Sierra Nevada (XXX)

14

Hot Spring

I woke up alone and confused sometime later snuggled warm in the sleeping bags in what had become our tent. Where was Avriel? What time was it? Was I just dreaming? Had I dreamt it all, because it seemed so much like something that could only happen in a dream. I started to question my sense of sanity and ability to judge reality, then just like that, a dark haired beautiful man, quite very shirtless stuck the top half of his body in the tent.

"Morning Starshine!"

"Morning?"

"Yeah, the sun is just up. Get dressed, come take a look." He disappeared just as quickly as he appeared. I shook my head to clear it, got dressed and climbed out of the tent expecting to find myself alone. Nope, he was there staring at the eastern horizon. He had pulled his hair up into a loose man bun on the top of his head. It was quite messy a few groups of strands had managed to escape his hands as he pulled it up. They hung down his back. My feet shuffled and he turned to face me. Yup, Still Avriel Kaplan. I felt a little star struck all over again. Then he smiled and reach out a hand to me and I just felt like mush. I stepped to him and took that offered hand. He pulled me to his side and kissed the top of my head.

"Morning." I ventured and reached up to touch one of the gray hairs I had spied in the early morning light. "When'd did you get these?" I don't know how he knew what the hell I was talking about but he knew.

"The grey? Ha I'm almost 30. They've been there a while now. Pretty cool huh?" I just nodded stupidly. He laughed.

"I can't count mine."

"I can't either." He laughed again and kiss my head once more. "I like them. Please don't dye it like most women do. I think grey hair is so cool. It's always earned."

"You're a dork you know."

"I know. Breakfast?" Boy, he didn't waste time did he? The sun was up, full in the horizon. The period of mystery had passed, only just and he was ready to eat. "We'll need extra water today." His smile was so mischievously I didn't know what to do with myself. He was going to be the death of me.

We ate and broke down our camp before 9 am then headed out on the trail to our next campsite. We spoke amicably along the way as much as the terrain would allow. We stopped for water and remarkable pictures from time to time. He let me take a dozen more shots of him, then demanded that I take some selfies with him on both of our phones. He laughed and giggled and was just a ball of joy. I found myself more and more relaxed as the day went on. By the time we reached our campsite he had kissed me more than two dozen times, not that I was keeping track or anything, and attempted to fondle the hell out of me at least twice which always led to a makeout session in the woods. Those mini makeout sessions had me feeling like a teenager again. I was dangerously close to falling head over heels in love with that guy.

Camp was set long before the sun was threatening to. There was a small river nearby that of course had fresh, frigid water running in it. A bit further down Avi found a pool where the water was at least a touch warm. He dipped his elbow in the water and let it sit for a while. Then out of habit, I am sure, he checked the ph of the water with a test strip.

"You can never be too safe when in mountains that were formed the way these were."

"True. What's the verdict?"

"It's a hot spring. It's warm and its ph is balanced enough to get in. I can see the bottom. I'll get a stick to see if its muddy or not. Looks rocky though."

"I love geothermal events." He laughed so damn hard I thought he was going to fall over. When he sobered he retrieved a stick and tested the bottom of the pool. It was rock. His boots came off in a hurry along with the rest of his clothes. I had brought the towels with me so I didn't have to go back to our camp to get them. I just stood there and watched him. He was beautiful to look on. I was surprised. I hadn't seen him naked, not exactly. I just stood and stared and hopefully my pleasure at what I was witnessing was stamped on my face. He got a little self-conscious for a moment and went to cover himself. I caught his hands as I stepped to him.

"Please Don't." I pulled his hands back to his sides. "I want to see you." His eyes didn't leave mine as they wandered over his body. "You're right. You do have long toes. Very cute feet."

"You like my feet?"

"I do." I smiled and stepped closer to him so I could steal the kiss I so desperately wanted. I wrapped my arms around him a best I could. I didn't want him to get cold.

"We have a problem."

"We do?"

"Yes, you are overdressed." I ran my hand over his chest and shoulders and down his arms then back up again. Glancing down it was quite clear what effect that had on him. I smiled up into his eyes.

"You should help fix that." I kissed him slowly pulling his body closer to mine so he could do nothing about it. I let my hands wander all over him as they worshiped his form. I found his face and his beard and played gently with both while our tongues danced. I didn't know what had come over me, but I wanted to play and I didn't want to play fair.

"Every time I try you sto-" To prove his point I kissed him again. My hand was playing with his long neck.

"I know." I crinkled my nose at him and smiled. "Please take your hair down for me." I requested as I was untying my own. He complied and his hair tumbled down to his shoulders then past them. I kissed him again and let his hands slip inside my shirt. He pulled it effortlessly off me and unhooked my bra with a single flick of those dexterous fingers. I could feel my temperature rising as he started to play my little game. He kissed me tenderly then moved me to arm's length so that he could look at my body. My eyes smiled into his. We played a while longer, enjoying the view we afforded each other and the soft and gentle touches we shared. He spread the towels on the ground and sat down.

"Come sit here with me." He crossed his legs beneath him and carefully sat down. I sat in the only space he provided, in front of him. He took my hands in his and smiled. He didn't say a single word as he leaned forward to capture a kiss then pulled me back over him. He held my hips tight and guided me to exactly where we both needed to be. "I want to see your face." He whispered and pulled me closer to him. "When I'm in you." I followed his lead and let him pull me into his lap. He was hard and hot. I was hot and wet. He watched my face as his body slid deep into mine. I instantly lost all sense of anything but him. I felt his hands strong on my ass and he guided me down and then set the rhythm for us. I felt his body swell as he slid himself in and out of mine and I felt his lips locked to mine as we kissed and held each other tight.

I was hot and sweaty and somehow beneath him again. His hair was damp and hanging on either side of my face when I opened my eyes and found his. They were so intense and powerful. His smile was soft and gentle. He was covered in sweat and panting. I was tingling in places I hadn't tingled in a very long while. He whispered my name and stole my lips again. I locked my feet behind his legs and did my best not to claw his back as my hips drove up into his, but it felt so amazing it was impossible not to moan and scream his name. He swallowed every bit of the scream that escaped my lips as the moment caught me and gave back his own when it caught him. We signed and collapsed together spent and exhausted.

The hot spring was warm and refreshing. I had muscles that ached that I had forgotten I had and my insides were pleasantly warm and sticky.

"Do you think it's safe for you?"

"What?"

"This water?" How long had it been? I looked at him.

"I believe so. Why?"

"Good." He smiled and kissed me. "Let me know if this is okay." He turned me around so that my back was to him and I was leaning against the rock edge of the small pool and he was behind me. His lips were on my neck and his hand was between my legs, his fingers working magic within me. I threw my head back and let him do whatever it was that he wanted to do to me before the sun set. His name was on my lips like a referent prayer within a matter of seconds of him pushing into me again.