The Mountain [mf] {Part 3/3)

Onwards she marched, resolute and disciplined. She carved a path through the snow, ice axe at the ready incase she came of some unknown hidden danger. She would succeed no matter what, whether or not Alex would be there with her, he should have understood, this was much too important for her, a lifelong dream on the cusp of accomplishement. She thought of Alex, try as she might to clear her mind of those negative thoughts they always came back, yes he was handsome and loved to climb as well as her but…There was always a but. She felt that they had gone stale already, too comfortable. There was no surprise anymore yet she could not deny she still loved him despite. She still felt this trip would mark their end as a couple. And then there was Daniel. He’d thrown a spanner in the works. Their past together had come back to her as they reconnected on the trek, all those memories. Her old crush was becoming her crush… What had this mountain done to her. His grinning face bloomed in her mind and she smirked to herself. As quick as the image crossed her mind she fought it away, waving her arms to dispel the brown haired boy, feeling guilty. Even so her cheeks betrayed her, burning red and not simply because of the cold.

Her thoughts of Daniel made her instinctively turn to check on him. She could see nothing but the heavily falling snow. Perhaps he’d fallen just a little bit behind so she paused a moment, a spark of worry flashing within her. No form materialised before her. Her concern grew. She turned heel and began retracing her steps hoping to see his silhouette. Nothing. Something had happened to Daniel, she had to find him and quick. Worry flooded her body and her mind raced with the possibilities, exhaustion, injury, frostbite , unconsciousness, hypoxia…death. She heaved her legs through the snow moving as fast as she dared. Her eyes attempted to pierce the flurry for any sign at all but everything was simply white. Adrenaline kicked in, coursing through her bloodstream.

For minutes she walked with no sign and hope faltered within her. Tears welled in her eyes. She moved faster and faster. Her foot struck something beneath the snow and she fell. Picking her self up she gasped at what she saw. He was layed on the ground in a ball quivering rapidly, an unhealthy blue complexion to his face. A light dusting of snow had concealed him from her. “Dan!! Oh my god Dan, oh my god hold on tight okay! I’ll sort you out don’t worry, please don’t die on me, I’m here now, Holy mother…” She removed her pack and began clearing the snow. Quick as she could she set her tent and pushed him inside with all of her might. “You fucking lump Daniel help me out here!” she yelled to the unconscious body. Closing the tent she turned on her electric lantern and strung it to the ceiling. She pulled off his jacket and found his clothes sodden wet and cold, “You idiot Daniel!” she cut them off him with a pair of scissors and chucked them in the corner. Stark before her, she dried him with her travel towel as best she could and then wrapped him in an emergency foil blanket. Not good enough she thought his skin was too cold. She undressed herself too, yanking her arms out of her sleeves and peeled off her thermals. Her bra fell as did her thong. She shivered kneeling in the cramped tent. She pulled out both sleeping bags and roughly yanked them up Daniels barely breathing body before crawling into them herself. She lay ontop of him and wrapped the safety blanket around them as best she could. She held him tight as she desperately hoped her body heat would quickly transfer to him. Tears falling down her cheeks onto his neck.

Daniel became dimly aware of a warmth filling his body. His mind swam and struggled. What happened… He groaned, a dull pain blossomed in his brain. He couldn’t yet move his body and a weight pressed on him. Am I dead? He remembered the Mountain, the endless flurries of white. Am I buried in snow? His heart beat sped up as he began to panic. He could see the surface and he made a frantic effort to gain wakefulness. He jolted awake breathing hard and fast. His body tensed and flinched. He opened his eyes but was blinded by a light. He winced and moved his arms but felt trapped. He gripped something soft. It was only then that he heard the voice, calm and soothing. “Shh.. It’s okay Daniel… Shh…”

“Claire?” His eyes adjusted and the fog cleared. Two chips of clear summer sky looked into his eyes wide and intently, they blinked and creased at the sides smiling at him. Pink freckles on the bridge of her nose. “You’re safe now” her voice was was like nectar. “You gave me such a fright you doofus…” Her dark hair fell about the sides of his face and framed her pretty features in his vision. “Am I dreaming?” he asked, enchanted. She let out a small laugh, like water to a man lost in a desert. “No you are not dreaming.” A rosy blush spread to her cheeks and her eyes played to the side embarrassed. “In fact, you are currently gripping my butt seemingly for dear life…” He sensed again the softness filling his hands. He immediately threw his arms to the side. “Claire I’m so sorry!” it was his turn for his cheeks to redden. “I-I didn’-”

   “Hey hey hey don’t worry I won’t hold it against you” she laughed.

