Mountain Desires

“Do you trust me?”

“Not anymore!” I screamed.

His hand was wrapped so tightly around my wrist. Sweat was starting to bead on his forehead. My arm felt like it was going to pull out of my shoulder. I started to look down.

“No! Don’t look down!” He screamed, “Look at me! Look in my eyes! Nowhere else!” He tried to calm his voice. “Just look at me, trust me, please.”

My feet tried to make contact with the surface of the sheer face. “Damn you.” ‘You’re going to love this,’ he said. ‘It’s the next step up,’ he said. Yeah right. It’s amazing how many thoughts flash through your mind when you think you’re going to die.

He stretched his free hand down towards me, “Give me your other hand.”

“No! I can’t!”

“Yes, you can. Just swing your hand up here. I’ll catch it.”

I kicked my feet, trying to get a little momentum. I swung my dangling arm up. “Dang it!” I’d missed. Frustration, panic, adrenalin were all kicking into over drive.

“Don’t give up. Try again. You’re still attached to the safety lines. I won’t let you go.”

I took a deep breath. I could feel his hand slipping down to my hand. It was now or never. I blew out the air, and pushed into the granite face again. I kept my eyes on his, trusting that he’d find the arm that I was throwing up to him.

He clamped down on my forearm. Part of me wanted to just collapse with relief, but the struggle wasn’t over yet. I had to make it over the ledge.

My feet finally made purchase, and carefully moved upwards, inch by inch. My arms and legs were screaming with the strain.

“Come on, I’ve got you.” I could see every muscle in his forearms straining with my weight, the way the light glistened on his skin, the sun freckles on his nose. He blew out and took another breath. “You can do this baby. I’m not letting you go.”

He scooted back against the mountain face as I finally flopped over the ledge. I collapsed beside him on the short outcropping beside him. He wrapped his arms tightly around me.

“Damned woman, you scared the life out of me.” Neither of us could catch our breath. We just lay there, holding each other, lost in our own thoughts of how close we’d come to being one of the statistics of the mountain.

It didn’t take long before the jitters hit me, then the tears, then the realization that I either had to go up or down. Staying here, in the comfort of my new husband’s arms, wasn’t an option.

“Sally, slow down.” Bill shifted me into a sitting position. He still held me tightly against him. “Breathe in, two, three. Now, out, two, three, four, five, six, that’s it Baby, in three, out six.”

It’s a wonder I didn’t shake us both off the side of the mountain. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, centering myself. Sooner or later, I had to commit to finishing this climb or commit to repelling down the mountain. Right now, the only commitment I wanted was to be in the honeymoon suite of our five star hotel. Man, what I wouldn’t give to have Samantha’s twitching nose right now!

Bill’s fingers gently brushed the hair out of my face. I opened my eyes, still counting my breaths to see the most beautiful and concerned looking blue eyes staring at me.

“Feeling better?”

“A little.”

He sat back against the rocky face, and crossed his feet, Indian style. I rested my head on his shoulder and my hand on his ribs, matching my breath to his. His thumb traced up and down my arm.

“It’s beautiful up here,” he sighed.

“It is,” I sighed. His calmness was starting to replace my anxiety.

We sat in silence a few more minutes, my hand sliding lower on his side.

“We’re going to have to make a decision soon.”

“I know.” I closed my eyes. My hand slowly moved to the top of his thigh. My fingers became my eyes as they danced over his muscular frame. Heat beckoned my fingers to follow its sirens call.

His breath caught as his body betrayed him and joined in the dance. I gently stroked over his pants, feeling the heat and thickening that was occurring below.

He placed his hand on mine, effectively stopping my ministrations. “You know, this isn’t all that comfortable in this harness.”

I looked up at him. I knew he was right. This was probably a really bad idea, but I just couldn’t stop myself.
I caressed his scruffy cheek, pulling him toward me. What, a half an hour ago, I was ready to kill him, now all I wanted was to jump him. Right here, right now! My lips parted, my body was on auto drive. My tip of my tongue licked the center of my top lip. I guided his lips towards mine.

Our lips touched ever so softly once, twice before it was all over. His tongue claimed his purchase, possessively dominating and sending wave after wave of want through me. I could feel the heat rising in my core. Moisture gathered and the scent of mountain air vanished with the scent of my desire.

His hands, those strong hands that had held me so tightly, skimmed over me. My skin tingled with the delicate touch. His hand barely caressed the sides of my breasts, his thumb barely brushed over my hardened nipple. Waves of pleasure built, but I wanted more, I needed more.

