Forest For The Trees

This is the first story I've published on Literotica. I'd written it well over a decade ago and shared it with my best friend--she also happened to be the woman I was in love with. She liked the original, but I knew it needed work, so I squirreled it away and forgot about it. The original was much shorter and not near as fleshed out, if you'll pardon the pun--but the foundation, albeit edited, is largely intact here.

I lost that woman back in 2020--she passed away. This story drifted to mind a few years later (now 2025). I was astonished to find it on an old thumb drive. Something told me to dust it off, to finish what I'd started all those years ago... maybe it was her.

My singular hope for this story is that someone enjoys it; I have no preconceptions about it pleasing everyone. Working on this has taught me that writing erotica isn't near as simple or easy as one might think--but it can be enjoyable. It can offer a way to touch, even taste, the ethereal.

If you read to the end, please take that quick moment to rate it. And I will try to respond to any comments written. -- JP

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It hung like old, damp velvet in the bedroom air, even with the windows open.

The humidity rolled off the lake like an old baker slowly rolling out dough. Josh rolled on his side for the tenth time in an hour trying to alleviate the gumminess clinging to his body. Pam dreamt lazily next to him, the rumpled, white sheets gathered just below her knees covering her slender calves and ankles. High above the forest canopy hung a full moon, its pallid light streaming through the thin curtains that barely stirred in the sluggish night air.

He always insisted she sleep on the side nearest the window. He'd spent countless hours during their getaways in quiet admiration of her body. A thousand times he'd seen her hair generously spread across her shoulder and spill upon the pillow. A thousand times he stared, waiting for the next one thousand opportunities. Her skin thrilled him--smooth, creamy, almost innocent; her lithe legs flowed up toward her back, all perfectly unified like a fine string of pearls. Even after fifteen years with her he still couldn't get his fill of her--he'd even bring home the occasional pair of panties for her, just so he could lose himself tracing his fingertips along the fabric hem, across each smooth outer thigh, drifting slowly along each cheek, and tenderly drawing tiny circles as he arrived at the opposite inner thigh.

She still fascinated. Still captivated and beguiled.

But lately, clouds swirled behind her soft brown eyes. It didn't feel dangerous or foreboding, just... grey, subdued and still, like a hot day with no breeze for relief. She seemed distracted, even sporadically detached. She'd provided no reason to suspect the slightest infidelity; quite the opposite. More often than not, they were within arms reach of one another--their bond felt as strong as ever. He figured she just needed time to process whatever it was.

Yet her moments of quiet dissonance became increasingly tangible.

"Everything alright," he'd ask. Her response was predictable. "Everything's fine" she'd reply. Every time. Her somber eyes belied her words. He could sense it in her embrace, her touch, her occasional unaffected kiss.

She'd clutch him just a little longer than usual each time they hugged, her voice a little quieter. She slept more restlessly, reaching for him multiple times every night. Try as he might, Josh couldn't coax a sliver of detail from her.

They loved the cabin, so he thought it worth a weekend to see if it still retained its bark-encrusted magic. Inwardly he hoped the silhouetted pines would whisper her cares to him as she slept.

After the three-plus hour drive to get there, both felt the effects of a long Friday. Within seconds of exiting the car, both commented on the humidity, especially around the lake. Gravel crunched underfoot as they unloaded the car, a welcome shift from the harsher concrete and asphalt back home. So, too, was the cleaner, pine-tinged air. Under two hours later they'd opened all the windows, turned out the lights, and crawled into the king size bed.

The sheet stuck to his skin, refusing to release its textile grasp on his clammy flesh. Quietly peeling it away, he slowly rolled out of bed, careful not to wake her. He had no problem with her skin being sticky; his was another matter. Careful steps carried him down the hall to a large walk-in closet. The light stung his eyes when it came on, making him wince as if slapped in the face. He was suddenly aware that his cotton boxers clung more than loosely draped against his backside and hips.

"Where the hell is that fan?" he whispered, tugging at the fabric.

Boxes, milk crates, jackets, and storage containers of various sizes lined the walls and shelves; black shoe boxes, glossy hat boxes, red, green, yellow, blue, grey, even newspaper wrapped packages lay everywhere. Most of the contents belonged to various family members who shared the cabin throughout out the year. The only true certainty was its disorganization--no labels, no sections, no manner of telling what belonged to whom. A bead of sweat rolled between his shoulders.

"You gotta be kidding me," he groaned, eyes roving over the mess. "Look for a cord," he whispered to himself.

He started searching amid the stacks on his left, focused intently on his self-assigned task. He wedged fingers between boxes, lifted or pulled crates, and used an umbrella to probe around areas he couldn't quite reach. He had just about finished the left side of the closet when a gentle touch on the small of his back made him whip around. The umbrella he'd been using stopped with a hard thud, followed by a high pitched "OW!"

"Geez sweetie, you scared me! I'm so sorry!" Pam stood before him rubbing her right arm just above the elbow. Her sleepy eyes regarded the rosy stripe the umbrella left. She gently rubbed her left palm over the mark.

"I rolled over and you weren't there, so, you know, I came looking for you. What could you possibly need to look for in here at this hour?"

The harsh artificial light in the closet held none of moonlight's magic, but she evoked the same simmering arousal he'd always experienced when confronted with her beauty. The light fabric of her lace top hugged everywhere his imagination darted; the matching panties were as sensible as they were alluring. His fingertips found her dark hair and stroked it softly as he gently kissed her forehead.

"Sorry about hitting you."

She managed a half grin. "It's alright. Nothing broken, just stings a little" she cooed, giving a playful pout. Josh reached behind her and leaned the umbrella against the outer wall, out of further harm's way. "I'm looking for a fan I know I saw in here a while ago."

"Really sticky tonight, isn't it?"

"That's no lie."

"Honey, you should sleep on my side of the bed by the window. You get more of the breeze there" she offered.

"And less of you" he countered. The warmth of her smile softened the harsh light. "No, you sleep on that side." And with a kiss on her cheek he turned toward the stacks again. "You don't remember seeing that fan in here?" he asked.

He'd expected her voice, instead he felt her arms wrap around his waist, the soft linen of her camisole brushing against his shoulder blade; her warm cheek quickly followed.. He stood, rooted in place, speechless and buzzing from her touch.

"That's not going to help me find the fan" he managed. Her damp lips found the base of his neck. Josh shivered. Delicate fingertips pushed upward from his waist, smoothing goosebumps, wiping away body sheen.

"Pam," he whispered, his voice ragged. She kissed and nibbled her way to his shoulder, the nipple of a plump, warm breast rubbing as she went, coming to a heated stop just beneath his arm. Josh entwined her fingers in his.

"You like how I feel pressed against you, don't you?" she teased, her whisper a sultry roar next to his ear. Josh hummed his affirmation. "You'd live off tasting my skin if you could, wouldn't you?" Her full lips pressed along his neckline, her breath heated, suction pulling his skin against her summery lips.

"God, yes!" he replied, squeezing her hand in his own. "I know what you did the first time we met." His voice hung heavy, seductively hoarse in the small space.

Her lips brushed against his earlobe, her teeth tugging it before dripping a whisper within. "And what was that?" Her other hand slipped against his sticky chest, sliding slowly, deliberately around his pecs.

She was spinning a web of ache around him, making him hyper aware of his pulse. Everywhere.

"You cast some kind of feminine spell." He closed his eyes, gently tightening his fingers within hers. "Cloaked my doubts from me..." Her other hand slid sensually over his abdominals, teasing, back and forth, lower and lower by prickling degrees. "You planted the seed of forever." He groaned again as her lips danced along his ear once more.

Her voice dribbled like honey into his ear. "I knew you'd want me," she whispered, "and I needed you." Every syllable throbbed with latent ecstasy.

Leaning back against her, their combined weight came to rest against a heap of boxes--two vibrating sparks playing around gunpowder. He swiveled to face her. their bodies parting like Velcro. Instinctively his hands cupped her face between his palms, drawing her forward. He hunted within her eyes, probing quietly, looking for the right moment to put spark to fuse. Not far beyond the midnight of her pupils he sensed a roiling monsoon.

The stacks protested but yielded just enough as he leaned in and drew the first electric kiss. Her lips were firm and soft, passionate--perfect between his own. His teeth grazed her upper lip as her bottom lip massaged his.

The feeding frenzy had begun. Her moans vibrated along her throat and thrilled his tongue. Light, tender whimpers escaped each time their lips parted.

Her face immediately warmed under his touch, his fingers dancing, tracing around her ears and the back of her neck. Two soft machines came together, fluid and steamy, an alloy of need and lust. Kisses built exponentially from tender and explorative to malignantly sexual--the humidity permeating the cabin was punctured by sibilant gasps and throaty, guttural moans flowing from the closet like a creeping, carnal fog.

Josh felt her fingers slide up along his neck and into his hair, her other arm seeking purchase along his upper back. In the heat of the moment, his head was pulled back, his eyes instantly finding hers. Sweat matted some of her hair to her forehead and behind her ears. Her eyes smoldered, her voice an intoxicating blend of love and demand. "Baby," she gasped, "the bed."

Josh grinned, taking a second to drink in her desire, her beauty, then cupped his hand against the back of her head. "Uh uh, right here," he growled, nibbling her lip. "Right here, in the closet." The scent of her arousal began to perfume the closet, a gentle musk, a whiff of white lightning.

Tender fingertips traced lightly from her lower lip to the soft underside of her chin, his teeth nibbling her salty skin as he went. Pam tilted her head back, letting loose a volatile, husky moan. Her nails clutched at his back like an eagle gripping a fish from the lake. In return, he pushed a cupped palm forward from the base of her breast--each a delectable handful--until her taut nipple trapped between his index and middle fingers; he pushed them together, crossing them at the tip, to create a fleshy vice, squeezing the teat so it peeked out between his digits. With every kiss, every tender nip, his mouth moved closer to his fingers.

Throaty sounds bubbled from her mouth. "Unghhhh" and "guhhh" cascaded down her chin and along her neck. Josh grinned, greedy for her release.

Her head rolled from side to side, her entire body trying to encapsulate him, to bring him closer. One inner thigh rubbed vigorously against his hip, the friction causing hot waves of crimson pleasure to shoot toward her lap. Involuntarily she flexed her waist so it brushed against him, any part of him.

Hunger clawed at her. Thirst began pleading for relief.

Josh could feel her feminine humidity upon his upper thigh. He trailed heated kisses down her chin and along the length of her gorgeous neck, loving the taste of her sticky flesh. Her panting delighted him, falling from above him like erotic snowflakes.

Eyes closed and head back against the wall, Pam reached for his head, her fingertips lost in his hair. She tried to speak. "C'mere. Baby, please," she moaned, clutching at his head.

His face had slowly, and with excruciating eroticism, moved back and forth across her chest to adorn the sensitive tops of each breast with a host of tiny bite marks and lip caresses. Her fingers enmeshed within his hair as his tongue pressed and licked its way between her aching breasts, his breath creating torrid hot zones upon the silken skin--the soft curves of each one glistened in the closet's light. Her chest didn't simply rise and fall, it undulated in sync with her increasingly labored breathing.

A moment later another nipple had been captured between his front teeth and playfully tugged, its tip teased repeatedly by the tip of his tongue. Pam arched her back to present all she could to his simmering mouth. She felt his lips suddenly expand around the areola--he was sucking as much of her into his mouth as possible, his tongue basting her sensitive nipple.

