0 comments/ 3542 views/ 3 favorites Cherry Creek Falls Ch. 01 By: boredwithimagination We are hiking up Cherry Creek Falls. It's dark, and there are no lights except the moon, the stars, and our flashlights. We reach the Falls, not worn out, but pleasantly tired. As I lay out the star-watching blanket, I comment that it's really too bad we didn't bring swimwear. You smirk, and agree, an impish light kindling in your eyes. We lie down together on the blanket, gazing up at the sea of lights together. I start to steal glances at you when I think you aren't looking, and get the feeling you are doing the same. I grin mischievously and mutter to you that swimwear isn't REALLY necessary. You leap to your feet, feigned outrage in your features. Rising to my knees swiftly, I snatch your hand before you can get away, and turn it palm up. Staring into your eyes, I smile and kiss your wrist at the pulse, gently flickering my tongue to set your nerves crackling with electricity. I pull, gently but firmly, and we lie back together on the blanket. I slowly roll on top of you, pressing your gently protesting body to the ground. My hand clutches your wrist, digging my fingertips in and bringing my nails to bear. I scratch my way up your arm, not hard enough to leave obvious marks, but only just. My other hand is tracing up your side, over your ribs, and to the hollow under your throat. I press gently for a bare moment, then continue up the curve of your neck. After nuzzling into your breasts and nipping them through your clothing, my mouth follows. Clawing gently upwards, my fingers have journeyed up your arm by now, and I push my palm into your chest, just below your collarbone. Holding you down, allowing me to explore your body at my leisure. I am rock-hard for you now, my vision shaking from need, and I begin to twist my hips against yours, gradually rocking your thighs open for better access. You squeeze them against me, but my ministrations to your collarbone and excessively clothed upper body are persuasive. I grind into you, bringing a faint moan from deep within you. Smiling, I move my palm, sliding it up behind your head, and pinning you with my forearm instead. I scratch at your scalp and hairline, gathering your hair in my hand as I do so. I am pinning you by your hair, your chest, and your pelvis now, and as you try to move, you can feel my form against yours, heavy and secure on top of you. My non hair-pulling hand has been exploring your frustratingly clothed torso, and begins to tease your breasts through your clothing. I make a claw of it, and run it down your body to the edge of your shirt, reaching under with fingertips. Gazing into your eyes under the stars, waterfall in our ears, pinning your body with mine, I whisper "may I?" You are at a loss for words, as I have teased you to incoherence. Instead, as you writhe and groan, you jerk a nod out to me. It is enough. I remove my hand from your hair and strip your shirt off. The cold air chills you briefly as I follow suit with my own. I press you back into the blanket, kissing your lips. I am getting more and more firm, as my hands pin your upper arms above your shoulders. You writhe against me as I allow my weight to settle onto your body fully, grinding us together in a way that screams "Take. Me. NOW." A truly satisfied grin flickers over my face, and I murmur "not yet." I slow my rhythm, keeping your arms pinned, and explore your shining neck down onto your chest, taking care to go around your bra but never onto it. As your frustration grows, I chuckle at the control I have over you. I pin your wrists together in one massive hand above your head, and start to stretch the bra straps with one finger. Softly, I ask "What's wrong? Want this off now?" I lean up, away from you suddenly. "Well, then," I growl, "go ahead. Or do I need to tear it off you?" You lean upwards, out of breath, tearing at the clasps to get the restricting fabric out of the way. It flies off into the bushes as you fling it away with a small snarl. I waste no time on growling this time. My blood is boiling with desire for your body, and at this point I'm kissing you so fast and intensely you would think you were being attacked instead of merely enjoyed. I rake my fingers over your sides, down onto the curves of your hips. I start winding my fingers into the belt loops and waistband of your pants, working my way to the fasteners holding them on. I start rubbing the heels of my hands into your delta, as I work my mouth down your delicious, gleaming contours, stopping to swirl my tongue and play my teeth against your nipples and breasts. I let out a groan of barely controlled desire, and my hands alternate grinding the heels into your groin and pulling at your still fastened waistband. Eyes huge with lust, I look up into your face and start licking and kissing my way down to your pants from your navel. As I reach your hips, I do not stop or break pace, but I do break eye contact. At the same time, I slide down, resting with my torso and neck between your legs. My arms reach around your legs as I kiss your inner thighs, pressing my mouth into your pants and exhaling to make you moan and writhe