LyzMania

The crisp cool air bites, as he inhales. His body aches from hauling the wood to and fro, making an orderly pile that can be used later to warm he and his lady on those cool Spring evenings. Resting the last piece upon the pile he sees movement in the corner of his eye. Turning, wiping the sweat from his brow, looking though the window he sees the definition of beauty busying herself in the kitchen. Trudging back out into the yard his mind wanders thinking about the beautiful creature in the kitchen. Elizabeth or Lyz to those that know her, kitten, bunny, darling, angel, or beautiful to him, had surprised him by coming up for the upcoming long weekend. He thought back to the previous week how he had been in the garage organizing when two delicate hands had come up from behind him and covered his eyes, "Guess who?" He heard whispered in his ear, a pair of soft full lips pressing to his neck. He had of course responded "Is that the angel that teases me nightly in my dreams?" Turning seeing Lyzzy standing their a small suitcase behind her on the drive. She stood there pale bubblegum pink hair fanning out over the collar of a Kelly green goose down jacket. A grin across her face matching the one across his own. "Lyzzy! KITTEN!" He exclaimed taking her into his arm picking her up in his embrace, softly kissing her. She felt his love and excitement through his kiss; she could also feel his desire poking into her stomach. He finishes putting away the tools and quietly enters the kitchen, where he sees her facing away from the door doing something on the counter. Approaching slowly and softly behind her, reaching out encompassing her in his arms kissing the side of her neck. She jumps startled and then asks "All done? You heading to take a shower now?" "Yeah, I'm done. It's all stacked up and ready to be used in the fireplace on the deck. Shower? Hmm, that's not a bad idea." Dropping his voice to a whisper brushing his lips over her ear "Was that a question to join me, Darling? Or 💋 would 💋 you 💋 like 💋 for me to come find you once I'm clean? Kiss💋😏" Turning in his arm, looking up at him, "Well if you wait a couple minutes I can put dinner on the oven and we could go have desert before dinner." He smirks leaning down and kiss her again. He would never tire of kissing her the feeling of her lips to his alway send an electric shock through him. Pulling back kissing along her neck. Her head leaning back, stretching her neck. Ascending up growls, "Why wait? Let's have desert right now and forget about dinner. Why don't we stretch the desert course to last until morning?" Lifting her up upon the counter, the cool hard surface pressing against her thin cotton pants. Pushing the dish she had been preparing aside. His lips pressed to hers, her hands traveling over his chest wandering up to comb through his beard. Removing the rubber band holding it in a braid. Combing through releasing into a wild fluffy mass. Their lips still locked together, tongues playing across each other. His hands wander over her body, caressing over her chest down to her waist, gripping it pulling her close, wandering back up to caress and run his fingers though her own head, massaging her scalp with his finger tips. Their kiss breaking, both their breaths ragged. Gasping "So were you out there the entire time thinking about how you were going to ravish me when you came in?" His own breath ragged, "No not until I saw you standing in the kitchen did I feel a wanting desire to take you and tease and ravishing both your mind and body, kitten. His hand toying with the button clasping her pants closed. Releasing it, slipping his hand into her shorts. Rubbing her through her panties, a slight moisture welling up. His other hand lifting her shirt, exposing her light pink tipped nipples. Diving taking one into his mouth swirling his tongue about it. He feels the nipple hardening in his mouth, flicking a rouge over her rising excitement. Rubbing his fingers over her sex, her head drifting back. Raising her hands, gripping the vaccine of his head pulling him to her bosom. Encouraging him to take as much of her into his hot moist suckling mouth. He excitement rising, pulling her panties to the side rubbing her hot wet opening with his finger. Easily slipping in slowly his finger starts pumping into her, curling his finger. While teasing her bosom with both his mouth and hand. Pinching and rolling her between his fingers. While suckling pulling away from her, her flushed breast pulled from his mouth with a loud pop each time. Her moans and cries of pleasure encouraging him on-wards. Slipping another finger into her, stretching her slightly slips another finger. Three fingers stretching her, a deep moan emanating from her. Curdled finger tips rubbing along the top of her sex. Increasing his tempo, the pulsing contractions of her body telling him she was close. His teasing hand moved to the other breast tugging, pinching, tugging, rolling. And moving his mouth to her other breast suckling deep. Her head throws back in pleasure. Her sex clamping upon his fingers, but he continues thrusting into her. Stoking the fires of her pleasure higher. As her orgasm ceased her breath coming in ragged gasps. He gives her breast a playfully nip. She remarks "How about we both go get cleaned..."

