Marius' lips were warm and soft and delicious. He tasted like the earth, like life, and I drank in his breath as he moaned into my mouth. Our tongues massaged each other in a passionate dance as his arms snaked around my back, leaving gooseflesh in their wake.
He pulled me to him, and I wound my fingers around the back of his neck, straddling him in a tight embrace. It was like we were magnetized, our bodies crushed together by a force beyond recognition.
His arms seemed to concompass my whole back, his essence wrapping my entire body up in a cocoon of heat. I clutched at him, holding on as if I would slip away, and I never wanted to slip away, never wanted to leave his lips, stay connected forever.
We breathed in asynchronicity, taking turns absorbing each other as we kissed. It felt like hours, years, but also a millisecond, a speck of dust in a limitless universe.
When he started to travel down my jawline, I whimpered at the loss of him in my swollen mouth. He reached up and took a fistful of my hair, tugging my head back to expose my throat, and a deep moan leapt from me. He growled against the hollow of my neck as he kissed there, and I squirmed against his lap, drowning in his utter maleness.
The arm that was around my waist immobilized me with impossible strength as Marius continued to work at my throat, sucking and nipping and licking. I thought I might actually die from being so turned on, I needed friction so badly and his tongue was hitting every sensitive part of my skin.
I wanted to beg, plead with him to let me move, let me just take control. But being so utterly helpless to him was so hot. The torture of having to take his teasing was delightful even in my frustration.
A very small voice in the back of my head was telling me to be careful, careful with this man I'd just met who was now groping me on the edge of a cliff.
Oh, fuck, the cliff. I froze when I realized that if I leaned back I would fall to my death. A vision of my broken body sandwiched between the two mangled lovers flashed before my eyes.
Marius let go of my hair instantly, blue eyes soft and concerned as he pulled back to study my face.
"Is this okay, love?" He asked quietly, without a hint of accusation in his voice. I almost laughed when it dawned on me that he thought I'd clammed up because of what we were doing. In truth, I was perfectly okay with what we were doing, just not exactly where we were doing it.
"Oh, god, very okay," I assured him, blushing at the breathiness of my voice. "I just... I just remembered we're on the side of a cliff. Made me a little nervous, you know, what if in the heat of the moment..." My mouth clicked shut on my rambling, and he chuckled, relief twinkling in his gaze.
"I won't let you fall," Marius said, tightening his arm around my back once again, and my pussy clenched as his hard length crushed against it through our clothes. Our clothes that felt far too restrictive for this moment. "But we can move, if the lady wishes." His smile was devious and gentlemanly all at the same time and I almost wanted to slap him for being so damned attractive.
I hesitated to answer, as I felt there had been an unspoken question between his words. That cliched 'do you trust me?' that the hero always asks the heroine far too early in the story, when she really has no business trusting him yet.
It had always made me scoff, roll my eyes, laugh, feel like I knew better. But here I was, in my own precarious moment, wrapped around a man I barely knew, impossibly horny and entertaining the idea of fucking on the edge of a mountain because the danger was exciting.
Because, in essence, yes, I trusted him not to drop me.
I didn't want to think about how fucked up that was. Our twenties are supposed to be for reckless behaviour, no? Isn't that what life is all about? Making stupid decisions, for the sake of-
Marius cut off my mental diatribe by ever so gently kissing my collarbone, and my eyelids fluttered shut. His hands splayed across my upper back as if offering my body up to his mouth and I arched my spine to give him access.
He raked his teeth across the swell of my breast and I gasped as he took the upper lace of my tank top and ever so slowly dragged it down. He nuzzled my skin as he went, and I threaded my fingers through the soft hair on the back of his head. I rocked my hips against him once, but he quickly put a stop to that by clamping one of his arms around my lower back and holding me still once again.
How was he so strong? I felt so small, so helpless, yet so precious, like a treasure to be savoured. When the fabric of my tank bunched up against my insanely hard nipple I whined. His teeth grazed the nub as he freed my breast from its prison, and my whine turned into a throaty moan as I arched back even further. He breathed on my nipple and I clenched my fingers in his hair, willing him to suckle, devour, god, I wanted him to fuck me so badly.
Marius' breath washed over my chest like a hot shower, and my nipple felt like it would implode without stimulation. He finally leaned down, taking my breast into his soft warm mouth, sucked hard, and I almost came right there. His tongue swirled the nub with excruciating slowness, and it felt like he was caressing every nerve ending in my body. I wanted to writhe and squirm and I pulled his hair, eliciting a growl against my nipple that I felt reverberate along my skin.
He bit down and I shrieked, clit pulsing, wetter than I'd ever been in my life.
"Marius, oh god, please, oh, please..." The words fell out of my mouth like an avalanche of need, and I didn't know what I was begging him for, I just needed.
He toyed with the bottom lace of my tank top, running a finger across the skin of my lower back, leaving fire in its wake. I took advantage of the little bit of mobility to gyrate against his rock hard bulge again, marveling at the size of it. How was he not going crazy too? That thing must have been so painful. Why couldn't he just sink into me? It would be so perfect.
"Insatiable little lioness," he said, the strained husk in his voice telling me that he was, in fact, going just as nuts as me.
"You're killing me," I blurted, and he chuckled against my breast, running his tongue lazily across the top. The cool night air tickled my wet nipple and I keened, grinding against him once more. I wanted to strangle him for laughing at me, but the fact that he was delighting in his slow torture of my libido while simultaneously fighting his own made me flush with pride.
He leaned back and ran his hands up my sides, taking my tank with him, and I dutifully put my arms up to allow him to remove it. I reached for him but he grasped my biceps, holding my arms at my sides as he stared at me in the moonlight. I was suddenly very aware of my nakedness, despite having wanted it so badly a second before, and blushed at his scrutiny.
