Part One
The soft pitter patter of rain tapped upon the window panes and the roof of the cabin. It was hardly morning as Mojave stood beside a window observing the droplets fall in a rapid succession. In his hand was a tin mug filled with coffee. Black. Two sugars. A contented sigh escaped his lips as a smile crossed over them while he sipped on the hot coffee. He was only in a pair of jeans and boxers. The rest of his clothes lay scattered upon the floor in the bedroom where he left his partner sleeping. She had appeared too peaceful in her sleep to be disturbed at sunrise. Even though clouds blocked the rise of the sun and the colors it brought it was still nice to be up and awake by the time the sun had risen. Finishing his coffee, Mojave silently padded towards the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast, not only for himself but for the woman sleeping in his bed. A soft humming tune escaped his lips as he quickly prepared a hearty breakfast for himself and his lover. As the bacon sizzled in the platter, he felt a pair of slender arms slide around his body, and a smile found its way to his lips.
“Didn’t think you’d be awake this early Cheyenne.” He grinned as he turned slightly to wrap a muscled arm around the woman. A small giggle left her lips. All she wore was the flannel shirt he had abandoned the night before, but she cuddled into him even if they were standing.
“I got cold. My amazing heater left me.” She mumbled before yawning. With a small laugh, he pressed a kiss to the top of her wavy reddish brown locks, flipping over the bacon, allowing it to cook. He then set down the metal tongs on the counter and pulled Cheyenne close to him in a firm embrace. She, in turn, nuzzled his chest, pressing a soft kiss to one of his toned pectorals.
“This was a great idea. Spending a week in your cabin in the valley of the Grand Canyon. I am so glad I agreed to this.” She commented glancing up to him, her chocolate brown eyes half lidded. The smile upon her lips seemed permanent and Mojave took the time to lean down and press his own against hers in a soft and tender kiss, a smile upon his own lips. Lightly, she nipped at his lower lip before he pulled away.
“Yeah and no younger sister of yours to bother us.” He mentioned, giving her a wink with his hazel green eyes.
“Oh come off it you know Alice means well. She just wants to see me happy.” Cheyenne murmured as she nuzzled his bare chest again. He still smelt of campfire. One of her favorite smells.
“I know she does. Snarky little thing she is. Good thing she’s got that Mitchell fellow to keep her occupied while were away.”
“Please let’s not talk about the fact that your cousin, your hulking man beast of a cousin, might be banging my baby sister.” Cheyenne gave him a bit of a pleading look with her eyes. Mojave just laughed and kissed her once more before turning his attention to the bacon.
“I won’t. Besides you’ll be too distracted by breakfast to be thinking about that.”
After breakfast, Cheyenne was busy washing the cookware and plates that Mojave had dirtied. He, after all, had slaved over a delicious breakfast for her, like he did the past couple mornings, and she would clean up the dishes for him. Today however, as she was drying some of the pans she felt his arms slid around her slender waist, hugging her under her bountiful breasts. She felt his hot breath upon her neck as he pressed soft kisses and nips to her lightly tanned flesh. Setting the pan aside, she tilted her head to the left to allow him more access to her neck. A calloused hand slid up her body, to her neck, stroking the soft flesh tenderly, as his lips moved up her neck to her ear.
“You look so sexy wearing just my shirt.” He whispered before he closed his teeth experimentally on her ear causing her to gasp in pleasure.
“Mojave…” She breathed as she closed her eyes, leaning back against him. The hand at her side slid down, grasping her hip and pulled her flush against him, just so she could feel the growing swell in his jeans. Once again, his lips began kissing her neck as the hand found its way under the shirt. A grin crossed his lips when he found she wore no panties. Tanned digits languidly stroked her forest of curls around her womanhood, before they slid between her muscled thighs finding her entrance to be slicked with her juices.
“Mmmm aroused again are we?” He grinned biting down lightly upon the area where her neck met her shoulder. Writhing, she released a small whimper of desire as his fingers stroked her dripping sex. Ever so slowly he slid a digit inside of her, followed by another and teasingly pumped them in and out of her womanhood. She could feel the heat from his arousal pressing against her buttocks as if it were straining to be released from its confines.
“Oh…Mojave…” She moaned but before she knew it, she found herself turned around facing him, his fingers still pumping in and out of her sex. Lips met his as she kissed him feverishly, like she could never get enough of him. His love, his presence, his being his touch, they were like a drug, keeping her on a continuous high. Without him, life would not be complete for her. A tanned hand grasped her breast roughly, as lips descended down her neck, then back up to her ear.