more. Your writhing makes me suddenly reach up, with your legs on my shoulders still, and take your breast in my hand. Squeezing firmly, I press down on your chest. I wrap my other arm around your waist, holding you in place snugly as I continue teasing you. I stop, suddenly, eyes blazing as my hand exploring the rest of you blurs to better use. I unfasten your pants, lift your hips by the waistband, and pull them free fast enough that our heads are spinning. As I settle back into place, your smoldering eyes catch mine, lips moving without forming words. I lick and kiss my way from the top of your legs into the warmer center, only to discover that you have no underwear to get in my way. I begin at the crease of pelvis and leg, sucking lightly, kissing, then licking in an outward pattern. I keep this up, working my way around your sensitive nether region, being careful to only graze your vagina with the barest of touches. As I continue to tantalize your naked body, your hands are above your head, fingers clutching the blanket in a white-knuckle grip. Mine, though, are occupied by raking down and back up one side, to press you down, then start again as the other holds your lower half in place for me. I work in closer to your sensitive areas, glorying in keeping you waiting for so long, and decide I have one thing more to do. Still locking your pelvis in place with one arm, my other wanders down to join my head. I lick my fingers in front of you, watching your aroused reaction. I trace the area around your entrance, barely staying outside but working my way in closer, until... With a gasp, you feel my finger enter you for the first time. I keep it rigid at first, allowing you to get used to the feeling. I have almost totally stopped kissing you at this point, and am gently licking you as I drift nearer and nearer to your clitoris. As my tongue is about to flicker over it for the first time, I begin crooking my finger inside of you - slowly at first, but getting more pronounced. A swirling motion developed as I press my lips around your clit, tongue flitting over if one moment, drilling onto it the next. The arm around you tightens to hold you still for me, and I begin to put weight on my arm as I continue to eat you out. My finger slows as a thought occurs to me. I slowly, slowly back away from your clit, licking down the short distance to my finger. I begin to kiss and lick up and down both sides, pausing each time to tickle your clit with the tip of my tongue. As my tongue sweeps back and forth, up and down, a second finger joins the first, stretching you comfortably. As I reclaim my position with my lips wrapped around your clit, I hum softly and deeply, providing a buzzing sensation as my mouth and hands coax you into bliss. I pull my fingers from you, wrapping the arm around your waist with the first, and squeezing as I explore you deeply with my tongue and lips. The arm holding your waist all this time relaxes, coming down to my own pants. Quickly, I undo them, pushing them as far down as I can. Reaching up, I enter you with two finders this time, using the aptly named signal for "come hither." Humming my satisfaction into your warmth as you moan and squirm against me, I gradually stop moving my fingers inside you, slowly pulling them out. I begin to jerk off as I eat you, stroking myself harder and harder as you get closer. I stop jerking, though, sliding my fingers back into you in favor of more beckoning as a. This time, though, I don't keep both fingers inside long. I remove them both, and stroke up and down your bottom, pressing in gently as I cross your anus. After several passes, I push in a little more firmly with one finger. As it slowly slides into you, my second finger finds its way back into your vagina. Your ragged breath and whimpers spur me onward, and I want more from you, needing your satisfaction above all else. Clutching you down tighter than ever, I move inside you in time with your heart and breathing, enjoying the trembling as you reach climax, screaming loud enough to wake the entire forest. As you move and twist through a series of orgasms, I keep at my work, until you lie shuddering in my arms, dripping with sweat and juices. I stop, and start to give you a slow, deep massage, working the kinks out of your deliciously exhausted body. As your breathing begins to slow, your shuddering quiets, and we are left with the quiet noises of a stunned forest. Later, I will pick you up and take you into the water, but that's a story for later. Cherry Creek Falls Ch. 02 I take a moment to catch my breath, grinning inanely at you as you slowly undulate on the blanket, eyes closed and moaning gently between heavy breaths. Your chest heaves up and down as I watch, dew gleaming in the moonlight. I settle in close behind you, wrapping myself around you like a shroud. I nuzzle into your hair, and breathe deeply in, then out in heavy satisfaction. My top arm is stroking down your hair and neck and back, as your head rests on my other arm's bicep as a pillow. Gently, I work in a few playful kisses to your ears and neck and cheek between strokes of your hair, demonstrating just how happy I am to have