I struggled with his harness and pants, searching for my prize. I could feel his hard cock, yearning to be free. I knew that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

“Stop.”

“What?” I looked at him incredulously.

“Stop, I have to do something.”

Seriously, you have something better to do? I sat back against the granite, with my arms crossed under my achingly lonely breasts. I pouted, newly married and already turned down for sex. Was this what this lifelong commitment going to be like?

Bill stood up beside me. His pants tented magnificently in his harness. He tried to adjust himself and grimaced.
It served him right!

He unstrapped the bag on his pack and started to work. I watched him in self pitying silence, trying to figure out if I wanted to go up or down. He was so engrossed in his own little world, banging stuff and pulling stuff, and tying stuff that he didn’t even know I was anywhere around.

“There! It’s done, honey.”

He threw my pack into the tent then climbed in. I watched as he unrolled the sleeping bag suspended hundreds of feet above the base of the mountain. He motioned for me to join him.

I looked incredulously at him. He expected me, the same me, that was dangling off the side of this mountain earlier, to join him in a tent deliberately hanging off the side of that mountain? The man had lost his mind! I shook my head. I wasn’t getting into that flimsy tent and ‘hang out’ in it.

He unsnapped his harness. He kneeled, unzipped his pants pushing them down to his knees. His cock sprang at the opportunity to be free. Bill held out his hand, “Come on, baby. I’ve got you.”

I still wasn’t so sure. That first step down was a killer, literally. With one hand he beckoned for me to join him; with the other he stroked the velvety skin that I’d wanted so badly such a short time ago. I felt myself melt to the temptation.

I held his hand tightly; looking only into his eyes, believing in him. With a deep breath, I crawled into the tent. It swayed with the added weight and I felt like I was going to heave.

“That’s it! You’re in!” He smiled that devilish smile that I fell in love with. He slid back in the tent, it rocked and I groaned. This was going to take some getting used to.

He finished removing his pants. His dancing one-eyed snake performed for me, mesmerizing me, calling me to give it my full attention. I licked my lips and slithered to greet it. Its head glistened with excitement as it swayed to and fro.

Bill grinned at me, “See something you want?”

I took matters to hand, grasping him firmly and pulling up toward his mushroom head setting a steady rhythm. My tongue flickered across the tip, savoring his heady flavor. He stroked my cheek while I watched his every move as his head disappeared into my mouth.

He moaned, “That feels so good.”

I sucked on the fullness of his head, curling my tongue around him, sucking it. I pulled backwards; scraping my teeth on his crown then sucked him in a little further. He gently massaged my jaws, easing the muscles and pulling me further onto his throbbing member.

I slid my hand down to his sac, massaging and kneading his balls. I watched as his head rolled back, and he moaned in delight. My finger slipped below his balls, stroking the sensitive rim of his ass. His hands started massaging my neck, deeper and deeper I took his cock into my throat.

“Oh, man, Baby that feels so good. Not long,” he panted, struggling to hold on.

My finger pushed into his ass, searching and finding his prostate. Gently making circular motions on his happy spot, his cock jerked sending his seed exploding into me. He collapsed on the floor of the tent, panting just as hard as when he pulled me up over the ledge.

“Oh Baby, that was wonderful.” He pulled me up onto his chest and kissed my forehead. “I love you, Sally.”

Straddling Bill, I pulled my top off while he unfastened my harness and pants. I laughed at not being able to stretch out and maneuver in the confined space.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m trying not to think about where I am.”

“Here let me help you,” he smiled. Within seconds we were snuggled up skin to skin inside of the sleeping bag. Bill rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand. He slid his free hand across my breast. My nipples hardened, sparks of desire shot through my core. He pinched and pulled, making me gasp. His hand slid lower, finding my inner heat, plunging two fingers into my slick sheath, while his tongue danced with mine. I moaned with delight as he massaged my inner sweet spot and thumbed my clit. My juices coated his fingers, and it was so hot watching him lick them clean.

“Fuck me, baby. Take me now.” I whispered pulling him over me. In a swift and single motion he buried himself to the hilt. I wrapped my legs around his waist, matching his thrusts, his balls slapped my ass. Wave after wave of orgasmic delight filled me as we came together.

Bill rolled off of me and plopped on his back. We were both winded, again. The tent swayed on the side of the shear granite face as we snuggled in the small space.

“That was amazing,” Bill said, kissing each of my finger tips. “So, do you trust me now?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“Do I have to climb another mountain to have sex like that?”


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Prompt: Word play. Use these words in your story,Trust, Desire, Commitment and Love. Be creative and make the story sizzle with sensuality.