I have given a new ending to take advantage of your "taste of today" in a fuck fic. NC-17. Part 1 got good reviews for this so you should have more. Still short :>)
This has nothing to do with this fic - but he's relaxed and pretty.
Alex was grilling vegetables and trout, masterfully caught by his nibs this morning, on the little porch of the fishing cabin. He’d wrapped them to stay warm as the coals expired much as he wrapped himself around me to keep me warm when I was chilly. I would not have imagined we would both take to calm silence so fitfully. We had also taken to wearing less and less in the bright sunshine. I was the chilly one, but Alex managed to warm me before I knew I was cold. I was inside writing in my journal with prose that was as flowery and honey sweet as unicorn kisses. Could be that we were living in a sweet dream, but I wanted to be able to relive it in memory with the assistance of my words, no matter how silly the story might sound to ears in the reality of our lives.
“Jamesy, c’mere darlin’.” Alex called me. I almost skipped out the door.
“Come and sit with me.” There was one big rocking chair on the porch upon which Alex was sprawled in an unbuttoned flannel shirt and sweat pants with the sunshine illuminating his blond hair and the grin on his face. There was no room for me in the chair. My face must have been a question. Alex reached and pulled me to him.
“I’ve been thinking about this and I want to try it,” he used his most serious voice and his goofiest grin. “Put one knee here and sit on my lap facing me. I want to rock you gently,” he chuckled. “Take your pants off. The moon should meet the sun. And you have such a nice ass for me to squeeze.” He laughed as he helped me get in there, knees on either side of his slim hips. The sun was warm. Alex took his sweater I was wearing over my head. “River nymphs should be naked,” he whispered in my ear.
I put my warm tits on his warm tits. I was already aroused and breathing deeply. Alex reached between us and brought his hard cock out of his pants. “Fancy a Dala ride, babycakes? I need to be inside you. I want you. I love you,” Alex murmured in my neck. He began to kiss my neck and lower. I felt him stroke his cock slowly.
“Fuck me then,” I moaned and reached between us to position Dala so I could lower my pussy onto my favorite toy. We groaned together our pleasure and sought each other’s tongues in a lusty tango. Alex began to slowly rock the chair. So relaxed we were. All we had to do this day was cum and be cummed. It was difficult for me to move on Alex’s cock. The motion of the rocking chair did take me up his cock and then down to the root as he rocked back, but I wanted more stimulation. I tried my legs outstretched over the chair arms facing Alex. As I flexed my hamstrings, Alex could assist with his big Viking hands cupping my butt. I knew I couldn’t cum that way. Alex thought maybe it would work if I sat on his cock facing out with my legs on either side of his. We tried with him holding me close to his chest – no loins friction. I then bent at the waist, a bit over our knees so his cock stuffed me full. He rocked the chair and it seemed to work until we got too enthusiastic and I would have tumbled out onto my face if Alex hadn’t had the presence of mind to catch me by the thighs. We were giggling far too much for rocking chair sexy time.
Alex said, “Hell, babycakes, come with me.” I was naked and Alex only wore the unbuttoned flannel shirt. We walked out into the grassy rock-strewn meadow that surrounded the cabin. Alex put his shirt on the grass for me to lie on, after checking for snakes, and reclined with me, sharing a kiss. Alex kissed my neck, nuzzled my breasts sporting hard nipples from the river breeze and felt my arousal. We were both achingly hot for each other, out in the world for anyone to see, sighing for each other, groaning our need. Alex’s cock was harder than it had been in the rocking chair. He loomed over me, cock in hand. I pulled both knees toward my ears, presenting my pussy for his pleasure.
He thrust into me with, “My pussy. My lover. I’ll make you come, baby.” I fairly yodeled my bliss. Alex grinned and put it to me. He watched my face in ecstasy and felt me tightening around Dala, urging him faster. I came suddenly, squeezing his cock stutteringly and looking into his eyes, finding the love there.
He slowed his thrusts and made them wigglingly thorough. My clit wanted all the stimulation. He marked my neck. It gave me goosebumps. I felt the familiar tingle in my legs. Alex was in the groove. He looked at me and leaned in for kisses. He felt my cunt tightening around his magnificent dick that got even larger as he neared his orgasm.
