Climbing Rocks
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“Sabrina,” she whispered before finding my mouth once again and sucking on my lower lip. When she unbuttoned and removed her shirt, I helped her remove her red lace bra, which along with the forest green work pants, reminded me of a Christmas present—she was wrapped like a treasured gift. Twin mounds of exquisite white flesh, ornamented with perfectly pink nipples, was my bonus for allowing the release of her breasts. I couldn’t resist diving right in, anxious to rip open the rest of her package.
“Ohhh, please,” she said.
Encouraged, I planted gentle kisses on her breasts while she moaned with pleasure. I undid her belt buckle, making my way clear to unzip her trousers. All the while, my lips never lost contact with some part of her body.
“One sec,” she said. I didn’t think I could manage to wait. She rummaged through her bag and produced a shock blanket from her emergency kit. The ground, once covered with the makeshift bed, looked inviting.
“Perfect,” I said, delighted. “You’re my hero.”
“I always come prepared.”
“Well then, Ranger, be prepared to come.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Oh yeah,” I whispered and abruptly ended our conversation to resume the task at hand.
Lacey barely contained herself as I slid the bottom of her uniform down around her ankles. When I spotted the red lace panties to match her bra, I creamed my pants. I lifted her off her feet, careful not to allow our heads to bang against the low ceiling. While kissing her deeply, I placed her on the blanket. She kicked off her shoes, and I grabbed at her socks, tickling her exposed toes. She giggled. I threw off the rest of my clothes and joined her on the hard floor that mimicked my state of arousal.
Both of us now naked, I was ravenous and couldn’t taste enough of her sweet skin. She smelled of earth and fire. I worked my way down and got lost in her soft, light curls, hoping never to leave the comfort of the triangle between her legs. If that was as far as I got, I would be content for the rest of my life, but when she parted her legs, I was further rewarded with her luscious wet folds. I stopped tasting her skin long enough to enjoy the view. Her clit was hard and prominent under its hood. I wasted no time releasing it from its protection, playing, teasing, and I knew damn well I was tormenting her without mercy. Her screams echoed above the storm. I was sure we were going to awaken all the creatures of the night that slept during the day.
“I’m going to come…so…soon,” she cried.
I welcomed her first orgasm, knowing it wouldn’t be her last. When her hips rose into my face, I inhaled the sweet, musky scent of her copious juices. As she bucked and shuddered violently, I enjoyed her music. She was not as quiet and reserved as she appeared. I got caught up in her excitement and was nearing my own climax. When her last wave ceased and her screaming stopped, I kissed her lips and brushed her nose with mine. Lacey’s contented smile satisfied me, but I could tell she wasn’t done with me yet.
I knew I was in trouble when she pressed her palm on my chest and pushed me on my back. She had her wet cunt on my belly and held my arms above my head while she straddled my hips with her knees.
“Two can play at this game,” she said with a mischievous smile.
My legs were pinned. Heck, I was trapped and loving every minute of it. Her thighs were stronger than rope, and I was her prisoner. I tried to get one hand free to tickle her and almost succeeded, but she was much stronger than I gave her credit for. I was powerless over her, and no amount of weight training was going to help me now.
I returned her evil grin with a convincing one of my own, but I knew I was completely at her command.
“I’m going to take you to new heights,” she said. “And you aren’t going to be afraid.”
Lost in my overwhelming desire and excitement, I couldn’t speak. Instead, I concentrated on her touch. Kissing every part of me except the one part that ached for the attention so desperately, she drove me wild. “Please, Lacey. You’re killing me here,” I begged, trying to get her mouth on my clit.
“Not yet. I’m going to make you want me so bad—”
“I already do,” I pleaded. “Please, you’re torturing me.”
“Good.”
I was learning she was a bit of a sadist. She shifted slightly, removing her thighs from around my middle. My belly missed the feel of her sweet, juicy center. Finally, she parted my folds and slipped her nimble fingers into my pussy, rhythmically stroking to the tip of my clit. I wanted to grab her and pull her mouth toward mine as a reward for such pleasure, but she held me tighter. She fucked me with one hand, while the other firmly held my wrists above my head. Her mouth explored mine, and the sheer torture of being her captive excited me further still.