pleased you so well. As your breathing steadies, my hand strokes down your side. Up, down; up, down go my fingertips on your bare moonlit skin, gradually getting closer to your hip. I begin stroking more with the entire pads of my fingers, staying in the top of the thigh region and only occasionally drifting inwards. I drift from the thighs to your belly, and back again, slowly nudging you onto your front as I keep my body tightly pressed to yours. Soon, you start to groan, half tired and wanting to sleep, the other half searching for further release. I keep stroking, aiming closer and closer to your pelvis, then tracing around the delta of hips and beltline in a slow swirling motion. Your breathing starts to pick up again as my hand dips back down to explore the joining of your inner thighs again. Without warning, I take hold of your top leg with the exploring hand, and with your headrest I seize your forearms. I start to turn onto my back, and twine my legs around yours, leaving you helpless, belly up, and naked under the stars. Grateful for our frenzy earlier, I use my spare hand to pick up your underwear from the edge of the blanket. I use your bra as a rubber band, pulling your wrists together until they are pinned nicely. Pushing your hands to stretch high above out heads, I whisper to you "stay put." As you try to hold still, both my hands roam out sides and chest freely, causing soft cries and moans to escape you as you sway your taut midsection from side to side on top of me. I move a hand to your hips, pulling your ass against me as you attempt to slowly gyrate on me, while the other hand reaches up your side, syour back, your neck... and grabs a handful of hair, forcing your head back and down. I take full advantage of this, and lick your neck and nibble your ears, whispering the things I want to do to you that would make you red if anybody uttered them in daylight. But this time, you DON'T blush. You tremble harder, wanting - NEEDING - to be taken, to be claimed with sweat and sex and strength. Groaning a little louder, you untangle your legs from mine to get better leverage, dry-riding me as we both begin to lose out self-control. You try to sit up, to press down on my fully erect length, but I won't let your hair go. Frustrated, your whole body shakes as you twist this way and that, serpentine and burning with desire. Close to giving in, I close my eyes and start to relax my hold on your hair. Feeling my grip weaken, you try to sit up again - and this time, you almost make it. Just as you line up to grind my brains out without taking an inch, I reach down, down between us, and point upwards. Not expecting this, you come down hard and grinding - and I slide deep, deep into you. It doesn't happen all at once, but you somehow cannot stop yourself from finishing the stroke that put me inside of you. With an angry cry, you finish taking me into you, feeling your anatomy suddenly made to expand to accommodate my girth. Your muscles protest, but it feels too good for you to stop. Placing your still bra-bound hands on your breasts, you begin to shakily ride me, gasping when I reach up and pull you by the hair towards me so that I can finally meet your lips with my own. Heat rolls over us, through us as we keep rutting, ignorant of animals or night hikers. All that matters is our heat, our friction, the sparks we make as we rub ourselves together. I move my hands, putting them on your clit and your hip. Slowly, I start to press my fingers flat on you. I begin to circle your clit, pressing lightly but firmly as I masturbate you while you fuck me. As you realize what I am doing, you lean forward, taking over my hand's position, and your climax is almost upon you. I can feel it through our joining, I can taste it in the air, and I can see it in your frenzy. I rake my fingers over your back, down and up, down and up, until you are seconds from the edge. I suck my thumb, index, and middle fingers, and quickly press against your asshole with my thumb. Nearly out of your mind with lust, this only makes you buck against me harder. I can feel you starting to tighten, feel your heart pounding and lungs heaving, feel the electricity buzzing just under your skin, turning your veins to magma, and I know I've bought myself seconds only before a collision of worlds occurs. Arching your back into a bow shape, you let out shriek that breaks pieces from the rocks in the falls. As you whimper, bouncing on me, desperate to regain control, I can feel that I am getting closer. I'm almost there. I apologize softly into your hair, but you can't understand me for now. I roll over, keeping inside you, and pin your panting, heaving form under me face down. Taking your hair on one hand and your hips in the other, I begin to ravish you, tasting your neck and back in a frenzy, pounding into you from behind with powerful strokes, murmuring beautiful, filthy things to ears that don't understand me anymore. With a loud groan, I seize you harder than ever, pulling you against me roughly as I come deep inside you, filling you with heat. Shaking, we collapse together in a pile on the blankets, and try to remember how to breathe correctly.