“Jamesy, fuck, c’mon baby, oh fuck, here I’m gonna come baby, you feel so good, oh yeah, fuck, fuck. I felt him pump quickly and empty himself into me heart and soul. I let loose then and squeezed his sweet cock like wringing a dishcloth, it felt like. I might have even peed a little. He groaned with my spasms and took all of me so intimately I haven’t words to explain the oneness we attained sometimes.
Alex held me close. “I could die in your eyes, my love. You see me, all of me.” Alex could be poetic when the sex was stellar. I believed our love was more than the great sex we had enjoyed from the beginning. We catnapped in the sun there, still connected physically and entwined emotionally and perhaps stuck a little with cum.
We stirred. Alex rolled off me and sat up. “My ass is sunburned,” he stated flatly. I giggled and then laughed like a loon.
“Do you want me to kiss it and make it better, sweet man?” He laughed too as he picked up his shirt we had made good use of.
“You came hard for me, babycakes. You peed on my shirt a little. I thought I felt it. You’re so hot.” Alex leaned and kissed me.
“Just marking my territory,” I laughed. I well knew that no amount of marking would keep him if he didn’t want to be kept. “Speaking of, I’m going over here to do just that. Pee, that is, not mark you, beautiful man.”
“I’ll come with you to save you from the snakes.”
I leaned against a huge rock to make it easy to crouch a little. It was like a plié with both feet and knees far apart and turned out. In two days I had learned the most comfortable way to pee outside. Alex watched in awe that I could attain that position. Before I began, he walked to a foot in front of me. He was fondling his cock. He wanted to play just because we could.
“Show me your clit,” Alex demanded. I held my nether lips apart so he could see the man in the canoe who was beginning to stand up. I rubbed my clit a little just to hear Alex moan approval.
“Stand back, sweet man. I might pee on you. I really have to go.”
“Try it, babycakes. I’m gonna piss on your clit. You tell me if it feels good.”
Alex’s pee play was fun outside with no deterrents of polite society. I closed my eyes and held my lips apart to give him some target and began to pee like a cow on a flat rock (I was feeling very rural). I didn’t know I could aim so well, but right off I hit Alex’s hand holding his cock.
“Good girl,” Alex moaned, “Piss all over me.” He stepped closer to help his aim as he turned his hose on my clit that was at attention. I yelped when the stream hit it. It was warm and powerful and forbidden-feeling, very arousing. I had never been one to masturbate with running water. This was a new sensation for me from Alex, the nasty boy. Alex kept walking toward me as our streams dwindled. He was hard and he rubbed the head of his cock roughly over my clit.
“Fuck,” he murmured, putting my arms around his neck and lifting me enough so he could stab his dick into my wet hole. He held my butt with my knees over his muscular forearms and rabbit fucked my pussy hard and fast.
“Fuck it. Fuck it. Here!” I barely got the pleading words out before I came so hard I dug my nails into my boy a little. Alex never noticed. He made caveman noises and pumped his cum into me so hard I bonked my head on the rock we were against. Alex kept thrusting, growling his orgasm. I held on until he was done banging me so hard, so good, so glad to be dicked down as I was.
Sated, we looked at each other and laughed a good chuckle that ended in each other’s mouth with a kiss that held such primal passion that I might have been fearful – but never of my Alex.
Alex absent-mindedly squeezed his dick and felt his balls. They looked fine to me. He felt my head where I threw it back into the rock. “Did baby hurt hers wittle head when hers came on Alwex’s big cock?” He teased. My head was fine.
I pushed his hand away and took hold of his Viking paw, threading my fingers through his. “Were we fucking? I thought I felt a little something down there. Are you sure?” I teased him.
Alex gave a great belly laugh and popped me hard on my ass, my nice ass. “Let’s go swim the piss off us, my love, and I will serve you dinner with kisses anywhere you wish them.”
The giggles continued from the naked people pooh-poohing civilized ways for at least another day.
Picture it: NOT a water hose in his fist. (Obscure symbolism :>)
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