Another heated grunt sailed past her lips. "Mmm--unngghh... god, yes, babe... yessss..." She gulped air, swallowing to hydrate her throat. "Bite it, take it, Josh!" The hard edges of his front teeth pressed into the inflamed flesh--his fingers pinched the other nipple. A serrated moan filled the room like Fourth of July sparklers. Pam writhed wantonly as she grunted her approval. "Nnnnggggg... yessssssss, baby... gahhhhh..."

The dark patch on her panties slowly grew--the subtle whisper of her moisture spreading against the pale canvas of the gusset. Honey between the material's threads, adhesion pulling it against her swollen lips.

Her shifting weight created a momentary imbalance, one which Josh fixed with a quick but friction-heavy slide of his knee between her legs, raising her up, leaving only her crackling body between him and the door jamb, his knee now an impromptu saddle to grind upon.

Josh looked down and smiled--the soaking lace fabric was darker, tangibly wet. With an index finger he hooked the gusset of her panties and scrunched them together, creating a thick band of dew-infused fabric. Then he pulled carefully upward.

Pam's forehead pressed needfully into his neck. "Ohhhh my...."

The sudden pressure triggered a scissor trap, her firm thighs slapping against either side of his waist with a damp clap. She held him tight, squirming, writhing, moaning, each tug of the panties shooting a lightning bolt between her groin and nipples. With one hand gripping her other wrist her arms clenched around his shoulders, once more burying her face along his sweat-drenched neck. Her searing need manifested along his knee and against his shoulder, incoherent words and sounds steaming the skin beneath her salivating lips.

Finding the top of her ear, his voice tumbled into it, raspy with need. "Slide, baby." He tugged the panties toward him. "That's it... ride it." Body slicked with perspiration and craving she moved against his stomach and chest, her arms sliding along his damp, sinewy shoulders. Small but powerful bursts of energy popped along her skin. "Jossshhh... need..."

He raised his knee slightly, resulting in her panties pulling slightly tighter. "Need?" he whispered in her ear before kissing its top. "I need you."

Pam panted heavily, trying to look into his eyes. "Need... me... to... what?" Another pull forward on her grinding hips and she grunted into his shoulder again.

"I need... every. inch. of. you."

Josh kept her pinned against the door frame as she hummed and sizzled atop his knee. He began to alternate between tugging and running his finger the length of her swollen, drenched lips. As he leaned in to kiss her cheek she whimpered unintelligibly in his ear.

"What's that?" he whispered, a finger finding the slippery entrance amidst the now burgeoning folds of her labia.

A high pitch gasp burst from her throat. "Yesss... Yessss!" was all she managed, her fingers again tangled in his hair. Pulling his head back, she consumed his mouth like a feral animal after a fresh kill. Her tongue whipped around his as his finger slid inside to the hilt and found its mark. Pam raised her knees and parted her legs slightly, an opening Josh had been waiting for; he slipped a second finger deep inside in perfect syncopation with the first. The other two fingers glided, frictionless, along her well-lubricated skin.

The dead-of-night quiet and the confines of the closet amplified their erotic trifecta: the sweet, wet sloshing of his fingers, her accelerated groans of pleasure, and the increasing slickness of their exertions.

Josh let his fingernails trace slowly along the smooth underside of her thigh, coming to rest with his full palm against her breathlessly beautiful bottom. God, I love this ass! Contracting his fingers, he gently, repeatedly squeezed the soft flesh, while his other fingers marched and whirled against the upper front wall inside her. His hand was bathed in her sweet essence, he could feel it dripping down his forearm. It should be on my lips, coating my tongue.

Josh could sense his wife's orgasm was approaching fast; this was his weakness, the one hunger he could never sate. No matter how often he experienced her release he couldn't wait for the next one. His mouth always watered for it.

Sometimes, however, it paid to wait.

Josh slowly lowered his leg to the floor, letting his fingers slide out of her throbbing, silken confines of their own accord. Pam seemed frustrated and concerned.

"I was sooo close," she panted. "Is your wrist okay?"

He raised his hand, fingers glistening in the light. "My wrist is fine," he smirked, then slowly tucked his index finger between his lips and closed his eyes. He nodded slightly and teasingly extracted his finger. "Yeah, the wrist is very well, thank you." Immediately he raised his middle finger to her lips and outlined them, then carefully slid it into her waiting mouth. He could feel her tongue swirling around it, her teeth gently nibbling on it. He stepped closer to her so she could feel the physical result of her sharing against her inner thigh.

"Such a good girl" he grinned, then leaned in to kiss away the remaining nectar; it had the slightest scent of pine sap with a trace scent of rose. Its undertone of sweetness always made him consider the many other ways he could savor it.

"We have a minor problem here, though" he said flatly.

"Oh?"

Josh crossed his arms and looked her up and down a couple times. "No, no. This just won't do." Kneeling down, he again hooked his index finger and grasped the panties as before, but this time tugged down. The thick quiet gave way to the sound of wet material traveling along smooth, hot flesh.

Pam played along. "Ah, yes, that is much better." She wriggled her hips to aid his teasing removal. As she stepped one foot out of one side Josh leaned forward and slipped them off each foot. He looked up at her, panties dangling from his fingers.

She seemed bemused."What?"

Splaying his fingers to reveal more fabric, he lifted them to his face and inhaled, his eyes locked to hers. Her whispered reaction was faint, but powerful. "God, that's hot!"

She watched him inhale deeply once more, rubbing the fabric lewdly against his face. He tossed them into the hallway with a priceless smile and glistening nose. "The scent of your flower drives me fucking crazy!"

Her fingers splayed gently upon his matted hair. "Then you should spend some time tending the garden." With a gentle nudge she urged his face forward, until his nose touched the dew droplets shimmering upon her sparse pubic hair.

Senses of touch, smell, and taste sparked to life as he immersed his face in her lap's sweltering interior--she was his every desire made manifest. Once more he breathed deep of the source, drops of her liquid spreading upon his lower lip--light, feminine musk, mingled with the gentle, salt tang of her essence. His hands grasped her thighs as his tongue skillfully parted her lips, delighting in the natural glaze she coated him with. His arms tensed as her knees buckled, her weight serving to further wedge his nose and mouth against her. Tiny sounds emanated from her groin, noises of fevered licking, sucking, and labored breathing. Drizzling from above him, her sensual music of sighs and whimpers.

Sweat beaded then rolled from his hairline down his back. Nature's humidity had crept inside and kept him awake; Pam's kept him erect as a rail spike.

With warm, languid kisses he caressed her pubic mound, the thin strip of damp pubic hair caressing his nose. Working his way toward her outer hip he tenderly nibbled and reveled in her wondrous flesh.

"Stop teasing me," she whimpered, twisting her hips to place her delicacy millimeters from his lips. Croaking with hunger, she issued a simple, direct demand. "Eat me." Josh looked up and directly into her eyes. Lust didn't glow from within them--it burned.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" she hissed playfully.

His thumbs pressed into her inner thighs, rubbing in small circles. "It's what I always crave. You know that."

"And you know I love it. Take what's yours. Kill me softly, baby."

He flicked his tongue against her exposed clit. A stream of juice flowed upon his snaking tongue--more of her honey that would never see the world outside her folds.

"GGnnnnhhh... eat me, Josh. Please... take your pussy!" Sealing his lips around her inflamed labia he made a show of sucking on her, then licked and grazed his teeth against her throbbing clit.

"Nnnnn... gnawwd... yea... yesss. Don't stop. Please don't stop," she begged.

Josh was ravenous. Her tender, fleshy ass filled both his palms, his fingers creating impressions in each cheek, desperate to force as much of her against his mouth as possible. The backs of her thighs slipped slightly more outward, his face dipping further into her steaming, creamy ravine.

Pam looked down, watching his head shimmy back and forth between her glossy thighs, his stubble delivering gentle tickles. "Mmmmmm, MMMGGGG... what's gotten... into you," she heaved, hands instinctively pushing his face further into her seething desire. She stroked his hair between gulps of air."Your tongue is everywhere!" Drenched folds slid all over his face as she gyrated and ground on it. All she could see were his eyes, forehead, and outer cheeks. Vibrations from his low growls rippled toward her molten center, the condensation of lust increased from a trickle to several semi-viscous streams he kept imbibing. The heady scent of her arousal merged with the heat coming off her body.

The tingling began. A thunderclap and torrential downpour were advancing. And Josh sensed it.

One hand massaged and squeezed its assigned ass cheek, the other slid with intentional leisure into the cleft between, a fingernail grazing her bud on its way forward. He felt her thighs shudder, heard her breath catch. She cried his name through a high-pitched, strained sob, "J-ooo-sssh!"

Drawing his index finger and thumb together, they traced across her perineum, sheen with fluids, until reaching the bottom of her vulva, where he tucked them between his bottom lip and her drooling pussy, sliding both in at once and spreading them apart. Once fully embedded he wiggled them around to properly anoint them with her nectar.

Her hand shot downward, grabbing his wrist. "What?" His eyes were wide, his whole body frozen in the moment. There was no verbal response, only the urgent piston movement of his wrist and the commingled sounds of her wracked panting and his knuckles pounding against her sopping front door.

"Nnnnmmmmggg... GAH!" Her walls clenched against his fingers. Josh looked up again--her head was bowed, eyes squeezed shut. Her whole upper body assisted in slamming his fingers in and out of her desperate pussy.

"Ff... hhuukk... ggaa... ffffuuuck me, baby!" she demanded, heaving his wrist back and forth.

The four walls of the closet, once so solid, seemed to melt and flow away, There was no hallway, no bedroom, no cabin--no reality. Everything dissolved into a soft-edged blur at the periphery of their awareness. Everything receded, becoming irrelevant, unperceived. Their universe shrank to the space between them, defined only by their intensifying, shared breath, and the exquisite friction of skin against skin.

Her voice failed to form words, only a raw, honeyed stream of sound--it became the sole melody, each soft groan and gasp a note in a rising crescendo; it didn't just fill the air, but saturated it, thick and resonant, like nectar dripping onto hot stone. Beneath it all was the unmistakable, primal scent of their love, a musky, metallic sweetness that clung to the air and the dampness of their skin--the smell of their becoming, of everything they were pouring into this incandescent moment. Their carnal perfume eclipsed everything else, marking this space, this time, as theirs.

That's exactly how Josh wanted it.

He crooned up at her. "Give me every drop of you, my sexy goddess." On her next pull he slid out his index finger, creating an exaggerated 'C' shape with his two digits--with each successive stroke his thumb glanced against her g-spot.

Another surprised grunt. Another heavy stream of her liquid found its way across her fingers and his wrist.

He looked up again. Damn she's exquisite when she's right at the edge! His slick index finger glided effortlessly against the simmering space between her vulva and most taboo hole. He began rocking his fingers back and forth--roll his hand forward, his finger would glance roughly across her hole, roll back and his thumb hit her spongy spot.

"Baaaaaaaabby... oh my god... oh, oh god.. "

"Cum in my mouth, Pammy." The diminutive affectation always made her a little wobbly, especially when she wasn't anywhere close to self control. Josh slammed his mouth against her sloppy opening and sucked like it was a straw, swallowing twice. "Cum for me, Pammy. I'm thirsty. Do you understand?" He pinched his thumb and forefinger toward each other and rubbed hard.

Another deep lick and thrust with his tongue, then he asked again. "Pammy, answer me." He swatted her ass with his free hand--hard enough to hear, light enough not to cause pain.

She threw her head backward, throat offered to the humid closet. "Unnggh... yes. Yes!"