   “Please don’t… What happened to me? Last I saw was yo-” he caught himself in time but he felt his his blood move involuntarily down. “As a matter of fact I think all I remember was everything being white…” Claire thought about how worried she’d been for him, her heart fluttered in her chest. “Well you fell unconscious in the snow, from exhaustion and cold I reckon. I did all I could to try and bring you back…” her voice tightened and her eyes closed as she looked down, more tears welled “I thought you were a goner” Her voice brightened though and she smiled eyes sparkling. “But your okay now”. She buried her face in his neck and hugged him tightly. His heart beat wildly and he brought his arms to her back. “I owe you my life Claire… Thank you so much.”

A minute passed in their embrace, eyes shut. A blizzard raged outside of the tent. Daniel rubbed her back comfortingly, her skin was so smooth. Suddenly he stopped. “Claire… You’re topless?” she tensed, face still hidden. He heard her muffled voice, embarrassed. “Yes…” Overtaken by a sudden thoughtless curiosity he lowered his hand down her back, to her hip and then to thigh. His voice almost caught in his throat. “And pant less?” No reaction for a moment until she nodded lightly. “Oh. ” She lifted her head and looked at him awkwardly “You’re probably starving and dying of thirst, let me ju-” she made to crawl out, pushing herself onto her hands and bringing her knees forward but she stopped. She sat frozen on his lower stomach hands on the floor either side of his chest, her already rosy cheeks turned deep flushed crimson, somehow her freckles turned burgundy. Her eyes widened. Daniel was redder than she was. They were both still as statues, Claire looked straight ahead, lips tight together. Daniel wore a face of pitiful apology. His body had betrayed him, pressing against her, between her legs. “Clai-” she silenced him with her hand. In her mind his tongue lapped at her. She closed her eyes, head cast down and finger against his lips. She tried to compose herself. It throbbed against her cheeks. How big… She steeled herself again breathing out long and steady. Daniel thought he sensed the cracking of their friendship though he couldn’t see her face. Claire was casting out thoughts of infidelity. Unsuccessfuly. She grit her teeth. “No…” Her rump pushed back and lifted. Dragging up. She’d seen him indecently before but… was he really so… Big… She resolved to move and began inching away crawling forwards. Hands tentatively ran up her thighs. His hands. She lifted her head and looked into his dark eyes, a look of lust and love in his gaze at her. She quivered to behold him. Stopped moving. His hands steadily rose, they slowed reaching her hips and then flowed up her fine waist. They felt her ribs and then…brushed her gently hanging breasts. They wondered to her shoulders, slid over her neck and then gently held the sides of her face. They brought her closer to his until she placed her elbows either side of his head. This time he felt her soft globes press into his chest. Their noses touched. His length throbbed. Both their breath came ragged and deep. She stared into his eyes. Her hips rocked ever so slightly. Their lips tantalising close. She stopped. She closed her eyes resting her fore head against his. “I can’t…” She trembled, torn. “It’s okay” he whispered to her soothingly “We won’t do anything you don’t want to.” He cracked her defences almost to breaking. “Dan…” She hesitated and then laughed short and bittersweet. “You’ve no idea how much I want you” Her voice ended with husky tones. “I’ve been plagued by thoughts of you. Even back at the shack… you…” her voice trailed off. “I love you Eclaire.” Her eyes locked on his, her mouth agape. A bubbling warmth filled her body and she curled herself in so her fore head rested on his chest. “Eclaire?” she let out a laugh as though the chains were thrown off her back and she leaned forward and kissed Daniel full on the lips. It was electric. “I love you too you doofus.” The feel of her lips was divine, soft and plump, they kissed with vigour, a couple apart for far too long. Sparks flew and each saw red as they ran hands and fingers a long each other. Hers ruffled his hair and his wrapped around her back, waist and then butt cheeks. She ground her crotch against him. “You know.” She dived for another kiss “that day at the pool?” Daniel gripped her gyrating waist.

“Uhun.”

“I saw your cock” She bit his lip.

“And wanted it ever since.”

“Well” he kissed her neck making her hum, “you gave me the best mental blowjob I’ve ever had that day”

“Oh yeah?” She reached beneath her with one hand the other on his chest.

“I came in your throat actually…”

She grabbed his thick length and stroked it deftly.

“Did it feel good?”

“So good…”

“Maybe we’ll make it come true.” she smiled ruefully at him.

“I’m already in heaven.” He groaned.