“Let’s take this to the bed.” He purred into her ear as he removed his fingers from her dripping sex. A small whimper left her lips at the loss of touch, but before Cheyenne could protest his lips connected with hers as he picked her up, his large hands clasped under her rounded buttocks, her legs dangling at his sides. Her arms circled around his neck as she began to kiss and suck upon his flesh greedily and enjoyed the small low groans that came from his throat. Within minutes, he had deposited her upon their king sized bed and no sooner had he done that than his lips and hands were already working their magic upon her tanned and supple flesh. Cheyenne tilted her head back, her lips parting as she gasped in ecstasy when his tongue licked the hollow of her throat and up to the shell of ear. At the same time, his fingers were working their way down her torso as he unbuttoned the flannel shirt she was wearing. Opening it, he exposed her rounded breasts and immediately tilted his head down to kiss and suckle upon one while his hand squeezed, pinched, and plucked at the other. Such moist lips suckled on certain areas of one of her glorious soft orbs before enclosing around the nipple, gently taking it in his teeth. A small hiss of pleasure came from her as she arched her back into his mouth. Flicking the nub of flesh with the tip of his tongue his hand found its way once again between her legs into her moist wet valley, stroking her folds lightly before his thumb pressed against the sensitive nerve bundle, massaging it gently. As a result her thighs spread apart for him as she whimpered in need.
“Oh love…please, don’t stop…” She panted.
He grinned against her breast as he trailed soft feather like kisses down her chest and belly to the soft curls around her sex. Pausing a moment he grinned his dark eyes flickering up to her taking in the sight of her expression and how it begged him for more. He then covered her sex with his mouth, licking up her wet folds before nipping at her clitoris. She cried out in pleasure as his lips pressed against her core, his tongue poking deep into her wet womanhood, teasing her. Licking up her folds, the tip of his tongue lightly flicked against the small sensitive nub of flesh repeatedly before puckering his lips around it, sucking lightly. Cheyenne writhed beneath him whimpering, moaning in pleasure. Slender fingers curled into his thick hair and into the sheets upon the bed. She worried her lower lip between her teeth breathing hard through her nose. She could feel her release, her peak coming close. Mojave knew the spots to poke, the buttons to push to get her to writhe and plead for more. He knew what places to kiss the areas to nip, bite, suck, and lick and just how to bring her to release. His hot mouth on her sex worked its magic, bring her closer and closer to release but being the devious lover that he was, Mojave pulled away from her cave of wonders and kissed up her body. A loud whine accompanied the lack of attention on her nether regions.
“Mojave…” she whined but he pressed a finger to her lips before capturing them with his own.
“Hush. You’ll get your release.”
With that statement he quickly stripped himself of his jeans and boxers and placed himself between her legs stroking her wet folds with his throbbing muscle, calloused hands teasingly stroking her thighs. Looming over her his lips pressed against her neck as he kissed and nipped at her flesh, still stroking her slick folds with his penis. Arms circled around his neck as she guided him to kiss her. Groaning he kissed her forcing his tongue past her lips and she in turn greedily sucked upon the muscle invading her mouth. He drew away slightly one hand cupping her cheek and a smile upon his lips. His thumb stroked her flushed cheek slightly.
“I love you.” He whispered before drawing his hops back and plunging his stiff member into her tight moist cave. At this she hugged onto him with her arms and legs groaning in pleasure. His pace began slowly as he pumped into her his lips once again lavishing attention to her neck. One hand gripped her butt the other planted beside her head to stabilizing himself.
“Ah gods Mojave…” She groaned arching into him as he started to quicken his pace. He grunted a bit increasing his pace slightly. Her sex felt so warm so tight and wet around his engorged flesh as he penetrated her. Her breathing, her whimpers turned him on. Fingernails dug into his back then dragged down his flesh, leaving red welts on his back. She was close. Mojave could sense it. One hand tangled itself into his hair the other gripping onto his shoulder. He enclosed his lips on the spot where her neck met her shoulder and sucked hard as if he was a vampire, drinking blood from its victim. At the action Cheyenne cried out, clinging to him with her entire body as her muscles tightened around his cock.
“Ah! Gods! Mojave!” She bellowed as she hit her orgasm.
The tightened muscles, her name cried out on his lips, a few more thrusts and he buried himself inside of her groaning her name low in his throat as her removed his lips from her neck. Breathing hard he withdrew from his lover, rolling onto his side his arm around her torso. Her breathing was just as labored as she curled into him smiling. His arms wrapped around her cradling her close to his chest, fingers idly stroking her reddish brown locks. He pressed a kiss to her head as she pressed one to his firm muscled chest. A toned leg slid around him slightly, as if hinting for more but he smiled nuzzling her head.
“I love you Cheyenne.” He whispered.
“I love you too Mojave.” She replied, her brown eyes locking with his. His fingers stroked her hair lightly.
“What do you say we don’t come out of this bedroom for the rest of the day eh?” He suggested with a devious grin. Her expression matched his as she pressed a kiss to his bearded cheek.
“I think I can agree to that my love.” She replied before sliding on top of him rubbing her sex against his half hard organ.
It didn’t take long for the two to start the ritual of lovemaking once more.
oh my effing lawdy!!! sizziling!!! fantastic! love it.
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