"You're going to feed your husband properly?" One last furtive stroke between her g-spot and her sensitive back door.

Her eyes were closed, entire body bucking, writhing against his mouth and fingers. "All.. you..."

"All I what?" Pressing his forefinger into her soft perineum he practically laced it into the drenched crack between her cheeks.

"Baby... baaaaabbby... ggggnnnnnnn..."

His words were slow, delivered one at a time between licks of her pulsing clit. "All... lick... I... lick... can... lick... what?"

Pam fumbled for words. "Guh... gghhhh... ohhhhh gawwwd..." She dropped all pretense of femininity and instantly became a dancing flame, a fever in flesh and sweat. "All you... ya... yooouuu... can drink."

"Feed me, Pammy. Do it, now!" His forefinger pressed through her sphincter and slid easily just past the first knuckle.

It built, deep, resonant, and seemed to thrum through every cell in her body. A soundless cry of rapture caught in her throat as the pressure peaked, then shattered into a thousand glittering fragments of pure sensation. Her release didn't merely flow into his mouth, it jettisoned, launched toward the invisible target at the back of his throat. Josh gulped in rapid succession. precious drops and ounces of her honey splashing around his mouth, down his chin, neck, and chest. Her entire body convulsed, repeatedly.

The tension that had wound itself tight within her snapped. She was no longer bound by gravity or thought, but cascading through layers of unimaginable ecstasy, a freefall into velvet darkness

The parade of post-orgasm tremors left her boneless and breathless, stretched out on the edge of forever. It wasn't mere pleasure; it was a profound, almost spiritual unburdening.

Josh gently extracted his thumb and index finger and held her hips steady, greedily kissing and lapping up every trace of her unbridled essence; his lips looked like he'd applied lip gloss. For at least two minutes he felt her body shudder and twitch before he felt her go limp and drape herself against the jamb. He planted feather-light kisses along her upper thigh, his palms traveling up and down against the backs of her thighs and slipping against her kneepits.

Josh gave a tender nibble upon her pubis, his eyes watching hers as he did so. "I'd pay for tickets to see that again." Another soft kiss along her right hip. "Makes me feel a little sad for those who never come close to experiencing something so beautifully erotic." He leaned to his left, reaching around the door frame, making certain his stubbly cheek grazed the tender underside of her ass cheek.

"What could--oooooh," she breathed, feeling the roughness of his cheek against her bottom. She turned her head, unable to see what he was groping for. "What could possibly be outside the door that you need?" He paused for a heartbeat then looked up into her eyes. "This."

As the sibilant 's' hissed past his lips, she felt a cool, metallic tip against her ankle, moving upward along the length of her calf as he slowly rose. She strained to see what he was holding. "What is..."

Soft, nylon-covered rigid spines suddenly swept up her inner thigh, the smooth friction delicious against her exposed flesh, then pulled quickly through her legs. Hints of her fresh dew lingered on the nylon. He watched her eyes close as the fabric slid between her glistening lips. "Recognize it now?" he teased. He slid it forward again, a bow eliciting organic music from her wetness.

"The umbrella?" she stammered, eyes shut.

Josh grinned, then sank his teeth playfully into the delicate nape of her neck, simultaneously pressing the knurled handle urgently against her clit. Her knees instantly buckled but Josh caught her falling weight, grasping her around the small of her back.

"Baby," she panted. His kiss enveloped her lips, prohibiting further wasted breath. Her lips were warm and sweet, her tongue hungry. Even with their eyes closed they needn't had their arms around one another to be completely entwined. Every part of his body ached--not from mere want of her, but from blistering need. Slightly hunched against her he could feel the moisture-laden air swamp around his throbbing body, sweat trickling down his lower back and down his defined legs.

Her breath pushed into his mouth, billowing vapor drifting past his teeth and coating his mouth. Guttural moans rose and fell, capped with sharp, crisp whimpers. She tried to talk. His clamoring lips wouldn't let her.

Josh worked the faux-wood handle in his hand until the full five inches of it rested against his palm. Using his body for leverage he trapped his forearm between their dripping bodies, sinking the knobby handle further against her swollen mound. Then he began moving it, up and down like a piston. teetering on the edge of delightful cruelty. Her legs clamped around his hand like a fleshy vice requiring more exertion to push and pull the stock, generating more friction as a result. Each bump on the handle caused her to convulse and moan into his mouth, until he found the optimum location and pressed the full circumference carefully inside her.

Her gasp told him everything. Head back, mouth gaping toward the closet ceiling, tiny sputters popped out of her.

Josh maneuvered the handle as if he had rehearsed it for months; smooth, fluid, and unrelenting. His hand slid up and down her back. Small beads of perspiration dripped down the beautiful valley between her shoulders, ending where his fingertips were drifting. With each successive thrust his long middle finger would move slightly further between her soft, warm cheeks. Pam was irrevocably under his spell. The knurled handle slid in and out, its bumps creating tiny waves against her smoldering, glazed walls. Every so often he'd drag it across her clit, causing her to buck wildly.

His other hand slid further, fingers threading needfully between her pale cheeks, gripping and kneading her with increasing intensity, until his middle finger found its mark... and pressed furtively against it.

Pam tried to speak but only partial words fell from her throbbing lips, sighs and guttural moans taking precedence. Josh knew she was close by the sting of her fingernails trying to puncture his back. All but cradling her bottom in one hand and working the umbrella handle with the other, he upped the intensity from certain sufficiency to melting extreme. Burying his face against her chest he drew a nipple between his teeth and clamped down, flicking his tongue across its rigid tip. If she were lactating I could live here!

Pam thrashed like a rag doll against the door jamb, caught between Josh's passion and her erotic ascendancy. Both legs encircled his waist, her ankles slipped against each other in a weak attempt to lock them. Gravity, and the lack of support, made his finger less exploratory and more probing as it slid in past the first knuckle. Throwing her hands impusively behind her she gripped feverishly at the jamb trying simultaneously to hold herself up and push against him. Her nipples screamed with crackling nerve impulses, wave after wave of escalating, pressure-filled energy rippled from chest to crotch and back again crashing and breaking upon themselves as they met in the middle.

A geyser was forming.

Josh listened with not only his ears but his entire being. Even after so many years with this beautiful creature he still craved this moment, wantonly extracting it from her. Attuned as he was, he felt the first shock wave as it slammed against her inflamed vulva. Her head went back for an instant, and he leaned his head back to pull the nipple taut then released it a split second later. Pam's head snapped forward against his neck, her breath like steam upon his skin. Her hips heaved with each surge, a frenzied attempt to wear down the bumps on the handle to little more than nubs. She crossed the final threshold with a profound. lung-emptying grunt, clenching every possible muscle against or around him as she pulled them down into a pile of drenched, glowing flesh--of mangled and crushed boxes and wrapping paper. Her body relinquished not a bit of its hold on Josh, even as the pair lay gasping upon the aftermath of their desires.

Having dropped the umbrella, he reached up to tenderly brush her hair aside and revealed the countenance he adored. He smiled then leaned in against her ear and whispered "You're more beautiful now than when we first met." Neither waiting or expecting a response, he placed a soft, loving kiss upon her cheek, working his way to her lower lip to feast upon it.

Heavy, humid air wrapped them both in its dank embrace, but neither seemed the least fazed by the sticky intrusion. Josh rolled over, sending another stack of boxes tumbling over him and onto the floor. One box rolled over his lap, and only then did he fully realize his own state of arousal; his own need kept cloaked in his ardor for her bliss. Sensing the umbrella under his foot, he picked it up then took her hand. Her breathing was slowly returning to normal but her chest still rose and fell like she just ascended ten flights of stairs. With a gentle tug she sat up, a smile anointing her face. She glanced at the umbrella in his other hand.

"That," she said emphatically, "is going back with us." Josh grimaced. "But we already have an umbrella in the hall closet."

"Not that one," she replied, nodding at the freshly christened canopy. Carefully he traced the edge of the handle upon her lips then leaned in to savor them in a simmering, deliberate kiss. She enmeshed her fingers in his damp hair, pressing his head forward. The sound of their lips parting could barely be heard over the curtains gently flapping in the bedroom nearby. Josh looked down, then back at his wife. Without his urging her hand had made its way to the waist of his boxers and threatened to breach the elastic band. Instead she let the weight of her index finger slowly trace upon the cotton legging until it glanced the very top of his upper thigh. With a seductive sneer she curled each finger around the vertical fabric in a blisteringly erotic fashion.

Josh let loose a velvet moan. "Feels good?" she asked coyly. He nodded slowly, then grabbed her wrist.

"C'mon, let's go." He stood up, pulling her up with him.

"Go? Where?"

He kicked around a few boxes, eventually uncovering several pairs of flip-flops. "Here, put these on." With one quick motion he dropped his boxers to the floor before donning the sandals.

"Hon, it's the middle of the night, and, in case you haven't completely lost your mind I'm guessing that you're aware we're naked."

"Absolutely" he grinned. "Come on." Taking her hand, he led her out the front door, grabbing two towels on the way out. The screen door closed with a muted thud behind them in the inky darkness. Dead pine needles and gravel crunched under their steps as the warm breeze of summer wafted over their bodily sheen.

As they walked, hand-in-hand, their strides imparted vigor; the soft, cotton glow of the moon bathed them in a natural, milky pallor. The pine boughs overhead seemed to whisper of promise, of a moment unfolding. A short seventy yards later they had reached the dock. The hushed sound of lake water lapping against the posts helped conceal the sound of their steps as the dock planks creaked underfoot. Josh took her towel, tossing both of them upon the dock, and headed for the steps that descended into the water. He stopped suddenly and put his arm around her.

"Remember what we did the first time we came up here?" he asked, staring across the lake. He heard hesitancy in her voice. "We were younger then, and a lot more carefree," she recalled.

"There's that look again. There's something more to that look than you admit, isn't there?" Pam sighed, then drew him near.

"You'll think it's stupid."

"Try me."

Pam leaned in, laying her face against his bare chest. She could feel his heart pound against her cheek. After a few moments she looked up into his eyes, trying not to let her emotions, or fear, show. "It's been fifteen years, Josh. Fifteen years. We're not the same people we were before," she began. Josh swallowed hard, but remained silent.

"Especially me. I mean, I've changed. I've put on weight, wear less flattering clothes, work too many hours, don't feel near the way I did when we first met." She looked up again, finding his stare fixed upon her.

"I don't understand what you're getting at" he stated flatly.

Pam leaned back. "I'm so afraid you won't find me attractive anymore." Her voice trembled noticeably. Almost immediately she could feel his palms cupping her face.

"Apparently you didn't hear what I said to you back in the closet." His voice was steady and calm. She stared at him, trying to recall what he said, but could only shake her head. "I didn't exactly have both feet in reality for a few minutes," she quipped weakly.

Josh smiled again then kissed her on the forehead. "I said you're more beautiful now than when we first met." He caught a stray tear with his thumb and wiped it aside.

"Really?"

Josh nodded. "Without question." He pulled her back against him, pressing his palms against her stomach. "Whaddya say we go act like stupid kids again. I got an itch only you can scratch," he said, pressing his aching need against her sweat-slicked globes. Reaching behind her, she tenderly wrapped her hand around him. His pulse was strong, his skin taut.

In the canopy above, an owl hooted several times. The forest's whispered song caressed their dripping bodies. Pam looked around quickly and clutched her husband's tensile arousal, giving it an attentive squeeze as she looked in his eyes. He filled the cup of her palm perfectly, weighty, but proper; her fingers didn't loop but the tips touched. And at the moment, it was wholly unbendable.