Lacey stroked me hard until my lust ran all over her hand and spilled onto the blanket. Finished with my mouth and neck for the moment, she let go of my wrists and worked her way down my body with her talented tongue. Once she buried her face in my crotch, I lost all track of time and place as she drank up my juices. Her tongue probed my hole while my need continued to intensify like an out of control inferno. She licked so close—and yet so far—but not for long. Working her way up the shaft, she finally reached my clit and at last, she sucked on its head. I became delirious from the sensation and almost came, but she distracted me as she thrust her fingers repeatedly inside. Every muscle in my body constricted and released as she continued her ministrations. She removed her tongue from where I needed it most just as I was on the brink.
“Stop teasing…please.” I thrashed wildly.
She tasted my clit one last time, and my body convulsed, exploding in an orgasmic frenzy as she touched her own swollen center. I never came so hard in all my life. Lacey came again, and I cried out in ecstasy as the last wave overtook me, my breath catching several times.
Blood began flowing back into my thighs that just moments before were wound so tight it was amazing the muscle fibers didn’t rip. I let out my breath slowly and noticed the silence outside. The rain had stopped, and we could see the sun peeking through the tarp. I was as calm and peaceful as the sky after a storm. I loved the way her skin glistened in the sunlight. Tracing the moisture from her shoulder to her fingers, I took her hand in mine.
“Listen to the quiet outside,” she murmured, making no attempt to move. We clung to each other as she caressed my cheek. I pulled her closer and nibbled on her ear.
After a while, she said, “Maybe we should get dressed.” Reluctantly, we got up.
When we were fully clothed in the dry pants and tops she had in that bottomless knapsack of hers, she had me completely awed again with how prepared she was for any situation.
She grabbed my hand and led me out of the cave that became the perfect love haven. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” I asked, but she didn’t say a word until we were out of the clearing.
“We’re going to the summit,” she said and walked toward Moro Rock.
I hesitated slightly. “But—”
“But nothing. I’ll protect you,” she promised, and I believed her. At that point I’d follow her towards the ends of the earth and beyond.
Climbing the rock, or more specifically, making it to the top of Moro Rock that first time was indescribable. Words could never do justice to the exhilaration and satisfaction I felt to have finally conquered my phobia. I trusted Lacey with my life and I was no longer afraid. I climbed to the top with confidence, my bravery fueled by the passion we’d just shared in the cave.
Lacey and I have climbed Moro Rock more than a dozen times in the twenty years we’ve been together, each time partaking in the magnificent, panoramic view, then commemorating the event with an earth-shattering kiss that shakes the entire Sequoia National Park and rocks my world. I never guessed I would meet the love of my life while climbing rocks.
The End.
About the Author
Cheri Crystal is a healthcare professional by day and an erotic romance writer by night. She was born and
raised in New York and lives in the United Kingdom with her wife. Cheri began writing fiction in 2003 after reviewing for Lambda Book Report, Just About Write, Independent Gay Writer and other e-zines. Her short story collection, Attractions of the Heart, was a 2010 Golden Crown Literary Winner for lesbian erotica. Cheri is honored to be included in the groundbreaking anthology, Ageless Erotica, edited by Joan Price, with her tantalizing lesbian love story, “Better Than Vibrators.” In her spare time, she enjoys swimming, hiking, viewing wildlife, cooking, jigsaw puzzles and spending quality time with family and friends. Visit www.chericrystal.com and friend her on Facebook for the latest news.
Other Stories by Cheri Crystal
Award winning author of
Attractions of the Heart
Road Rage
Top Bird
Innocent Kiss
Exercise Dyke
The Ties That Bind
Does The Butch Come With The Recipe?
Campus Craze
Steam
Playing With The Band
Going Fishing
Consult My Pussy
Climbing Rocks
Mirror Image
Better Than Vibrators
Help Wanted: Clitoris Missing In Action
Taking Chances
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http://chericrystal.com/
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