Page 17 of Aces High

“I know. Isn’t it thrilling?” I press my hips to her ass, rubbing my dick against her so she can feel the evidence of what she does to me. I’d rather we don't have anyone sneak up on us though, no matter how exhilarating the risk is, so I put my arms around her and guide her to rest her chest against the rock. “Now you might see them, but they won’t see us.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll have to be quiet,” I tell her in a low voice as I drop to my knees behind her and pull her leggings down. “You don’t want to attract any attention.” I don’t give any other warning before I start to nibble at her ass cheek. That always makes her squeal, but this time she clamps a hand over her mouth and holds the noises in.

“Do I have to beg?”

“Not today, baby. We have to make this quick.” I unbutton and unzip my pants, roll on a condom and stuff the wrapper in my pocket. She’s already wet- she’s always delightfully wet for me- so I don’t spend as much time as I normally would warming her up before I start to push inside.

This woman’s body is my heaven. I want to spend all my time here during this life and even after death. The muffled sound of her mewling as she adjusts to the size of me is almost enough to get me off. “Jesus Christ,” I hiss, bending over her and forcing her back to arch for me. “I can’t fucking get enough of you.”

“Yeah?”

Oh, she’s playing with me. “You’re going to get in trouble.” My hand cuffs the front of her throat, and I tilt her head up to face the trail we just left. “Keep an eye out for people coming this way.”

She grumbles some kind of agreement, and I slowly increase my pace until I’m slamming into her, forcing cries out of her mouth and through her fingers. She likes to push me until I break, even if she doesn’t know it.

The natural scene around us is bringing a wildness out of me I wouldn’t normally show. I worry about her often. I would never put her at this kind of risk of hurt or embarrassment if I wasn’t feeling so primal. I need her. Now. No matter who or what may be around us.

Using the hand that’s not around her throat, I reach down to her pussy. I press my fingers between her clit and the rock so that every thrust creates more pressure. She moans her appreciation loudly. There’s no blocking the way she sounds when she’s coming, which means we’re about to alert anyone within a certain range, so we need to hurry up and get the fuck out of here.

“Come for me,” I demand in her ear. “Now, baby.”

She puts up a powerful effort to keep herself quiet, but when the climax finally overtakes her, she gives up on trying to muffle her screams and presses her hand against mine, digging her nails into my flesh to urge my fingers faster on her clit. Those screams inflate my ego until it pops, spreading through my body and spilling into the condom as cum.

“Fucking perfect, baby.” I tilt her head back and give her sloppy kisses while we’re still connected. “Aren’t you? Do you know how beautiful you are, baby?”

She nods her head, floating high on the post-orgasm haze-cloud.

“Don’t forget.”

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Brittany

Today, I’m thankful for hippies. That’s who I imagine built this outdoor shower space. It’s strange, but I’m grateful for it. Parts of the ground are made of different sized stones, and the other is made with wooden slats. The walls around us are wood, too. The shower is so small it clearly wasn’t meant for two people, but Jacob insisted on being in here with me.

He’s obsessed with my body, but when I can get his attention away from my ass, he listens to me talk, too. He’s slowly been making me fall in love with him, and myself too. I know everyone says you should love yourself on your own, but I think it’s okay that I needed a little help. Seeing how he worships the body I live in has helped me see it in a more positive light, especially since he makes me speak positive affirmations before he’ll let me come.

I’ve learned to see what he sees. When I look in the mirror, I don’t always hear his voice anymore- sometimes I hear my own, telling me how pretty, sexy, and smart I am.

Jake tilts my head up and kisses me softly. “You’re being quiet, Bubbles. You’re never quiet.”

“I’m just thinking about all the things you’ve done for me. Bringing me to all these places…”

He gathers me closer, cinching his arms around my waist. “We both do things for each other. You’ve done amazing things for me too.”

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