"Sorry for being..." she began, resting her cheek against his sticky chest, her fist barely stroking him.

"For being what?" He felt her sigh slide across his chest.

"Aloof I guess is the best word. I haven't been the greatest company... or wife for that matter." Josh draped his arms over her shoulders and let his fingertips glide lazily through the perspiration on her chest.

"I knew you'd tell me eventually. I needed to give you time. I was getting edgy, though, I admit." He kissed the top of her head, moving his chin next to her ear. "I'm serious, Pam. You're my best friend--my everything. The whole point to marrying you was to grow old together."

Releasing her grasp, she turned to face him, then immediately wrapped her palm around him once more. The flesh was taut, like the skin on a plump, ripe grape; it radiated heat in her hand. Her thumb grazed the tip and slid along it. His hardness jerked against her hand.

"Even if I begin to sag and put on weight? Even if my hair thins or starts to gray?"

"Even if you weren't holding my dick? Yes."

Her smile was magical, even in the darkness. "This is my cock," she said with another deft slide of her palm. Moonlight revealed the viscous glint of his pre-cum coating her thumb and index finger. She rubbed some of it along his length, then looked up at him as she licked her hand clean and moaned.

"Even if..." he began. She cut him off.

"No 'even's'--always."

"Then we're on the same page." He planted tiny kisses beneath each of her eyes--he could taste a hint of saline. She stroked him a few more times before delivering a lovers kiss. "Thank you, baby." She slid her hand off him, delighting in watching it bob with his pulse.

"I think now I can finally see the forest for the trees," she said, then stepped only partially down the ladder. "Ohh, the water's..." was all she managed before Josh's stretched-out body sailed overhead then sliced into the shimmering lake. He surfaced, shaking his head, water splattering in all directions.

"Man, this feels great!"

Pam floated toward him, her moves graceful and serene. As she drifted closer, she grinned mischievously. "I know some other things that feel even better."

At eye level and treading water, a fine, wispy layer of fog crept along the lake's surface. Their breathing pushed it forward, thin, gauzy filaments tumbling ahead of them, lazily weaving amongst themselves.

"Josh, we're completely exposed out here."

"Yeah. And?" Water rippled outward from his shoulders.

"People won't think we're idiot kids out here. Just idiots."

"In the dead of night, and cloaked by the water... I don't see it as a concern."

"But what if..."

"It's too dark to make out any detail. And, really, so what?" Josh's voice carried clear and cool across the water's surface. "We won't be out here that long anyway." Pam swam up to him, planting a kiss upon his damp stubble.

"Okay. You win."

Wrapping an arm around her, he returned the kiss, tenderly--a kiss of devotion. "I won earlier," he reminded her with a grin. ""Don't need contests or lotteries--I'll take those kinds of wins all day, every day." Treading water, they kissed again, lake fog drifting up and over their heads.

Josh pecked her on the cheek again and pulled away. "C'mon," he called to her, breaststroking forward.

"Wait... where're you going?" The ends of her wet hair fanned out against her shoulders as she lurched forward.

"Over there," he replied, pointing ahead. A prominent grouping of boulders jutted from the lake's surface in front of them--a huge, primordial fist puncturing the water. Two especially large rocks boasted almost perfect, flat tops. Countless visitors had used them for fishing or diving. It was a quick swim from the shore, and Josh reached it first. Grasping a smaller ledge near the waterline, he beckoned her.

"Grab my wrist."

Cool fingertips glided through his palm, then curled and grasped his wrist. "I think there's an easy to get up just around the bend here. Follow me." He easesd to his left, water rippling around both of them as they made their way around. His forearm hit something solid. It was hard to make out in the relative darkness. A quick investigation confirmed an easy step up onto the boulders.

"Go slow," he cautioned. "No sudden movements. Piranhas pick up on that kind of stuff." Pam froze. "Wait. What? Piranhas?!" He pushed up and swung his hips around, plopping wetly atop the large step, water splashing as he kicked his feet in the water.

"Josh!" she yelled, shooting her hand up. "You just said..."

He couldn't stifle his laughter. "Piranhas are native to South and Central America. The don't do well up here in the States."

"You jerk!" She pounded his leg with her fist. "Not funny!" He roared again, his laughter quickly subsumed by the dark and distance. "Very funny!"

"Help me up, asshole!" He continued chuckling at her expense, hoisting her dripping body from the lake. The flat tops were mere steps away. They stood for a moment, Josh staring at her, drinking in her gorgeous, deliciously feminine curves, water droplets still draining off her flesh in tiny rivulets.

His wife slapped him on the arm. "You're somethin' else, you know that!"

"I must be to have landed a goddess." She failed to suppress her grin. Daylight would have exposed her blush. Sitting down, he grabbed her hand and pulled her down next to him. He draped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her close.

"Feeling better?"

A sigh of contentment swept past her lips as she laid her head against his shoulder. "Very much so." She kissed his cheek. "Thank you for understanding." He pulled her tighter and let his fingers dance against her shoulder and neck.

For a stretched minute, they sat lost in their own thoughts, content in the gentle hush of the night. The dark lake extended before them, pinpricks of brilliant light from above twinkling in the undulating water. They listened to the soft lapping of the lake against the boulders just a few feet below. Two small figures against nature's expanse but part of something much larger--the immense, living presence of the forest.

Josh's warm voice slipped into the moment.

"Feels like I'm sitting on the throne, my queen at my side." He gave a wide, sweeping gesture with his hand. Clearing his throat, his voice took on a poor, if well-intentioned, Arthurian regalness. "And this is our kingdom. Why, the very sky twinkles above us as a reminder of the blessings beneath them. Does not this beauty please you?"

Pam glanced around. "Indeed, m'lord. Very much so."

Josh took her hand in his. "I have it on excellent account that your subjects adore their queen. My ears have heard 'she's the finest lady in the land', and I am not the least inclined to disagree." He paused to move wet hair out of her eyes, then put his arms around her.

"From the heavens above, to Nature's bounty around us, I cherish most the beauty in my arms." Moonlight glanced off the line of moisture beneath her eyes.

"Really?"

"Without question." He kissed her again, squeezing her in his embrace. His damp lips touched the top of her ear just before his teeth nibbled it. His whisper was beyond warm--it had every sensation of a crackling fire. "Not a day passes I don't see how absurdly fortunate I am." He ran his tongue along her upper ear and felt her shiver.

Her hand caressed the forearm draped across her collar. "How so," she asked.

"Because I adore what's up here," he said, touching her temple, "and your ability to seduce me is ridiculous." She felt one of his hands trace along the side of her left breast. He practically hissed directly into her ear, "And you're so fucking sssseexxy!"

Pinched between his thumb and forefinger, he felt her left nipple go rigid. He gently rolled it then brushed his palm across it. "I want this between my teeth," he groaned. Pam's nodded, eyes closed, replying with a throaty "Mmmhmmm." Another playful pinch and tug.

She whimpered and writhed in his arms.

He dropped his voice slightly, the same aching growl present. "You love it when I nurse on these sweet things, don't you?" He drew out the word 'nurse' as he squeezed the breast slowly. Her legs rubbed against each other.

"God, yes, baby. Yessss!"

He nibbled along the edge of her ear, then pressed his lips against it. "Then feed your man, Pammy." Another squeeze, like he was gripping a stress ball--another gasp caught in her throat. Releasing his embrace, he captured her face within his fingertips and drew her in. Their lips touched tenderly at first, pressing and massaging one another. Tongue tips traced wantonly along full lips, dancing and teasing the other's tongue. Pam's moans clad his lips with tiny, electric vibrations. He leaned back slightly, still holding her face in his hands, looking down to watch her naked chest rise and fall, her breathing shallow.

Pam's eyes opened slowly. Even the post-midnight dark couldn't hide that far away look, the same one that also declared her every sense was here, in the moment, with him. "I love you, Pam. A little more than yesterday... and a little more tomorrow." He watched her eyes, locked into their depth. In a couple short breaths he saw emotion filling her pupils--the same emotion he witnessed the moment he lifted her veil to kiss her... love--deep, abiding, incendiary. He spoke before she could respond.

"Feed me your love, Pammy. Feed me."

The fingers of her right hand slipped through his damp hair, her palm directing his face down to the breast cradled in her left hand. It bulged ever so slightly, filling her palm but not spilling over her fingertips. Josh locked his lips around the rosy areola, his tongue instantly licking a circle around the nipple. He could feel the tiny bumps around it as he bathed the teat with every part of his tongue. It was tight, hard. The edges of his front teeth clamped against the base of the nipple and he bit on it playfully.

"Nnnnnngggggg... gg... g--yes, yes, baby. Own it," she groaned. "Own me!"

He sucked as much breast as he could into his mouth, his tongue pressing her nipple against his heated palate--pushing, pressing, tasting. A moment later a wet pop filled the air as he released the suction, her breast falling from his attentions, slathered in warm saliva and tiny bite marks.

Covering her full right breast with his left hand he gently nudged backward. "Lay back, my queen." Cradling the back of her neck with his right hand, he helped her ease back onto the stone's surface.

"Oooh! It's a little warm. I was expecting it to be cold."

"Rocks have a lot of thermal mass, so they soak up tons of heat during the day then radiate it slowly all night." Josh stated proudly.

Pam grinned. "You're such a geek." He drew his fingers upward along her breast like a claw in a toy machine, then tweaked her nipple. She gave a startled yelp. "But I'm your geek," he retorted, pulling up on her nipple until her breast took on a slight cone shape. He held it for just a second, the smooth skin of her breat stretched taut--then released it, reveling in how it rebounded into shape.

Josh almost drooled. "That was freaking hot!"

Pam's hand shot to her breast, fingers smoothing it. "Hot for..." Her words caught in the back of her throat as he repeated the same attack on the other breast. "Ow! Baby?!"

Capturing a tender globe in each hand, he massaged them, rolling her nipples between different fingers. Her chin arched skyward.

"Don't even try to act like you didn't enjoy it," he told her, his voice a tart, sensual rasp. "Your nipples betray you." Laying his stubbled cheek against the silken top of one breast, he leisurely dragged it back and forth across each soft bosom, paying extra care to rub it over her sensitive teats. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

His whisper drifted into the damp valley between her bosoms. "Hun?"

"Hmm?"

"When it become safe," he paused for effect, "I would love to have you consider inducing lactation." He gripped both breasts and rubbed his thumbs in circles over the nipples. She pulled on his shoulders as she gasped. "Oh my god!"

"Then you could truly feed me." To drive his desire home, he suckled tenderly upon her right breast. "Imagine it..." he continued, sucking her teat like it was a straw in a thick milkshake. Her legs folded up against his side, rubbing together, the cooling air flowing between her legs. "Your wonderful milk, squirting into my mouth..." he said, leaning back and blowing on her nipple, then moving to the other one. "Picture it flowing, coating my tongue, listening to me swallow, running over my lips and down my chin." He bit down and flicked the tip of his tongue against the other nipple. "Don't you want to feed me, Pammy?"

She groaned. Loud. It sounded like affirmation, but he wasn't certain.

"Don't you want to sate my hunger with your own, sweet, life-supporting liquid?" He continued his assault on her chest as she thrust it up at his face. "Feed your hungry boy, Pammy. Let me drain these glorious tits. Won't you fill my mouth... my stomach... with your milk?"

