Sierra Nevada (XXX)

26

Three Little Words

He kissed me senseless. I honestly couldn't think as his lips gently caressed my soul. He kept his hands, soft and warm, one on my back the other on my face. He was making good on making love to me as he had described. I want to climb into him. I was coming undone at all my seems. I could feel the tears form, drawn out by powerful emotion as he kissed me so tenderly. I fell even further into him and his remarkable tender ways. It all felt so good.

"The dominant male is always on top of the female," he broke the kiss again to speak softly and resumed again once he was done. He gave me one simple pass of his lips over mine between his words. God, was he ever going to shut up and finish what he started? "He is never submissive even to the one he loves. He loves her." I was swooning. My head felt light, my butterflies wouldn't settle down. I could feel myself dripping on him. He hissed. "I was wrong earlier. On the trail. You were right. There was no emotion in what I did. None. Not even anger. I'm sorry. I will never do that again. Never! I promise." I was listening, he chose the perfect time to tell me he was sorry, that he was wrong and I was right. That he did just as I said he had, and fucked me. I didn't understand that. I got the feeling he didn't understand it either. I bit him quietly. His hands remained tender and kind. "I want to submit to you. But. Let's keep this slow. Let me show you how I love you." I could feel his smile against my lips as he smoothly let go of the kiss. "Like this." My world exploded as he slipped just the tip of his body in mine. Finally spreading me open in preparation for the rest of him. "Oh, God." He muttered. He had shifted his hands to my hips and he held them fast. "Stay in control. Just the head," he whispered with a heavy breath as he moved his body out of my body then slowly back in, again just the head. "Just feel. Focus and feel our bodies combine."

My head was reeling my body was about to explode. He had overloaded my senses, I was over-sensitive and primed for orgasm before he ever touched me. I had no idea how he did it and no idea how I was supposed to do what he was asking me. I just wanted all of him, all that I could take, as deep, hard, and fast in me as he could put it. He withheld that from me, forced me to focus on the smooth feel of his body as it entered and exited mine. His patience amazed me. "A little more," He hissed, still restraining me, "Control, breathe. You got to breathe." I was so ready to just let go. I wanted to see his eyes. I needed to see them. He kissed me again slowly, tenderly and I breathed into him. He smiled and worked with what he gave me. I forced myself to focus, to feel. I had never in all my life slowed down long enough to just feel a man's body while it was moving inside me. I missed a lot. "Just halfway," He breathed heavily. He moaned softly into my mouth and swallowed my moans with his. He rolled his hips slowly up gently with a tenderness I didn't know a man could possess. I could feel every bit of him filling me. I could feel him as he swelled and pulsed. I could feel myself tightening around him as he moved. "Okay." He gave me everything, again with slow and tender intention. He was struggling and fighting himself for the control he was asking of me. His breath was hot and heavy on my ear. I heard every slow sound he made, every squeak and soft grunt. He moved a hand to my back, trapping my body against his. "I love you." He whispered. "Oh, God. I can feel you. You are so close." He panted in my ear. "Slow, all the way through, just slow. I know. I know." He whispered as I tried to pick up the pace. His words slowed my hips. "Rock with me. Slow and steady. Roll." His hands were on my face his lips were on my trembling lips. He whispered against them. "I know. I know." My tears were falling all over his face. I felt like my entire existence was being touched, ripped apart and put back together again. I put my hands on his cheeks and felt his tears hot on my hands. He felt it too. He said nothing more as the early morning exploded in a blinding light. We rolled slowly until we were both exhausted, spent, and emotionally drained. He curled me close in his arms and gently dried my tears.

I had lost all track of time, all sense of anything or anyone other than Avi and his love. My world was spinning rapidly out of control, it was terrifying and beautiful. I wasn't alone and I knew it. My guide clung tightly to me refusing to let go. He wiped my tears as I wiped his and reminded me to just breathe.

Outside, the sun had broken the horizon. Its light was diffused through the layers of the tent. I could finally see his eyes. He didn't pull them from me or even attempt to hide his emotion. He smiled softly, unashamed and vulnerable, with the warm light of honest love in his gorgeous eyes. I didn't hesitate. There was no need to. "I love you." His eyes lit and his smile shone. He kissed me deeply and nodded.

"I love you."

I laid my head down on his chest and got lost in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. My eyes closed and I drifted into a warm dreamless slumber. "What time do we have to leave?" I woke dazed and confused. I could still feel him, hot, full and smooth inside me. Was he still in me? I heard a soft sweet chuckle emanate from the man that still lay below me. "I thought so too, when I woke up. I was so confused. No, I'm not still there, but I could still feel you around me when I first woke."

"What time is it?"

"We slept in. It's almost eleven." There was an unmistakable difference in his voice. He sounded, happier. "How are we getting out of here anyhow?"

We talked about the mundane activity of getting to our respective homes and him preparing for tour while tucked away in each other's arms. Our conversation eventually rolled around to that early morning adventure we went on.

"I don't recall you ever talking so much. Is that what you were thinking about" I asked while still laying on him.

He shifted us to our sides gently. "I need to breathe, not that I want to move or you are even heavy. It's light out. I can see you now." I watched him smile a very contented smile and return it with one of mine. "No, I suppose I haven't talked much during. It's not easy to talk when you can't think."

"You were talking, about, primates, monkeys."

"Animals in general. They can't love like humans do. Even if they are capable of deep thought or thought beyond survival, they can't do what we can. They just can't. Everything about the human body was done by design." He kissed me so gently. I lost myself in him again. The slow steady and gentle kiss pulled up memories that were just a few hours old. I responded to the kiss much the same way that he did. We pulled each other closer, pulling our bodies so close together that not even air could fit between us. He slowly let go of the kiss. "The way we work is amazing. The memories, our response to them. It's all by design."

"You're not going to start that again are you?" I asked playfully, "Not that I am complaining, but we'll never leave and it is going to get hot in here real quick." He laughed heartily.

"I had better not. That was otherworldly. I don't know that we will ever be able to top that, but I am not opposed to trying a little later, maybe. We should get going."

We dressed, made out for a little while and finally crawled out of the tent well after noon. We grabbed a bite and broke down our camp and headed to the trailhead ranger station where my rental car waited.