高空调情

The mountain air was thin and cool, but the heat radiating from Maya was anything but. She stood at the edge of the wooden deck, her back to the endless valley, and I could see the sweat glistening in the hollow of her throat. She’d rolled her yoga mat out on the warm planks, and the late afternoon sun was catching the copper in her hair.

“You’re not focusing, Liam,” she said, not turning around. Her voice was a low, smoky thing that always seemed to be laughing at a private joke.

I was on my own mat, a few feet behind her. I’d signed up for her evening vinyasa class in the village, but when she’d suggested a private session at her chalet, I knew it wasn't about my downward dog. I’d been watching her for weeks, the way she’d bend and stretch, the flex of muscle in her ass, the way her eyes would catch mine in the mirror and hold, just a beat too long.

“How can I?” I said, letting the words hang. “You’re not exactly making it easy.”

She finally turned, a slow, deliberate motion that made her tits shift under the thin fabric of her sports bra. A smile played on her lips. “The altitude makes people honest. Up here, we don’t have the energy for games.”

“Is that right?”

“Mmm.” She walked towards me, her bare feet silent on the wood. She stopped a foot away, close enough that I could smell the salt and jasmine on her skin. “It makes everything clearer. What we want, who we want it with.”

Her hand came up, and her fingers traced a line from my collarbone down to the waistband of my shorts. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt straight to my cock, which was already straining against the thin cotton.

“I know what I want,” I said, my voice rough.

“Show me.”

I didn’t need a second invitation. My hands went to her hips, pulling her against me. Her body was warm and firm, and I felt her breath hitch as my hard-on pressed into her stomach. I kissed her, not gently, a hungry, open-mouthed kiss that tasted of mint and mountain air. She moaned into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

I slid my hands down, over the curve of her ass, grabbing a handful of the firm flesh. Her skin was hot under my palms. I pushed her back, and she went willingly, my hands guiding her until she was pressed against the wooden railing of the deck. The mountains spread out behind her like a postcard.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I breathed, my lips against her neck.

She laughed, a low, throaty sound. “Don’t get poetic. Just get these off.” She was tugging at the waistband of my shorts.

I helped her, shoving them down along with my boxers, my cock springing free, hard and aching. She looked down at it, her pupils dilating. “God, I’ve wanted this in my mouth for a month.”

Before I could respond, she was on her knees, her hand wrapping around the base. Her mouth was hot and wet as she took me in, her tongue swirling around the head. I groaned, my head falling back, my fingers gripping the railing. She was good, too good, her mouth working me with a practiced rhythm, her eyes looking up at me, challenging. She took me deeper, until I felt the back of her throat, and a strangled sound escaped my lips.

I let her for a moment, the pleasure blinding, but I needed more. I needed to be inside her. I pulled her up, my hands rough on her hips.

“Not yet,” I said, my voice a wreck. “Turn around.”

A flash of understanding crossed her face. She turned, bending over the railing, her ass arched out towards me. She was wearing loose linen pants, and I pulled them down with her underwear, revealing the smooth, perfect curve of her ass and the glistening lips of her pussy. She was already wet.

“Jesus, Maya,” I whispered, my thumb tracing along her slit.

She pushed her hips back against my hand. “Stop teasing. Fuck me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the slick heat of her, and then I slammed into her. She cried out, a sharp, guttural sound that echoed off the mountains. She was so tight, so wet, and I felt myself buried to the hilt.

I started to move, a hard, fast rhythm that had her gripping the railing, her knuckles white. The sound of our bodies slapping together was loud in the quiet air. I could see my cock sliding in and out of her, glistening with her juices.

“Yes, like that,” she gasped, her voice muffled. “Don’t stop.”

I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. She let out a sharp whimper, but I could feel her pushing back against me, harder. I drove into her deeper, the angle changing, and I hit a spot that made her whole body shudder.

“Oh, fuck… right there,” she moaned.

I kept that pace, relentless, my balls slapping against her clit. The view was insane — her perfect ass, the valley below, the sweat dripping down my back. I felt the pressure building, a familiar tightness in my balls.

I pulled out, spinning her around before she could protest. I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I sank back into her, this time facing her. She was so open, so exposed like this, and I could see every flicker of pleasure on her face. Her head fell back, and I buried my face in her neck, licking the salt from her skin.

“Look at me,” I commanded.

Her eyes met mine, dark and dazed. I moved inside her, slower now, deeper, each thrust a deliberate, grinding pressure. The change in pace was maddening. Her nails dug into my shoulders.

“I’m so close,” she whispered, her breath hitching.

“Come for me, Maya.”

I drove into her hard, and she shattered. Her body convulsed around me, her inner walls clenching and pulsing, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. The feeling was too much. I buried my face in her shoulder and came with a groan, my cock pulsing deep inside her, flooding her with heat.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us trembling, our bodies slick with sweat. The only sound was our ragged breathing, echoing in the thin mountain air. I slowly lowered her to the deck, and we collapsed onto the warm wood, tangled in each other.

She was silent, her head on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. The sun was starting to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I could feel her heartbeat, a steady thrum against my ribs, and I listened to the soft whisper of her breath, a perfect, silent rhythm in the hush of the mountains.

CATEGORIES: [Summer Sex, Outdoor fucking, Just the Two of Us]