“Not yet.” The sweat dripped off their bodies as Claire unzipped the sleeping bag to give her room to manoeuvre. She then held the engorged head to her womanhood and edged back straining a little against the girth “God…I’m not su-” His head slipped in to her sopping wet hole and they both made unintelligible noises, hers high and his low. She pushed back against him both hands on his chest and she accommodated more of him inside her. She withdrew and then sank lower on his shaft. Again she movedoff and then finally she pushes and inch after inch sinks inside of her until his member disappears completely. So full. She grinds his length the hot warm flesh wrapping around, enveloping him. Her beautiful perky breasts hang in front of him, swaying invitingly, and he grabs them, pressing his fingers into them sucking her nipple into his mouth. She rides him her hair falling into a curling mess strands stuck to her face, eyes closed and lips apart. She quivers atop him still grinding. “Yeeeeessss… ” She slid off his cock and motioned for a swap, Daniel grabs her by the waist and they roll over. Her long supine legs part for him as she looks at him wantonly. His shaft rubbed against her lips, blue eyes hungered. She pulled him close to her bodies pressing and grinding. She whispered into his ear. “Sink that fucking cock… inside me” With no need for further encouragement he leant into her, and sunk deep. Her legs wrapped around his back, he gripped the back of her hair and her shoulder and drove further. “Fuuuuck..” She gasped in ecstacy. “Fuck me Dan!” He plumbs her depths with his thick shaft to the sound of high pitch moans and wet slaps as she gushed arousal. “Claire… You feel so fucking good…” Every so often she breathed hard and fast and suddenly tensed cock buried inside her. She matched his movements moving her hips in time with his  “Danieeeeeel” She gripped his ass and her nails scraped into his back from his shoulders leaving angry red streaks. He pulled out from her dripping wet hole and they breathed hard and heavy. “God I’m going to come soon Claire.” She smiled at him cheeks flushed and gleaming with sweat, hair a wild mess strands stuck to her face, hands stroking his abdomen and then chest. “I think you deserve it.” She said between breaths as her lungs attempted to reinvigorate her muscles and cool her down in the brief respite. “Fuck me how you want Dan, I want you to feel good” She stroked his face. He gulped. “You already feel incredible” Gently he pushed his head inside. “I love you.” he thrust softly, retracting slowly. “I love you too.” She moaned as continued to slide half his length in and out of her ever so calmly. He tested her like this for a while until she begged him. “Daniel I need you… All of you!” He pushed halfway, shaft slick, and then sunk his remaining length inside her and stayed there. She sighed in pleasure wiggling her hips. “Want to try from behind?” A glint in her eye. He nods. She unwraps her legs from him and he slides out his length. Beneath him she rolls onto her front lying down and flicks her hair away to look back at him coyly. He gazes at her long neck, her freckled shoulders, down the soft ridge of her spine to her slender waist until her hips widen. Two dimple prelude her plump thick cheeks rising bubbly and shimmering, so round and fleshy. They joined to her legs with a curved crease. Flattened herself on the ground but raised her hips exposing her her red rosy lips visibly dripping with arousal. “Your ass is perfect” He grabbed those cheeks and gave a spank leaving a red imprint. She yelped. “And your just going to look at it?” He spread her cheeks he slid into her, so much tighter than before some how. “Fuck I’m going cum Claire.”

“Cum for me” she said. He lay on top of her kissing the back of her neck and gripping her hands beside her head and sunk himself inside that heavenly hole again and again to moans of ecstasy. Her rump rubs against his abdomen. He could feel it coming. “Claire… I’m…” he struggles for words.

“Cum for me, cum…” He can feel his balls churn and accelerates “Fuck yeah…” Claire writes beneath him “OoooOo you keep this up… I’m gonna cum agaaaainnn” she pants desperately. The sweat drips off the both of them in rivulets. Still he thrusts deep and fast into her warm wet depths. “Fuuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Claire tenses gritting her teeth as her pussy clamps onto his cock as she screamed, Daniel thrust once, twice… “Claire! Ohhhh…” he fired his load inside, thrusting into the quivering woman, his cock pulsated as he drove. She could feel the warm liquid flooding inside her and she moaned in ecstasy at the sensation. The cum oozed from her lips as he slowed and stopped still buried inside her and spasming. Both seismic orgasms subsided gently as she slowly rocked her hips milked him for his last, elated and breathless. He wrapped her in his arms, still hard within her and kissed her lips. They laughed together and both sighed with pleasure, blissfully sated and in love.

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2 comments on “The Mountain [mf] {Part 3/3)

  1. Great story, well written. Enjoyed the fact that as a reader you get to see both sides of the fantasy become reality. Keep up the stories, please!

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