"Mmmmm, gaawwdd, yesssss, baby. I promise. You want every drop, don't you?" Josh drew his fingers together like he was trying to express the milk. "Every precious drop," he moaned. He gnawed carefully all over and around each quivering globe, delightedly squeezing one while he dined on the other. His wife's hand clamped to the back of his head.

She began panting.

Josh caressed her breasts with the pads of his fingers, tracing slowly along the soft underside of each one. "And when you've emptied both of these, you can truly say you've fed your baby." She could hear the grin in his voice. "Then it's time for dessert." She felt a hand slip between her legs.

"Ohhh,,, nnnngggg... yessss." Her body seemed to move of its own accord, the stone beneath her rubbing against her back with each tremor or shiver. "Baby?" she managed.

He slowed his exploration of her developing wetness. "Yes?"

She grasped his head, tilting his face toward her. "You want honey, too?"

His voice changed, becoming husky with hunger. "No."

"No?"

"No," he said firmly. "I need your honey, too." He slid two slick fingers inside her with ease, eliciting a sexy whimper. "I'll do all the cooking for you--you just feed me your milk and honey. Deal?" Her thighs came together around his hand, a heated, supple vice trapping his digits inside. Pam leaned up, sensually drew her arms around his neck, and initiated a scorching lover's kiss, all the while contracting and releasing her grip on his hand--squeezing, leaking.

Tongues wriggled and slid around each other, teeth nibbled, each tasting the other' s mouth as deeply as humanly possible--electricity, eroticism, and sweltering passion making themselves at home on the rocky outcropping. Her calves sent a message about a visitor--she could feel his hardness pressing into her leg.

"Josh..." she whispered, the moist parting of their lips adding fuel to the building fire. "Hmmm," he moaned against her mouth. Blended grunts and groans drifted heavily across the boulder, invisibly mingling with the lake at their waterline. "If you get my milk and honey," she began, greedily latching onto him for another feverish kiss, "Then I get to have my cream," she finished, reaching down and grabbing his cock, hard as the stone they sat upon. Josh shuddered when her soft fingers came in contact with his throbbing dick.

Pam squeezed and pulled on him. "Now, be a good king and allow your queen her due." Josh smiled, leaned up, and gave her a lingering, passionate kiss, savoring the heat in her shared breath.

"As you wish, my majesty." Carefully, he rolled onto his side, her grip along his stiff length steady, almost unforgiving--the sensation of it turning in her palm made his ache more deeply manifest. She passed her palm over the tip, collecting a thick sheen of his leaking dew, then sensually let her hand slide like warm satin downward, coating him with his own exudate; the syrupy consistency caused small droplets of her own to stick to her outer lips.

Finally supine, she planted wet kisses along his neck and collarbone, nibbling as she descended upon his upper chest--barrel-chested and meaty it wasn't, but he had firm definition--pliable and oh-so-masculine. She kneaded his pecs within her fingertips, deft kisses trailing, enhancing each and every touch.

For a brief momentJosh gazed up into the placid night sky, frayed ribbons of clouds coasting among the stars. He felt the slight drop in humidity--it was finally cooling a bit--but his wife's attentions certainly were not. Each fervent kiss upon his skin ignited the tiniest spark sputtering through his body. He caressed her arm with one hand while his fingernails on the other traced along the soft curve of her hip and upper thigh.

Josh closed his eyes, slipping into her sexual meditation. The moment his vision cloaked he spasmed with a deep, extended grunt.

A palm came to press gently on his pubic mound, her fingers splayed around his pulsing lust, stretching forward and around his sac, gingerly lifting and dropping his prized jewels within her slicked fingers. The tip of her nose nuzzled his kempt pubes, his cock being angled slightly upward. The spongy tip rested in the sweet cusp between her jaw and neck; he felt another small eruption of pre-cum leave the tip, a sensation of moist silk coated the head. Pam slathered the slickness back and forth on her warm flesh using his meat like a pastry brush. An unmistakable, fiery, female groan vibrated through his shaft, tiny lights dancing behind his closed lids.

Her hand slid up and down, teasingly, purposefully coaxing every possible bit of expansion from his sex. Josh could feel the sensitive head mold itself along her facial structure, along the underside of her chin, over the curve of it, slipping into the little crease just below her lower lip. She left it there for a few seconds--he could feel her chin slide gently back and forth.

He could feel the next dollop rise from deep in his groin--he rewarded her with another hit of his essence. "Gaaaawwdd... mmmmmmm," her heard her moan. They both knew this was his biological early warning of impending eruption. She drew his glans up against her soft, generous bottom lip, letting his swollen fullness come to rest in the beautiful valley between her heated lips.

She groaned again, the vibration like plucked guitar string. "You're all over my lips, baby." Her voice drifted like smoke across the tip, her tongue sliding out and traveling around the head, dipping sensually into the slit to extract every drop of his liquid. Josh's hips flexed, humping through her slick grasp and into her plush lips.

"You're such a fucking tease!" he moaned.

Her whisper surpassed mere sultriness--it exuded controlled, wanton heat. "Does my man want to feeeeeeeed me?" she asked, pursing her lips upon his sticky glans. She could feel his pulse on the tip of her tongue. "My taste buds say he does."

Crack! The crisp slap of his hand on her ass shot across the lake. "If I'm not feeling the back of your throat in five seconds..."

A whimpered groan dissolved between his aching crotch and the rock beneath. "What?" she teased. The sting on her cheek felt like sunburn. ""Will the king punish his lady for disobedience?"

"Crack!" Her voice barely contained the layered, aching tingle on her ass. Surely close observation would reveal tiny heat waves rising from the palm-marked surface. "A punishment of my choosing. So, what's it going to be," he asked, hand once again rubbing her cheek. Josh could smell her arousal already, even in the cooling night air.

He felt her firm lips encircle the head and her tongue wash over the tip. She paused... just a bit too long. "Crack!"

The resulting groan that filled her mouth lit the fuse of his unstable desire. Her lips descended slowly, her head bobbing up and down as she went, saliva drenching the invader as it claimed its territory. "Mmmmmmm, yes, much better, Pammy. Such a good girl!" Josh felt the tiniest of tremors along her outer thigh. Curving his fingers around her upper thigh he let his fingertips slid and stroke the soft flesh. As he neared her groin he felt it--damp, slightly viscous; she was beginning to leak upon her inner thigh. He twitched inside her mouth. He was sure he could feel her smile around his throbbing stiffness.

Her mouth, lips, and tongue seemed to be everywhere all at once. She would tenderly glide his tip against her palate all the way to the back of her throat before he'd hear "uunnnngggkkk," then she'd pull off, take a couple deep breaths, and lower herself again, repeating the process a few times. Eventually she managed to relax her throat enough slip him further inside.

"Ohh god!" he groaned, squeezing her thigh. He hissed his approval. "Yesssss, Pammy, yesssssss! God, I can feel your throat!"

More of her juice slid over his fingers.

Her fingers lightly teased his balls, carefully rolling them as the warm interior of her throat caressed his saturated cock. The cooling air, the solid stone beneath him, the exquisite woman imbibing his manhood, the scent of her escalating heat... pressure was building. He flexed his hips again, trying to fuck her throat.

Josh's words were painted with the exerted staccato of his breathing. "You gave me your honey, baby... mmmmmmmm... gggghhhhh... You sure you want me to feed you?"

"Gggmmmmmmmgggmm."

"I'll take that as a yes." He watched her hair bounce in the moonlight as her head rose and fell. His melting brain couldn't begin to describe the sensations hammering away at his crotch. He wouldn't give her the opportunity to swallow--at least not at first. Direct delivery, down her throat.

"You gonna drink all of me?" She tried to nod but started to gag. "Just like I drank all of you, right?" Another throaty moan reverberated around his inflamed cock.

Pam couldn't look behind her, but felt a hand under each hip, and then her entire lower body was pressed upward and one leg fell on either side of his shoulders--she could feel them against her knees.

"Don't you dare slow down, baby. Don't stop." Josh's panting became ragged, like he was running. "Nnnnnn.... gaaaaawwwd... ggeeeeezz... so damn good!" With a couple quick gulps of air he slammed his face into her drooling pussy.

A high, desperate whine coiled around his shaft... she didn't let up, through.

His tongue stabbed in and out of her, twisting and lapping against her soaked inner walls. His nose, slick with her essence, slid happily along the tender gap between her two most precious spaces. Backing off for just a moment, he gazed at her swollen labia--even in the pale moonlight he could see its perfect contour... an upside-down heart shape, slightly elongated, each side beautiful, puffy with need, and glistening with her nectar. He groaned aloud.

"You taste so good, Pammy." She pressed her hips downward and rubbed her liquor all over his face. She could feel his girth swelling slightly--he was close, so very close. She pulled her head off quickly.

"Eat me, baby. Eat that peach! Nnnnggggod... suck me dry while you feed me!" In about three seconds her head was back in position, his pole throbbing in her mouth and filling her throat. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth.

Josh's hands were full of her hips and cheeks, his mouth full of her sopping delicacy. He tried to warn her, tried to make some kind of sound, but only strangled gurgles popped from his dripping mouth.

The first volley had the immediacy of a bullet. He could feel her throat constrict as his cream lurched into and drained down her esophagus. Almost in sync, she gushed into his face, her musky pearlescent stream cascading down both sides of his face and chin.

Simultaneously slurping and grunting, he felt two more powerful streams jettison from his tip. Her mouth slid free--he could hear her gasping for breath; it laced over his inflamed head like a hot wind--but her tongue never lost contact with his swollen glans. A fourth, less potent spurt fell easily into her open mouth. As she closed her mouth to suck him clean, a final bit dribbled forth on the back of her tongue. He could feel her swallow, soon followed by her head laying upon his thigh. Her hand still caressed his penis with a sense of loving more than impatient passion. Her breasts rolled against his stomach with each deep breath she took.

His hunger had been eased, but not fully sated. He needed more of her.

Grabbing her hips he pulled her back against his mouth to renew her scent and taste upon his lips, tongue, and inside his mouth. He could hear the lake slapping against the rocks as he dragged the flat of his tongue across her sweltering vagina. Her entire crotch smothered his face as she pushed back, her thighs parting to grant deeper access. He growled into her heady moistness, feral and needy, her essence giving his stubble a glossy lustre.

Their throaty hums, the sudden, sharp intakes of breath, their guttural pleas--all weaved into a living, breathing entity that pressed in on them. It sealed them off from the world outside their desire, so consuming it became the very air they breathed.

Josh leaned his head back. "Baby, c'mere. Now. Hurry!" She moved a little too cautiously for his tastes, so he took her wrist and gently pulled her around to face him, setting her down into his lap. His arms wrapped around the small of her back, her legs pressed fully around his hips--his still hard cock pressed against her nether lips, nestling itself in the heat between her outer folds.

"That's more like it," he whispered.

She drew her arms around his neck. "Hi, lover." He could tell from her expression she'd put the troubled Pamela into exile. This, the beauty joined with him, was everything his heart ever wanted, every dream it had ever dared conjure.

"Hello, goddess."

Their lips met lovingly, sensually. Neither cared about the others' vital spirits commingling within their mouths. In their kisses cherubim frolicked and angels smiled. Josh leaned back again to gaze into her eyes... and grinned.

"What?"

"I love you so much," he said, resting a palm against her face. "I adore you." He kissed her softly once more. "I wouldn't be half the man I am without you. I mean it."

