Sierra Nevada (XXX)

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Perfect

His angle was perfect, his hands perfect, his rhythm and speed perfect. He placed his hands gently on my hips and pulled me back to him. He made sure that my hands were in front of me, protecting my skin. I could feel his breath on my neck, hear his voice, my name on his lips, in my ear. He slid his hands up my sides, around my hips across, my belly, over my breasts, and everywhere before he placed them on the lip of the pool beside mine. He was working himself deep into me, his knees between mine. I could feel him everywhere, he was everywhere. He was giving me all that he could of himself, everything except the one thing I needed more than anything.

He pulled me tight, thrust once deep and withdrew. He used my buoyancy to turn me to face him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and my lips around his. He gave me what I needed. I lost control of any sensibility that was left to me. He followed me right into chaos. His hands locked tight on my hips as he drove up and into me. His tongue dove into my mouth.

We were both hopelessly lost in the glorious feeling of our bodies locked together, slipping and sliding. He froze and just kissed me slowly, deeply, passionately before he started moving in me again. The first wave hit me the first time he timed his dives into me perfectly, I rode that wave, lost in bliss, until the second wave hit when he found his. It was absolute perfection. I collapsed into him and let my body relax around and against his.

My legs were too weak to move, even in the water, but I really needed to put my feet down. He whispered gently and put his forehead against mine then kissed my nose.

"Girl, you will be the death of me yet."

"Listen to who's talking."

His giggle made all of him wiggle and it just about blew my mind. Every muscle in my body responded in kind. His eyes went wide.

"Can you do that, down there, to me again?" I watched his eyes close as I contracted my pelvic floor and squeezed him. I thought he was going to pass out, or I was because the result was breathtaking.

Again, I lost track of the world around me and all sense of anything other than his body in and against mine was lost. Our names became litanies spoken by the other's lips, the world spun out of focus, my senses were overwhelmed and useless. How?

The sun was nearly touching the horizon when exhaustion took us both and forced our bodies apart. He kissed me gently and disengaged. I didn't want to move, so I didn't. He smiled a very satisfied and lazy smile at me. He was winning and I didn't know what to do about it. I loved him before I ever truly met him, I was falling deeper with each word he uttered.

It was impossible for me to not care about others, especially if they mattered to me at all. He mattered. But to love a stranger, that was weird to me yet I found that I did. Watching his tears fall in the video in which he announced he'd be leaving PTX tore me apart. It took me over a month to actually watch it, then I felt like I cried for a month. It broke me to see all that pain in his eyes, to look back at all the times his smile never quite reached his eyes. To see the distance he put between him and the other's, it just hurt. And that is when I knew I loved him.

Looking at him, standing there in a crystal clear natural hot spring, in front of me, in the middle of nowhere, naked and vulnerable after having just made love to him, left me more than speechless. I felt vulnerable and frightened, yet loved and full again, whole, happy and very satisfied. It was such an odd group of feelings.