice, which she drank at the island table while she looked out at the panoramic view of Mount LeConte. “I love this view and your house,” she enthused.
“And its owner?”
“That is for me to know and you to find out.”
As he moved to her, a bulge appeared in his tight boxer briefs. “I have my ways of interrogation that you can’t deny.”
She rushed away, dragging the bedding behind her. Once he stepped on it, the smooth fur slid through her fingers, leaving her naked as the jay bird in the fir tree outside the window.
“No fair,” she cried.
The smell of toast burning allowed her a quick escape. Dressed this time, she returned to a full, delicious breakfast.
A pileated woodpecker flicked its red head and bored in the hardwood tree. They watched it as they ate. A couple of deer grazed beneath them. “I bet you get a lot of wildlife out here. You’re so close to the park.”
“Oh yeah. We get it all,” he said.
“Bears?”
“Yes.” He handed her a pair of binoculars that sat nearby. “See anything?” he asked.
“Are there any boars here?”
“It’s possible,” he said.
“I’m scared. Save me, will ya, big guy?”
“Perhaps.” He moved toward her and pulled her into his arms.
“What? You won’t save my ass?” she looked at him with a raised brow.
“I’d do a lot for your ass.”
“You would?” Smiling, she kissed him slowly. “But how would I know that?”
“You’ll just have to trust me.”
“Sounds pretty risky to me.” Now, her eyebrow quirked upward.
“Bears and boars are risky, not me, I’m predictable.”
“Really?”
Pointing to his cock, he said, “Here’s the proof. Predictable. Come near me anytime, day or night, and I’ll be ready, willing, and able.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“Come closer and see.” Leaning toward her, he kissed her.
“Mmm, I am beginning to see.” As she moved closer, he stroked the flesh. Then he licked that area, flicking his tongue against her skin.
“What happens if I get too close?” she said, inching toward him.
“Come closer and see.”
As she moved, he grabbed her and pulled her closer to him in a full court press. In a heartbeat, he was out of his boxer briefs, she was seated on the island in the kitchen and could have continued to watch the squirrels if he wasn’t raining kisses on her eyelids. Then he moved down to her nipples, which rose to greet his lips as he licked them. He kissed her all the way to her bellybutton and then spent time licking around it.
She was getting dopey on the intoxicating caresses when he separated her legs and knelt in front of her, sucking her clit lightly, ever so lightly, and she exploded against his lips. Standing, he slipped two fingers inside her as she helped him slide into a condom. Nudged forward just a bit, she watched as he stepped up to enter her. His deep thrust aroused her and set her alight with passion and white hot need. “More. I want more.” He thrust harder and harder and faster and faster. She clung to him as he lifted her off the island and onto his dick. Then she moved her weight up and down on his shaft. With a groan, he laid her on the floor, and they shattered into the morning sunshine. Their cries startled the birds.
They cleaned up and headed off to get her car. “Meet you at the lodge...” she sang, “bring your rod.”
Grinning, he nodded.
When she got back to the lodge, there was the predictable hubbub and the expected concern, but Craig’s arrival put a stop to most of their diatribe.
“Where have you been?” Skye asked.
“Gone fishin’,” Storme said, picking up Craig’s rod.
“Catch anything?” Sunny asked.
“Oh yeah, see?” She used her wrists not her forearm and cast the line hooking Craig—again.
Reeled in, she said, “Looks like a keeper. Don’t want this one to get away.”
“Not a chance,” Craig said, detaching himself and kissing her soundly. “Looks like I’m hooked.”
“That’s a mighty fine catch if I do say so myself,” Storme said, smiling proudly, returning the kiss.
The End
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