A mist gathered in her eyes--gentle as the moonlight, wet as the lake surrounding them. "Joshua..." she whispered, then laid her chin next to his ear. He felt a teardrop along his earlobe.

"Thank you, sweetie. That means the world to me."

"Then we understand each other, 'cause you mean the world to me." He rocked her gently for a few moments before pulling her face to his for another languid kiss.

"Now, I have a problem I could use your help with." Her eyes widened a bit. "Oh?"

"In case you haven't noticed, you're still having a rather dramatic effect on me." Pam squirmed a bit in his lap.

"I am aware, I assure you." Her hips gyrated forward slowly, her soft, sparse pubic hair grazing the flesh near his glans, generating soft, intensifying tingles along his strengthening shaft. "How might I be of service?" she asked playfully.

"Have you noticed the night is finally cooling off?" She looked around. "Now that you mention it, yeah, it does feel a little cooler."

"Well, I was hoping you could help a friend of mine--of ours--stay warm."

The corners of her mouth stretched toward her ears. "I can absolutely arrange that." With her lips planted firmly against his, she pressed hard against his lap and groaned into his open mouth.

Josh's hands slipped from the small of her back, across her hips, then back to the warm curve of her ample bottom. Filling his palms with her, he squeezed each cheek and pulled her tighter against him.

"That feels so good, Pammy!"

"Mmmm... you like being trapped right there, huh?" Her gently rotating hips caused his confined erection to roll between them, gathering more of her liberated fluid.

"Fuck yes." His masculine groan had an edge of sizzle. She worked her fingers between them, sliding the tips around his aching pole. Easing her hips back, she rubbed him furtively across her humid, open petals.

"You sure he wants to be in here? I mean, it's very damp..." her voice oozed sweetly before kissing him. "It's definitely hot in there," she teased, tendering another kiss. Her fingertips spread her now dripping glaze up and down him.

"Ohhh, god... baby... please..."

She breathed into his ear. "Please what?" Josh thrust his hips vainly, trying to press inside her.

"Please..." he panted, "bring him home?"

Placing one hand just below his knee, Pam leaned back and rubbed the head along her drooling slit before gently sliding her clit into the silky gloss of his tip. Her groan made both of them vibrate.

With tender pressure, she pushed her hips up just enough to accommodate his head against her spread petals... and slid gracefully down his rigidness. Immediately her walls rippled around him. transferring their tremors into every cell of his body. Her reaction sounded like air leaving a balloon.

"Fuuuuck yesssssssss!"

They held each other close, nipping lips and snaking tongues. From shore a casual observer in the dark would think them to be a writhing, undulating beast with two backs. Grinding, searing moments whistled by, wrought with beads of sweat upon their foreheads and potent need coursing between them, simmering cauldrons crying for more flame.

Josh's fingers gripped and pulled his wife's supple cheeks, his groin straining to probe as deep as possible inside her. Mixed with the sound of the moving lake, the wet sucking and sloshing sounds their bond created added a delicious, erotic heat to their public tryst. Her juices trickled down his shaft, slowly coating his bouncing crotch.

Pam felt her husband's palm against her face. She opened her eyes to see him gazing deeply at her. His voice bounced on his heated, gasping breath. "You... are... so... fucking... hot!"

Both hands once again firmly clutching her warmed cheeks, Josh let her bounce off his lap then held her suspended for a second before letting her slide back down with another wet-flesh clap. The distinct coolness of the external air made slipping back inside her all the more erotic.

Pam moaned, "It's... all... your... fault."

Bounce and hold, bounce and hold. With each subsequent round her syrup would drip a little more down his sliding pole and onto the rock below.

He pulled her tight, his mouth near her ear. "Never enough," he croaked. "I can't ever seem to get enough." On their left he noticed a sizable rock formation--just about the perfect height, too, he mused. A few more vocal thrusts and he paused.

They clung to one another like wet fabric to skin, breathing labored, desires conserved at a low boil.

"You alright?" His passionate kiss provided the answer. His brain was foggy, caught between the screaming needs of his body and his emotions. He said the first words that sprang to mind: "I'm blessed." With another tender kiss, he urged "Stand up."

Drawn against the light of the full moon, her figure was otherworldly. His wife was the epitome of graceful beauty--full curves where Nature intended, a tender swell in her hips and slight pooch that enhanced her sensuality, and thighs a man could get lost in for days--at once elegant and glorious in proportion. He had never erred in his appraisal of her as 'goddess'.

Rolling to his knees, he planted kisses and tiny nips where her thighs and groin met, then rubbed his nose briskly through her patch of slicked pubic hair, breathing deeply of her generous arousal. He pursed his lips around her clit and gave it a loving suck and lick. His own arousal bobbed gently in the early morning air, a tiny bounce with each heartbeat.

Standing slowly, hands gliding over the soft arch of her hips, Josh let one hand coast to the middle of her back, the other against her side. "Over here," he said firmly. "See that big bump in the rock?"

Pam nodded. "Yeah."

"That's your new friend. Time for the two of you to become better acquainted." The hand along her side asserted its intent, guiding her to face the raised stone, his warm palm on her back, sliding upward as it pressed her forward. Tiny jolts shot from her stiff nipples as they rubbed then pressed against the hard surface. As she leaned into the stone's surface, the smooth, creamy flesh of her breasts compressed, cocooning her aching nipples beneath the soft pillows.

She rested the side of her face against the stone.

"Introduction complete," she grinned. Josh gripped her inner thighs and pressed outward. "Yeeeaah, that's much better," he crooned, his palm cupping her throbbing folds, rubbing up and down. Pam closed her eyes slowly.

"Josh," she hummed. She felt two fingers slip inside. "Mmmnnnggg... Josh..." his fingers explored everywhere he slid them, her walls trying desperately to clamp down on them. Building friction mixed delightfully with her flooded interior.

"Baby... fu..." her breath collapsed into a guttural moan as his fingers danced upon her g-spot. Tiny gasps bumped into incoming air as she ground her pelvis against his hand. "Ohhh goddd... baby..." She reached around and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, pulling them apart for him. The air felt wonderful against her sticky flesh.

"Fuck me, baby! Please, plleeeeease... now... fucking take me!" Her reward was the sensation of his hard flesh rubbing up and down between her self-lubricated cheeks. She could feel it throb and twitch--he was deliberately teasing her, pressing and rubbing with an almost cruel slowness.

"I need you inside," she whimpered. She felt her hands being lifted from her ass, but his cock still coasted lewdly between the soft globes.

"Damnit, Josh, I need..."

Crack! The crisp sound seemed to slip along the lakes surface and into the forest beyond. Her surprise caught in her throat.

Crack! Another stinging slap upon the opposite cheek. Saliva dripped from her mouth, entangled with her muted cry of pain.

"And I need you to behave when your man is enjoying you!" His weight fell upon her back, his pulsing rod sandwiched between her shimmering buttocks, pressing into her crack. Lips barely touching her ear, his husky voice raced along her auditory canal. "You are a very, very naughty lady." He nibbled her ear and purposely groaned. "Don't you enjoy how hard you make me?" he growled softly.

"Nnnnggg guhhhh... yes," she panted weakly.

Don't I always take care of you?"

She whimpered louder. "Mmmmmmm uhhhhh, uh huh."

"That's right," he hissed warmly, lips still touching her ear.

Josh backed his hips off just enough to allow his aching sex to lift from between her ass cheeks. Reaching between their bodies, he held his cock firmly and brushed the glistening head along the entirety of her begging slit.

"Who does this gorgeous ass belong to?" he asked, pressing his lap against her back.

Her fingers clutched at the rock, unable to find a hold. "To you," she groaned.

"Good girl." Josh angled his cock down, directly against her perfectly swollen lips, and rubbed forward. He moved his mouth over her opposite ear, licking the top of it. "And who does this sweet... mmmmmm... delicious pussy belong to?" He swabbed his rod along her quivering lips again.

Pam felt two streams of heated dew begin to roll down her inner thigh. "To you, baby. To you... please..."

"I don't think i quite heard you," he grinned. "Who owns this dripping... wet... pussy?" Still leaning against her back, he pulled his hips away. Pam immediately began bucking her hips, trying to locate him.

"Josh... no, don't..."

A softer crack this time, against the fullness of her hip. "Mmmmmpphh!"

"I asked you a question, my precious, dirty queen! It's a simple question..." he pinched her ass cheek tenderly between each word: "Who--pinch--owns--pinch--this--pinch--pussy--pinch?" She could feel the hot, firm head of his cock pressing against her swollen outer petals. All she needed to do was push back.

"YOU DO!" she screamed. "It's all yours!" Her heaving, naked body twisted and bucked against the rock. "I'm only yours! Everything belongs to you!"

"Perfect answer," he rumbled, then sank into her with a heavy, single thrust. Her heated walls didn't simply ripple, they quaked around him. Three long, languid strokes is all it took for her--like a thumb on the end of a running hose, her liquid gushed along his length before spraying all over his crotch. A second wave cascaded an easy half-cup of her sweet slurry down the face of the stone and puddled just between their feet.

"Mmmmnnnggggg, ggaaawwd, yes! Ggaahh... fuck your queen, baby!" She could tell he was rocking his hips, only bumping his groin against her ass--a steady, unsatisfactory pace. "Pound her like she deserves!"

Once more she felt his hands grasping at the bend in her hips, fingers pressing into her skin. He'd withdraw slowly, then return just as slowly, each time pulling her lewdly back against him. About five thrusts later he was still withdrawing until only his head stretched her folds... then he began slamming into her, sending puffs of her breath gliding across the rock's rough surface.

"Like this? Is this what you want?" He pushed and pulled her with stunning ferocity. Josh loved hearing the sounds she made when he hammered her from behind, her deep, resonant Mmwwuuh huh, Mmwwuuh huh, Mmwwuuh huh feeding his ache, stoking his rising flames. "Cat got your tongue?" he snickered. "Maybe just a little rougher, huh?"

Pam tried to respond but couldn't form words. She stretched her arms out to either side, trying to spread the impact from each passion-driven punch. Her lips parted to supplement her ragged breathing, drool dripped down her cheek and began pooling against her face. She could feel the trembling start in her shoulders and at her heels--it steadily worked its way toward her gooey, roiling center.

Josh's baritone grunts left no doubt he was in charge. "Maybe a slight change of scenery would help." Never breaking pace, he reached forward, wrapping her hair around his fist, then carefully tugged backward.

Her chin pointed at the shoreline, her eyes wide, trying to makes sense of the wavering horizon. "Nnnngguuk... gguuhh... kkkuuunnngg." Her words had melted before they reached her lips--the world around her was melting as well. He'd ratcheted up the pace, squelching sounds emanating from seemingly every direction. The waves coming upon her shore were getting bigger. His grunts thundered in her ears, their bodies obscenely slapping together and parting just as loudly. Her head jerked back a little.

"Is this the pounding you wanted?" Her eyes watered and began to roll upward, her tongue lolling upon her lower lip. Her nipples screamed, legs unsteady and ready to give out. High-pitched whines fizzled from her throat. "Eeemmpppfff... mmmmaaaa... mmmaaaahh... nnnngggggggg.... uhhhhhh ggggaaahh!"

Josh knew she was close. He looked down at their joined bodies. Watching her ass bounce with every thrust was an erotic delight he'd never tired of. He could almost time his thrusts to slam against her when the previous wave returned from the top of her cheeks. "This ass is fucking incredible, Pammy!" He gave it a playful slap for good measure.

