Eve Bites the Apple Again
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It was a perfect, sultry summer night. The rock pool in the middle of a natural forest with its spectacular fifty-metre waterfall accentuated by the glimmering sparkle of the moon must surely have been a leftover piece of Eden. The moon was full and sensual; it's light skittering on the water in a siren's song, luring me in. I was tempted, but I was going to take my time before I swam. Feeling awed by the natural majesty around me, I dropped my shift dress on a rock next to me, stepped closer to the edge of the rock pool, appropriately naked, and allowed the water to lap at my toes. It was close to midnight, but the evening felt like it hadn't cooled at all, so the contrast of the night air and the cool water was wonderful.
I indulged my senses for a few moments, loving the cold stone of the slightly craggy wet rock under my feet and the icy little bite of the lapping waves on my toes. I bent to cup some water and, standing, poured it over my left shoulder. Moaning slightly as it streamed over my breast onto my nipple before it had a chance to warm up, I indulged myself in the sensation. My nipple puckered greedily, tight as it could, eagerly begging for more. Stooping again, I scooped some more and did the same for my other impatient breast. I tingled, my naturally pale skin glowed in the moonlight, and I felt elemental. The sounds of the night that I could hear above the waterfall as it thundered down surrounded and enveloped me.
My inner heat was being stoked, distracting me from the heat outside, but not from my surroundings. I felt more and more in touch with my environment, part of the water and the moonlight, my blood pulsing through me like the particles of water in the waterfall. Soon my blood too would thunder like that water. Was this how Eve felt before she bit the apple?
The waterfall was too loud for me to hear him, but I knew he was there, waiting, watching. The thought spurred me on to action. I arranged my dress under me and reclined on a rock that offered a good vantage - not for me to see, but to be seen.
I cupped my breasts, testing the sensation of the soft, smooth skin and how it contrasted with my puckered nipples, especially the hard, tight buds. My breasts were still damp, but warm again, and my nipples still stood erect, standing proudly to attention. I pulled them, twisting them slightly, and felt the inevitable tug deep in my groin.
Reclining slightly, I ran my hands down, circling the soft skin of my tummy and hips in a gentle massage until I dipped my right hand further, to the wet furnace between my legs. Oh yes! I had prepared well for tonight, and I was silky smooth and wet, so wet.
I lay a bit further back and, spreading my legs wide, I slid my fingers around my labia lips, testing, stretching, sensitising myself and reveling in how wet and hot I was. Dipping my fingers inside, my other hand cupping my breast, teasing my nipples, I started playing seriously, alternating between plunging a finger into myself, and encircling my clit before gliding around my labia. I knew he was watching, but I knew he would wait. And so I played on, bringing myself to an intense, tight orgasm.
I was still riding my orgasm, about to bring myself to another when I felt his hands on my legs, spreading them wider to make a place for him. His aim was unerring as he claimed me in one hard stroke of ownership. I screamed, hard, and he slammed into me again and yet again before he lowered his mouth to mine in a burning, intense kiss. He slowed his pace after that dramatic greeting, and drew back slightly, smiling at me as he slowly penetrated and withdrew, penetrated and withdrew in a slower, hypnotic rhythm. He continued kissing me deeply, interspersing his kisses with greetings...
"Hello, my love. You look so beautiful."
"Hello, my love. I've missed you."
"I need to taste you. I know you thought I'd do that first, but you were so perfect I had to be inside you. I couldn't wait."
"It was a shock, but so right. In the middle of an orgasm like that ... my love ..." I was unable to continue as his hot lips, and tongue descended on me, licking and sucking in a way I knew so well and craved so often. Somehow his hands were everywhere, stroking my breasts, plunging one, then two, and sometimes three fingers into me as he feasted, and I came for him, again.
