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Sex On The Rocks

He led her to his over-sized black truck and helped her climb in. The deep rumble of the hemi engine made her smile. He headed towards the hills and an hour later they arrived at a long low building. He grinned, “Lady’s pleasure: shooting or driving?”

Her face lit up and he knew he had made a good choice – both for the day’s activities and the woman sitting next to him. He could smell her perfume, spicy and deep with an unknown sweetness; it suited her.

Eyes sparkling, she thought a moment. “Shooting first, it’s been forever since I held hot steel in my hands. Then you can drive me wherever you want!” Her look left no question about what she wanted.

He laughed. Of course she knew how to shoot a gun; what had he been thinking?

They shot almost every type of gun there. She wasn’t his equal in skill but she learned quickly. He studied her as she slowed her breathing, concentrated on the target and slowly squeezed the trigger. He watched her hands slide over pistols, shot guns and rifles wishing she was touching him.

They emptied their final clips and he turned to her, “Ready for the drive of your life?”

She brushed a stray hair from her face, smiling. “Lead on!”

As she walked by, he gave into temptation, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss. Her hands moved up to rest on his muscular chest. He pulled back. Gripping his t-shirt in her hands, she yanked him down, letting him know she wanted his lips on hers, his tongue touching hers.

The heat was spectacular. So was the fire in his groin and the pounding of his heart. They paused, not breaking contact. Breathing heavily, they stared intensely at each other.

She licked her lips, “I believe you promised me the ride of my life?”

They turned in their weapons and picked up keys before making two stops; the restroom and the canteen. In the parking lot, a shiny red jeep loaded with off-road gear looked like an escapee from an action movie.

She stopped, shaking her head. “It’s gonna get dirty now!”

* * * * *

The hot September sun beat down on them as he steered the Jeep up hills and over rocky outcrops, reaching the final lookout in about an hour. He parked and they jumped out to check out the view. The scene was breathtaking – a steep drop-off, brush and rocks lining the chasm. They stood there, taking it all in.

“Give me a boost?” Turning, he saw her standing in front of a flat rock. He walked over and effortlessly lifted her up. She placed her hands on his broad shoulders to steady herself. They were now eye to eye. Her hands moved from his shoulders and slid down the muscled planes of his chest. He tensed as they passed over his pecs, his nipples hardening as her fingertips brushed them through the fabric of his t-shirt.

Closing his eyes he gave into the fiery sensations running through his torso and into his tightening groin. She chuckled lowly, her long fingers running up his neck and over his shaved scalp. He trembled as her touch set off chills he couldn’t have controlled if had wanted to.

With his eyes closed, he was unprepared for the caress of her soft lips on his. He sighed and she continued her kiss, her tongue reaching in to taste him. Smothering a groan he took one step closer. He shivered as she kissed along his jaw and nibbled on his ear. He sucked in air, having trouble breathing.

Her fingers hooked his belt loops and dragged him the last step to her, his pelvis pressing to the curves of her body. He shook as the pressure of his stiffening cock built into a deafening roar in his head. She didn’t stop. Each reaction on his part drove her on. Her mouth moved to his ear, caressing and teasing.

Suddenly she backed off. He moaned, disappointed and opened his eyes. She was sitting back on the rock, her face flushed. She beckoned to him with one finger.

Slowly he reached out and undid the buttons on her shirt one by one. He could see her nipples, firm and luscious under her pink bra. His strong fingers teased and pinched them through the silky fabric before reaching in to knead her smooth, abundant breasts.

She watched him touch her and that turned him on. He leaned in and kissed the hollow at the base of her throat, licking up to her jaw. Sliding her denim skirt over her thighs his caresses continued, his fingertips searching.

Her hands reached for his belt. It was undone quickly and her nimble fingers moved on to the button and zipper. He thought about making her stop but he couldn’t seem to form the words.

This tips of his fingers brushed against bare skin. He smiled and pressed his hand to her sex. She strained against his hand. Sliding two fingers in he felt her wet heat.

He wanted to make this last, to draw out their pleasure, but she had finished with his pants and reached inside to grasp his throbbing cock. His knees buckled and he knew he couldn’t wait so he dove into her warm folds. They gasped as their heat merged and intensified. Hungry mouths found each other as he thrust deep inside her. Her pussy tightened on his hard length, driving him closer to the edge. He pulled back and moved in slowly, again and again. She whimpered, raking her nails down his chest in a vain attempt to hurry his pace.

Reaching down as they rocked together, he pressed hard on her swollen clit with his thumb. The additional sensation caused her to tense and she cried out as he took her over the edge of pleasure. The power of her climax brought him with her, his cry echoing through the hills.

* * * * *

On the trip back down the trail he kept humming, reaching out every now and then to touch her. It seemed he was making sure she was real, that all of this was real.

She shifted on the seat and he looked over, smiling. The Jeep bounced as it found the trail between the rocks and he noticed her shift again. “Is there a problem?”

His look of concern touched her. “Rock burn on my ass!”

Her honest answer caught him off guard and he howled with laughter. “Was it worth it?”

“Damn straight” she replied without hesitation.

He knew this wasn’t even close to being over.

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