"You're beautiful," Marius said, voice almost a whisper. I saw raw heat in his deep eyes, and as quickly as the embarrassment had come, it evaporated, leaving me feeling like a goddess worthy of praise. Confidence rolled off of me, and I grasped the hem of his button down shirt, pulling open the bottom as far as my limited arm movements would allow.
He let go of me, leaning back on his hands, giving me free access to disrobe him. Part of me wanted to rip open his pants and dive onto his cock, but I understood that this freedom given to me was for the purpose of unbuttoning his shirt. I graciously heeded this, popping each button slowly without breaking his gaze.
When I reached the top, I fisted each side of his collar, using it to pull him back up towards me. He claimed my lips with fervor as I pushed the thin fabric from his shoulders and he shrugged out of the garment. My fingers ran up his chiseled chest, feeling every ridge of taut muscle, every soft hair.
His nails danced up my spine, tickling, and I shivered. I pushed gently on his chest so he would lay back, but he grasped my wrists and pulled them behind me. He held them low, locking my elbows straight, and eased me up into my knees, running his tongue down my chest. I whimpered at the loss of contact between our laps, the heaven of his mouth traveling between my breasts, lifting me by my captive hands for access to my stomach.
He kissed along the softness of my belly, and I squirmed a little, feeling deliciously exposed with my nipples pointing up to the night sky. My thin cotton sleep pants felt like a suit of armor and I wanted them gone, to feel the mountain air against my core. For us just to be skin against skin, two bodies entwined with heat and bound by need.
Marius nipped at my pelvic bone, drawing in my skin and sucking hard, causing a gasp to tear its way out of my throat. My hair cascaded down my back, wisping against my shoulder blades as I gyrated, desperately searching for friction. I clenched my thighs, wishing I could at least rub my legs together, but straddling his hips limited that greatly.
He bit down on my skin and then released it, tenderly kissing my now bruised flesh. His strong hands were hot shackles around my arms and I shuddered.
"Marius," I moaned, again not knowing what to actually ask for. The anticipation was maddening.
He let go of my wrists to slip his fingers under the waistband of my pants, shimmying them ever so slightly down. I reached forward to thread my fingers in his hair again, but he growled and took my hands, sliding them back around behind me.
"Be a good girl, love," he said with a playful firmness, and I whimpered but obeyed. I was amazed at my self control, but his command had set aflame a part of me that I didn't know existed.
I clasped my hands together behind me, white knuckle tight to keep them there as he inched my pants down. He lavished my lower stomach with languid kisses, and I stifled the urge to squirm as best I could.
When the light fabric slipped down over my bare ass I squeaked at the rush of cool air on my exposed pussy, near collapsing onto him in wanting. He ran a finger down my slick curls and I bucked my hips forward involuntarily.
I imagined what I must have looked like in that moment, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape, kneeling naked except for the yoga pants stretched around my thighs.
Marius cupped my ass in one hand and eased me to the side, gently pushing my pants down one leg. I leaned as directed, dutifully keeping my hands behind my back, excitement bubbling in my belly like a storm. I glanced down at him as he leaned me to the other side, and the ethereal glow on his flawless face stole my breath.
After my pants were laid aside, he ran his free hand up my calf to my inner thigh. In a swift motion, he flipped me around and my head landed on his shoulder. I let out a shaky breath at the sight of the depth below us, my legs bent to avoid my feet being over the edge of the cliff. My hands had come undone in the switch, and I circled them behind us around his back.
He hooked my legs over his and spread them, presenting my core to the moonlit forest. I could feel his erection against my ass and I couldn't help but grind against it. His hands splayed across my stomach, and then moved in opposite directions.
One reached up to cup my breast, tweaking my nipple. I tried to clench my thighs shut but he held them open with his own, spreading them even wider. His other hand traveled lower, parting my curls to disrobe my clit.
I let out an anticipatory moan, my pussy aching to be touched, stroked, filled.
When his calloused finger pressed the sensitive flesh I almost screamed with relief at the contact, almost came right then, the feel of him exquisite before he even started moving.
But then he did start moving, and time seemed to stop. His fingers danced and swirled over my nub in a pattern impossible to identify, and my body was locked in stasis, focused only on the frolicking digits between my legs.
An orgasm was building quickly, nerves starting to fire rapidly all over me, a feeling of tightness and pressure starting to take hold of my lower torso. I dug my nails into his back, no longer in control of my limbs or the mewls dripping from my mouth between nonsensical panted words.
His upper hand snaked up to rest on my throat, not squeezing, just holding, possessive, like a collar. He bit my shoulder, increasing the speed of his fingers, and that was enough to rock my entire being into climax. I went momentarily blind with the force of it, my clit tightening in glorious euphoria, the world ceasing to exist at the pleasure exploding inside of me.
Still, his fingers danced, and I screamed something, maybe his name, and I clawed at his skin so deep I might have drawn blood, and he groaned in my ear and it was like eternity in a moment as if the mountain itself were crying out with me-
and then I went limp, body so liquid I couldn't even twitch with aftershocks, arms dropping to the grass. Marius picked them up and embraced me tenderly, his fingers intertwined with mine. He kissed my neck ever so lightly and I couldn't help but giggle, my voice shriller than I expected.
He chuckled in response, breath tickling the nape of my neck and I rolled my face into the hollow of his throat, forcing his chin to rest on the top of my head.
"Did you enjoy yourself, love?" He asked, and I was surprised to find no smugness in his tone.
"Mmmhmm," I murmured. I wanted to say something witty, something sexy, cool, anything. Instead I sighed, "are you going to fuck me now?"