Returning to me, he kissed me, gently and sensuously this time, sharing the sweetness we had created together. He cradled me close, kissing me gently and allowing me to catch my breath for a couple of seconds, but I had different ideas. I had missed his cock so much, and I needed to taste it. I bent into his lap, and it was his turn to lie back as I feasted.
I gently cupped his balls, kneading them softly as I licked him clean of my juices. I nuzzled his smooth-shaven skin, enjoying the smells of our combined lovemaking with just a hint of fresh soap in the background. He was rock hard and pulsing, but he knew this wasn't me sucking him to completion, it was my greeting, re-acquainting myself with a very dear, intimate friend. I swirled around the rim of his helmet before dipping softly into his hole that was weeping perfect little gel-crystals for me. Then I lifted my head and looked deep into his piercing blue eyes. I could see he knew what was coming, and he was in agony waiting. Then I slipped his cock ever so slowly into my mouth, slowly, slowly as I took all of him in, and gently rocked him there at the back of my throat. He literally roared as I swallowed him down, down, down. He threw his head back; his lust-stiffened body completely enthralled in a web of sensation.
Slowly, slowly I released him, just as he was ready to cum. He knew I would; it was too early for that. This was about the journey, the exploring, the giving and experiencing. It was about having a short time to express an ocean of love and lust.
"You tease!"
"I know, and I'm good at it, aren't I?" I countered, laughing.
"My love, you're very good at all of it.", he teased back. "You did such a good job balancing me on the edge there, that we'd better hop in the cold water for a swim before I cum just thinking about it.
"If you do, then don't waste it, cum all over me and we'll see what we can do with it," I teased him back. He laughed, semi-tempted I could see, but held out his hand to assist me into the water.
My pussy felt owned, claimed, from just those few strokes, and I felt it as I moved. It was wicked and wonderful. I felt like a siren, channeling sex.
I slipped into the water next to him. Despite it being the height of summer, the water cascading down through the mountains was freezing cold, and I must admit, I squealed when I entered it, my hands rushing to my breasts in a feminine response to the cold. Patrick had swum a few metres into the natural pool, so I swam out to join him. He caught me to him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, relying on his buoyancy as we kissed. I could spend hours just kissing him!
His cock had shrunk from the shock of the cold water, but I found it and soon had warmed it back to its earlier hardness. With a little wiggle I managed to lift myself and sink down on it, but somehow in the process, I succeeded in dunking us both underwater. We separated quickly to rise to the surface, spluttering and laughing.
"You did that on purpose!" He accused. Laughing, we swam closer to the rocks where we could balance ourselves. This time he sat on a rock close to the edge of the pool that was still in the water so that he could balance himself with me on his lap. I sank down onto him, engulfing him inside me whilst his hot mouth latched eagerly onto my freezing cold nipples. They were already sensitive, but he drove me to the border of pain-pleasure with his hard, hot suckles. Whatever spot his mouth missed, his hands were covering, loving, rubbing, pulling and exploring, overwhelming me with sensation.
The mood had changed. We weren't playful anymore. Now I felt an overwhelming, all-consuming lust driving me towards orgasm, towards having his hot cum explode inside me. I picked up the pace on top of him, riding him harder, more desperately. I could see his eyes changing, becoming even more piercing and intense than normal. I felt his muscles quivering, tightening and heard the change in his breathing as he slipped a hand between us to push on my clit. Then he burst inside of me so hard he threw his head back and groaned, long and loud, with me following him over the edge.
We stayed there cuddling afterwards as he softly shrank inside me until he plopped out gently. He kissed me again, softly, deeply and lovingly.
"You have no idea how much I love you. Sex with you is like nothing else ever. No-one has ever made me feel what you feel."
"I know my love, I feel like your love-slave, as if my body is made for you and responds specially for you. You just look at me with a certain look in your eye and all the important parts melt."
It was true, my body knew his cues and responded to them like violin strings to a master's bow. And so I came back, again and again, like Eve taking a bite of the forbidden apple. I understood why she did it; it was meant to be.
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