As her orgasm broke, she found her voice and screamed. "OH MY GOD! YESSSSSS! DON'T YOU DARE STOP!" Her vagina clamped down on him, trying to squeeze some sense of reality from it. Her entire crotch rumbled and spasmed. "CUUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG BBAAAAAABBBYYY! NNNNGGGGG... CCCUUUMMMMINNNGGGG!"

Josh suddenly pulled out and dropped to his knees, palms pressed against her shaking thighs. Her spill gates opened just as his lips sealed around her throbbing pussy--he could literally feel it pulse against his mouth.

He couldn't swallow fast enough--two mouthfuls in under five seconds, easily another mouthful splashing pornographically against the stone below, mingling with her prior ejaculate. Josh surfaced just long enough to take a breath then caught the next wave as it exploded against the back of his throat. It was slightly sweet, a hint of tang, and a never ending source of fascination for him. He sat back on his heels for a few seconds, admiring her quaking form.

Another milky stream seeped from her like water from a faucet.

She was temporarily lost, suspended in some other euphoric reality, untethered to her physical self. From somewhere around her drifted the sound of someone out of breath--there was water too, something hard and unforgiving beneath her, and her skin felt slightly cool. Her arms trembled, stomach twitched, and her legs shook beyond her control. She felt luminous, her entire being saturated in a state of liquid bliss... until she was slowly brought back by a sensation of heated fullness stretching her within.

A soft, familiar voice gently pulled her back from the twinkling stars above. "You okay, beautiful?" Her husband kissed along her shoulder and up the back of her neck. Pam nodded, only half aware of her surroundings.

"You were positively sublime, Pam." There was that familiar sensation of fullness again, traveling back and forth between her quivering upper thighs. "You were stunning--no, wait, that's not right," he said, hesitating for a moment. She felt his warm lips upon her cheek. "You were transcendent."

"I was?" Her voice felt feeble, lost. Fingertips caressed the sides of her breasts before sliding under her shoulders.

"Yes, my love. Beyond doubt, you were." His fingers interlaced with hers and gently curled closed. Josh watched her eyelids droop and a goofy grin appear on her face. Her body was still responding to the intense hormonal shifts of her orgasm--he could feel her involuntary shivers all over his body, especially his legs as he tenderly made love to her while she recovered.

For the next few minutes they basked in the pallid glow of the moon, languid and loving in their union. Josh held her protectively, using his body as a barrier between her and the world around them. His strokes in and out were smooth, unhurried. The only thing waiting for them back at the cabin was sleep, but it could wait--this memory was priceless.

Pam's cotton-candy moan brushed away their reverie. "Mmmmmm... Josh?"

"Yes?"

"I don't feel like you came."

"I didn't... yet." He gave a few more furtive thrusts, enough to elicit honeyed groans.

"Baby?"

"Hmm?"

"I want my legs around you." Josh pushed until their pelvis's connected, then pushed a little harder and twitched his cock for her. A tiny gasp passed her lips.

"You know how I love that," he whispered. His wife giggled. "I know you do. So, let me spread for you." Josh's skin exploded with hundreds of delicate tingles.

"Hard to imagine better words a man could hear." He closed his eyes and withdrew with sensual deliberation, focusing on the creamy friction her channel provided--a sensation like thick, warm satin. He could detect the slightest hint of suction breaking as she fully released him.

Once free, he glanced down--her entire sex looked like a glorious, expressive bromeliad, petals swollen and cupped open wide in anticipation of moisture. Centered beautifully between her succulent upper thighs and ass cheeks, her offered desire served to escalate his craving for her emotional connection.

He leaned back, pulling her upward. She wobbled a bit. "Oh my god," she giggled. "My legs feel like rubber!"

"How 'bout if we give 'em a break?" Pam drew her forearms around his neck and leaned into him, adorning his full lips with a tender kiss. "I love you, Joshua." Her majestic smile was equal parts healing, restorative, and stirring.

She reclined in the same spot where her chest had been pressed just seconds earlier. The stone felt warm and a trifle clammy from her perspiration. Hands behind her knees she drew her long legs together, raising them slowly as if they were bound. With teasing sensuality she caressed the backs of her exposed thighs, running her palms up and down, from her kneepits, down and around her plump buttocks and back up again. She baited him, seductively crossing her ankles, her joined thighs making her puffy treat bulge slightly. Pam watched his eyes rove over her exposed flesh. She loved that look, a kind of carnal trance.

"Kid in a candy store, huh?"

"The world's finest confections, indeed," he replied huskily.

Josh ached to kneel down and worship her glistening pussy--but they had the rest of the weekend. Right now he needed her coiling around him in every way possible. So he took the necessary--and proper--steps toward his self-indulgent goal, sliding his straining hard-on up and down her silken, drenched vulva. Her clenched thighs guided his glans upward, kissing her clit with each stroke, allowing his balls to slide against the crack of her ass. She hummed erotically--he moaned needfully.

Grabbing her crossed ankles in one hand, he positioned himself against her slick puffiness and pressed gently, just enough to see her flesh swell around his tip. He flexed his hips delicately, mesmerized by the swollen peach trying to suck him in.

"Stop teasing me!" she whimpered.

"Oh, you're one to talk!" he countered.

Pam wriggled her hips. "You love it," she whined cheekily.

"Damn right I do," he declared, and pressed forward, sinking into her gummy depth in one delicious stroke. Countless times he'd experienced her humid blossom, but each time brought the same thought to mind: Heaven made manifest.

Josh let himself settle into the moment, to savor each tactile sense of now. His strokes were languid without losing the slightest measure of aching heat. She felt like warm baby oil and velvet around him, clutching and stretching around every curve and vein he fed into her. Reaching up with his other hand, he grasped just below the other one and pressed gently, forcing her knees closer to her chest.

Pam drew and audible breath. "Yesssss, baby! Oh, yess!" She splayed her arms and hand out on either side for stability.

He could feel the rolling of her hips as he leaned his weight into her crotch. "So deep. Soooo deep... oh my god... so good!"

Josh leaned her legs to the side slightly and locked eyes with his lover--they seemed hazy, smoky, even in the early morning dark. He quickened his pace just to hear her groans, never breaking eye contact.

"This candy store is going to give me diabetes," he grinned. She giggled and clenched her sweltering walls around him.

"Mmmmmm, Pammy... god, that's hot!" He continued with exaggerated hip swings, seesawing in and out, plumbing as deep as he could reach, all the while gazing into the eyes of his Venus, caressing her calves in time with his strokes. Her sultry, satin nectar flowed around him, a precious fluid cushioning each loving glide, baptizing with her font of feminine magic.

After a few minutes he slowed down, pausing while buried inside. "Now, you mentioned you wanted to wrap these gorgeous legs around me. I hope you'll keep your word."

"Try stopping me," she teased.

"Not a chance." Josh released her ankles and guided her wonderful thighs around his hips, then leaned into her with a fever-inducing kiss. Full lips consumed and massaged each other, sucking noises flecked the air around them. Josh slid his hands under her arms and cradled the back of her head in his palms.

"Is that better," he asked.

"Much. Now, I have one more favor to ask." Josh kissed her forehead, then nodded.

Pam's voice was soft, saturated with heat--a kind of aural velvet. "I know you love me," she began, wrapping her arms around his back. "Now, make love to me, Joshua." The fullness of her thighs imprisoned his waist, smooth flesh rubbing against his own. Her calves rested upon the small of his back.

Once more their gazes locked. Josh gently tipped forward, just enough to feel her tender nipples against his chest, then his entire body began its lustful glide against his wife. The new friction rolled her breasts with each leisurely pass, raising new awareness and tingles within the stiff points of her bosoms--tiny ripples of pleasure fanned out across her abdomen; sparking embers rode the waves, fusing with the glowing cauldron in her groin.

Josh gave the tip of her nose a warm kiss, then worked his way along one cheek, planting full, luxurious kisses along and under her chin before applying equal attention to her opposite cheek. Threading his fingers through her hair, he peered into her gaze for a few seconds, his hips in perpetual motion.

"Hi, beautiful."

"Hey, handsome." Another fusillade of devouring each others mouths proceeded, glazed moans drifting across one tongue then dissolving upon the other. Husband and wife were panting as their lips finally parted.

"Lean up just a bit," he said, sliding his forearms along her upper back. Pam felt his biceps contract under her arms. "That's better, now I can hold you tight." With a mild squeeze he kissed and nipped her lips playfully. He watched her eyes close and head tilt back, a long, sexy sigh purring from her throat.

Holding her against his chest, Josh increased his thrusting. He could feel her thighs stretch and clench with each stroke, her heels pressing into the top of his ass. A coiled spring was growing just beneath his crotch--her syrup became the passionate music of their union, her liquor a shimmering glissando of notes, arcing and spattering, splashing everywhere--against everything.

He flowed in and out of her, like a bowstring drawing out long, sweet notes on a violin. Pam's greedy interior fluttered and twitched around him, gripping the head of his manhood, squeezing it like a sponge--every cell her gummy path caressed made his body sing, a veritable chorus rising within him with each honey-infused stroke. Josh pulled her tighter against himself, light hairs on his chest tickling her nipples as they scraped along his flexing pectorals.

Pam felt his rough cheek rasp along the tender skin just beneath her jaw, his lips painting tiny ellipses of passion, teeth nipping into the sensitive flesh. Another plaintive moan fluttered free of her throat and melted along his upturned ear. Each thrust between her clenching legs landed a little harder, each momentary meeting of their groins sounding a touch louder, a hint more delightfully indecent. The moist, musky scent of her own heat mingled with the sounds of their impassioned grunts... her heart pounded--she couldn't remember ever being so thoroughly drenched and dripping... feeling so achingly, blissfully desired.

She felt his weight rise from her chest, the cool night air racing across her sweaty skin. As he leaned back, an emptiness cried out from below--he'd slipped free. The moonlight gave his toned figure a kind of enigmatic look, muted shades almost glowing warm in the moon's milky hue, like a sensual painting on dark velvet. He gently removed her legs, slowly lowering them. She could see his stiffness still angling upward, proud, ever ready to please her--a small, thin but visible string of her nectar dangled suggestively from his tip.

His expression intimated mischief. "Thought your legs might need a little relief," he told her. "But not for long." His gaze held gravity. She held her arms up, hands beckoning him to come nearer. Leaning down, he braced himself, one arm on either side of her body. A lingering kiss enveloped her mouth--his throbbing, grinding cock teased her clamoring folds as her legs dangled lazily.

"What?" he asked, staring into her hazy eyes.

Pam let her hands slide up along his triceps, tracing slowly along the defined line twisting back into his shoulders. The firmness of his shoulders felt warm against her palms as she caressed them slowly.

"I don't think I tell you I love you as much as I should...."

"Pam..." A graceful index finger pressed upon his lips.

"As much as I should," she repeated, "and certainly not enough to indicate how much."

"But..." She shook her head gently. She felt her petals slowly separate and his head ease inside of her.

"You're not playing fair," she teased.

"Well, you won't let me talk, so..."

Her hands dipped from the tops of his shoulders, applying deliberate attention as they slid down his long, sinewy deltoids and around his back.

"I love you. I don't tell you enough," she sighed. "I don't feel that I can adequately express how much I love you." Her voice cracked slightly. Her husband was filling her, worshipping her... and still the words evaded her tongue.

Once more, Josh leaned down and kissed her tenderly as he continued his sensual pistoning. She was cradling him inside, and he was luxuriating in the sensations.

His voice was calm but warm. "Pamela Delia Reed, do you take me, Joshua Reed, to have and to hold?" In her stare he could see her eyes begin to clear.

"Yes," she replied, gentle as a cloud.

"For better or for worse?"

"Yes," she answered, rolling slightly to kiss his forearm.

"For richer or poorer--in sickness and in health?"

"Yes, and absolutely." Her emotions began intertwining with her rising passions, her knees creeping up along his hips.--her own hips flexing in sync with his languid strokes.

"Do you promise to cherish me, til death do us part?"

She grasped his face between her sweat-slicked palms and stared lovingly into his gaze. "As Nature is our witness, you are the love of my life, Joshua Reed. Yes. Yes!"

Josh smiled wide. "By the power vested in me, by me, I now pronounce us man and wife, king and his queen, goddess and her votary. You may now kiss your husband."

The last consonant had barely left his lips when she launched her delicious, sensual assault upon his mouth. Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes, but all she could taste--all she wanted and needed to taste--was the love and desire in his kiss; it was there, in abundance, and she gorged upon it.

In the early morning dark, perhaps if they'd had presence of mind to watch their corporeal love, they might have seen the tiny, brilliant sparks fly from their lips. Tongues lunged, moans carried upon exchanged breaths. Once more, both began to sense passion's spring coiling between them, compressing, its pleas marching defiantly toward insistent screams.

Neither ignored it. Both hungrily fed it.

Josh broke their searing kiss with a heated grunt and leaned up again. A strand of hair bounced in his vision, little but a mere thing. Casting his gaze just below where her chin bobbled with each increasing thrust, he became mesmerized by the rolling, undulating movement of her breasts--contained chaos, both erotic and hypnotic in their fluid, bouncing motions.

Instinct took hold. Without looking away from her heaving breasts, he found her calves and lifted them upon each shoulder. Pam's arms stretched out again to either side, fingers splayed upon the stone's surface. Her thighs curved outward as they pressed upon his chest, his hands tucked directly beneath her rippling breasts--with each lunge and impact they revealed then partially covered his hands. The ragged heat in her voice, the sheer dance of her nectar between them, the raw beauty of her naked form--everything inflamed him.

Around the lake treetops swayed gently, the breeze licking along the water's surface--in return, the lake exchanged invisible hints of water vapor for the breeze's caress. Cooled air slipped along the water's tender swell, sweeping effortlessly up around the boulder formation, fondling the two bodies in perpetual motion, brushing every exposed bit of heated flesh.

Josh's fingertips traced every tender inch of her skin--over her face, along her jawline, fingernails slowly scraping down her neck and along her shoulders; as his fingers touched her collarbone, he felt a mild spurt flow from his tip. His wife must have sensed it--she gripped him firmly with her pelvic muscles. He twitched again inside her... message received, loud and clear.

Her heaving breasts rolled into his palms. He corralled the nipples in a vice grip between his thumbs and forefingers, then squeezed, kneading both mounds while grinding away below. The squelching was increasing, as was the scent of their exertions. The music erupting from her mouth became increasingly lewd and raunchy, bordering on wicked--words of love deliciously corrupted by passion. He leaned down for another kiss, wanting for the sweet steam of her breath, needing to taste the vulgarity of her desires.

She delivered both, clutching and writhing between his strong arms. Her tongue dripped upon his, both grunting their seething hunger into the back of the others' throat, prickly with caustic, scalding lust.

The kiss made Josh sweat. It made her shudder.

Abruptly, her pulsing vessel emptied. Josh grabbed the back of her head as he scooted forward. Panting slowed her response.

His voice was commanding. "Clean me, Pammy," he stated, thrusting his bobbing prick toward her lips, its thin sheen glistening, even in the moonlight. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out.

"Nah ah ah," he admonished, jerking his hips back. "Lips only." For a split second her eyes caught his, her expression quizzical. He carefully flexed his hips forward and her stare followed. Pam's full lips barely parted then settled upon his wet, spongy head.

A full-throated, salacious moan rumbled from his throat, touching off sparks in her brain.

Pam passed her lips over him like a smutty popsicle, could literally feel his pulse as the veins rubbed against her mouth. She could taste his pre-cum when she licked her lips clean, loved the scent and texture of their combined lust. In one swift, unexpected motion she closed her mouth over him and bathed his shaft with her saliva and tongue, risking an equally quick descent to the base and the provocative tickle of his pubic hair rubbing against her nose, lips, and chin. She gagged slightly before slowly pulling off.

Josh grunted again as the cool air wrapped around his wet cock.

"That was very cheeky!"

Pam grabbed his forearms and pulled at his waist impatiently with her calves. "I didn't hear you complain."

"No--but I don't want you to taste me this time." He slid his full length along her flower, then pushed forcefully. Pam grunted. Hard.

"This time," he said defiantly, "I want you to feel me."

"Nnnnnngggggg... *gasp*... yessss... yesss!"

Josh drew her against his aching body, secure and protected in his embrace. His lips barely brushed her ear. "You always manage to draw every--thrust--drop--thrust--out of me." Their bodies met, hot and sticky--slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. Their impending releases rolled like thunder from their centers. He nibbled her earlobe, eliciting a tiny yelp. "I want my seed swimming inside you when we swim back to shore," he snarled.

"Gggaawwd--y-yeass." Whimpers, moans, and lascivious hisses streaked past his ear. She pleaded, "Cum with me, baby... please!"

Josh's bucking accelerated, a blissful sting generated by its friction. He wasn't gliding anymore--he was sailing inside her, floating, coated in her lush, viscous dew. Fertile sparks along his spike began igniting her unstable interior. Their passionate union sizzled on the edge of delirious combustion. "Where do you want me?" he growled seductively.

His wife swallowed as she gasped, trying to answer. "In... me... inside me!" Her walls spasmed everywhere around him, rolling, vibrating. Josh felt a small stream flow down the underside of his shaft and coat his balls when they slapped against her syrup-coated ass.

He squeezed her tighter. "How... about... against... your... cervix... you... sexy... goddess!"

Pam grunted like an animal into his neck, teeth biting and nails scraping his flesh. Her heels spurred into the small of his back, imploring him to go as deep as possible. The hard stone beneath her was the sole intrusion upon reality--her ascension began as the orgasm bubbled up from her gurgling innards. Their emotional entwining was underway, unstoppable, with her at the incandescent lead.

Josh's labored, heaving breath whipped along and into her ear, each baritone grunt of sexual avarice triggering minuscule shards of white light behind Pam's eyes. His own coiled spring released its energy as a long, muffled cry against her temple, his arms binding her, clutching to become a loving singularity with her.

The stream coursed like a flame igniting a line of gasoline, racing from his sac up the urethra--he could feel it, and so could she. Protected from the external world, his fluid exploded from him, balls contracting each time she gripped and released his raging penis--she felt his cream splash against her cervix; a selfish thrust, a vaginal squeeze, then another warm squirt. She felt a third bit drip inside before Josh gave a fourth, final heaving push.

"Stay inside me," she whispered, stroking his back. She felt her interior continue to contract and ripple as he throbbed within her, their combined juices slowly mixing into a custom, erotic cocktail. Pam kept her ankles locked around his back for a couple minutes, reveling in the gentle sloshing occurring in her womb. Josh relaxed his embrace, turning his head for a moment to catch his breath, eventually pressing up on weary arms and kissing her softly.

"You were glorious," he told her, his voice trembling with sincerity and love's lightness. The sides of her feet slipped tenderly across his hips and along each leg, rubbing like a slow-motion cricket.

"I feel electric," she hummed, "liberated, beautiful, sexy..." Her husband's kiss halted her thoughts.

"You've always been beautiful and sexy--inside and out."

The two-backed beast had only a few more moments to exist... this time. Its silhouette moved gently as they caressed and kissed, gathering precious energy from reserves for the short trek back to the cabin. Deep, restorative sleep awaited.

Fervor spent, Josh softened, retreating from his wife's slick, humid gift--leaving her feminine embrace evoked the quiet grace of a dream dissolving in the morning light. Unwelcome, yet aware he would, sooner than later, return to her charms.

Rising slowly, he grasped her hand and carefully pulled her up. Her free hand lit upon his cheek, her gaze somehow bright in the cloak of night. "I'm too tired all of a sudden to find the words, but... thank you for tonight." She giggled softly, her impish laughter melting into the soft lapping of the lake around the boulders. "I'm a little bit of a physical and emotional mess at the moment," she told him with a smile.

Josh's knees wobbled like jello. Her beauty had power, but her smile was a sword. "I love you," she breathed--one hand slid around her back, his other cupped the back of her head, pulling her cheek against his upper chest. "And I adore you," he replied warmly. He breathed deep, still able to smell their sex wafting around them. Her nipples pressed into him, her breasts gently rolling with each breath she took--no illicit arousal to be had from the sensations, only the mutual bond of caring.

He pulled away and kissed her upon the forehead. "I think we're both going to sleep very well now." He looked toward the spot where they'd clambered onto the boulders, then over his shoulder, toward the dock. "I think we should just dive in," he stated.

Pam scanned the surroundings cautiously. "Sure it's safe?"

"Oh yeah. So long as we jump in toward the dock we're fine." He gave her hand a slight squeeze. "Ready?" She nodded.

Josh leapt first, splashing loudly with a wet thud, surfacing about ten yards away, slicking his bangs out of his eyes. "It's brisk, but feels great!" he yelled, waving her in. Pam hesitated, shaking her arms.

"C'mon," he barked. "It's piranha free!" She flipped him the bird then dove in, coming up a couple yards short of him. Josh swam over and put an arm around her.

"Hey sexy," he crooned.

"Hey you." They shared a quick kiss, treading water. Gone was the thin film of gauzy fog. The cool water prickled their senses and washed away the tell-tale signs of their rendezvous. Two heads quietly slipped through the lake, small ripples spreading out in their wake.

Josh guided his wife to the ladder, eyes glued to her backside as she climbed out and stepped onto the small dock. He paused as she bent over to grab a towel, watching droplets slide over and off her delicious skin. The ladder creaked a bit as he hoisted himself up. Pam was staring at him as he wrapped a towel around his shoulders. He tucked a finger under her chin and gently lifted her face to his.

"There's something you need to know," he said, peering into her eyes. Her eyes narrowed, her pretty lips lightly parted. "Oh?"

Josh curled his fingers into hers. "Fifteen years," he began, letting the words suspend between them for a heartbeat. "Fifteen years, and I'm still head-over-heels in love with you. I'm asking you now to never, ever forget that. Another fifteen down the road and I'll remind you again..." he continued, kissing her tenderly. "And in between, I'll remind you every day, somehow, of what you mean to me."

He wiped a small tear from he cheek.

"Promise?"

Josh nodded. "Mhmm," then took a quick glance around and said, "I want you to always see the forest for the trees."

Hand-in-hand they walked back to the cabin. Its interior was cooler, considerably more comfortable than before. Josh tapped his phone on the nightstand beside the bed--just after two in the morning. He laid down on his side of the bed, hands behind his head, watching his wife turn suddenly and walk down the short hallway to the closet.

"Where ya goin'?" She didn't answer, instead bent over and picked something off the floor then returned to the bedroom. She held up the umbrella as if presenting an Oscar statuette. "We're not leaving without this." Her tone left no room for doubt.

She laid the umbrella atop her suitcase, crawled into bed next to him and kissed him tiredly. "I love you, but it's time for some serious sleep. Goodnight, my love."

"Goodnight, my queen."