She giggled as she make her last comment. His lips softly kissing along her neck, his reply muffled. She pushes him away quizzically. "Hmmm. That sounds like an excellent idea." His hands sliding down to grasp her waist, lifting her from the counter. Pulling her towards him, cradling her in his arms kissing her forehead as he moves from the kitchen ferrying her to the shower. Upon entering the bathroom. Her feet alighting upon the cool stone tile. He turns to turn on the shower, her hand resting upon his arm, " wait, why don't we take a bath instead?" As she eyes the large expanse of white porcelain, a shade paler than her own now flushed and rosy skin. Her cheeks glowing from her recent orgasm. Stepping up behind him, her hands traveling over his broad strong back whispering to him " Why don't we undress each other? I want to feel your body tense while I tease off your clothes." Finger tips lightly grazing over his neck trailing along his back settling upon the waist band of his tight jeans. Traveling lower cupping his ass squeezing his firm cheeks. He tenses his ass and hears her surprised gasp and her girlish giggle. All the while a chill of excitement shoots from the crown of his head through his body, some how following the pace of her caresses down his body. Her hands once again acceding, slipping under his shirt gradually lifting it exposing his broad back the faint outline of muscles she could see and felt as her finger tips traced their shape. Continuing up under his arms, her hands gliding along his toned arms urging the shirt off. With his shirt off she gently indicates for him to rotate, her gaze roaming over his body devouring the sight in front of her. Her hands reverently extend, a slight tremble of anticipate apparent. Laying her hands upon his chest, long lithe fingers combing through the thick thatch of hair covering his torso. Leaning forward soft lips pressing to his chest, peppering across his pecs. Sucking a nipple into her mouth, his hand rising, stroking her hair. Her hands wrestling to unfastened his thick swatch of leather belt. She had in the past imagined his slapping this strip across her milky pear shaped ass or clinching it about her neck using it as a lead to tell her how he wanted to take and ravish her body. In the privacy of these dreams she had called him 'Master'. She could feel a slight moistening of her lips as she thought of these fantasies. Pulling the tongue free her nimble fingers jumped to the button, in a instant no longer a barrier. Then as her fingers grasped the zipper tongue. He reached out and tilts her head up, once again kissing her full lips. She pulls the zipper down, looking into his steel grey and blue eyes she feels a hot and throbbing protrusion spring up hitting her hand as his pants fall, pooling about his feet. She sees a primal desire and an brazier of passion burning deep within his gaze, flare as his sex meets her burning hot palm. She grins and steps back from him, her gaze traveling over his body resting upon his virile sex. He reaches out to undress Lyzzy. At which point she scampers back giggling. "Oh, why don't you start drawing the bath and then I'll giving you a little show?" He turns away Turning on the taps, Lyz quickly steps up behind hi pressing herself against him. He feels her erect nipples through her shirt digging into his back. Her hand snaking around, grasping his shaft and slowly starts stroking him watching the water level rise as his cock hardens further in her hand. Languidly stroking him, teasing prolonging his pleasure. As the level approaches the desired level he pours into the tub Lavender scented bath salts....

High in the Blueridge a heavy rolling mist roiling over the ground, obscuring everything below. Rays of sun light dappled down, filtered through the thick canopy of cedar trees. The scent of cedar wafts through the air, a clear crisp scent rousing individuals from their slumber or aiding in the process of those drinking their morning fix of caffeine.

In a cabin nestled high upon this mountain, among a row of similar looking rough hewn cabins. Laying upon a thin mattress. Was a couple nestled in each other's arms, bedded together in a sleeping bag. Softly slumbering in an cocoon of warmth of each other's arms. Slowly roused from their sleep by the calls of a crazy old timer to the camp, "Polar Bear!" They hear him cry, "Pooolar Bear!" Annoyed, Lyz pokes him and demands to know why there is a guy yelling outside the cabin. Grogly answering, "He's calling people to an early morning activity. It's where people go down to the waterfront and jump into the spring cooled lake. It's very invigorating. Do you want to go do it?" Blearly opening his eyes, his gaze being met with daggers. "Okay. Okay no need to mentally kill me. Since we're up do you want to go get a cup of coffee before breakfast?" He feels her hands moving under the covers as she shimmies and slowly pulls her hand out, gripping her recently worn panties. Tossing them away and moving closer to him, "Well since we're both up. You could leave this nice warm bed and get a cup of coffee or crazily go jump in a lake. Or..." her hand trailing down over his chest, slipping into his pants slowly stroking him. His erection quickly rising to press into her palm. "You could stay right here and satisfy another hunger before breakfast." Yeah, he knew the right choice and knew he should never turn down an opportunity like this. Pulling her close kissing her forehead, "Are you feeling playful, Kitten?" Her face nestled in his chest, a feeling of serenity and peace falling upon her. Along with a rising desire deep within her. Pulling away their lips met, her hand wrapped about him. His slowing working it's way between them, a teasing finger rubbing between her lips, slowing rubbing. The heel of his hand grinding into her mound small firm circular motions. Her hand languidly moving along his shaft. Her nipples hardening against his chest, the thin cloth of her shirt rubbing between them. There mouths locked together, tongues running over each other. Only breaking apart fore mere moments, their breaths condensing in the cold air about them. But in the sleeping bag both the temperature and their passion is rising. She breaks their embrace turing away from him. Backing up pressing against him. He pushes back pinning her between the cool wall and his throbbing, hot, stone hard cock pressing into her. His hand still teasing her, his fingers sickening with her excitement. His own flowing from him, her delicate hand reaches around, rubbing a thumb across the head lubricating it preparing him for when he would thrust into her. Filling her completely pulling her against him, hot breath radiating across her neck. His hot lips kissing her back and along her neck. He hand moves from her, tilting her away from him. She feels him sliding down between her cheeks, his excitement spreading along his path. Slowing advancing, he mind a chaotic storm of feelings he length seems to go on forever. Until, she feels him pressing against her sliding further down. Rubbing himself between her lips, the head pressed between her thighs pumping, rubbing against her opening. His hand slipped beneath her shirt, her breast grasped within. Her erect nipple rubbing against his fiery hand, she can feel the heat of his passion corsing through his veins. As he pulls back her hand reaches down gripping the shaft, murmuring "That's enough of that. Just take what we both know you want." He thrust forward slowly, her hand guiding him, filling her. Her shudders against his chest telling he all he need to know. Her hand now rapidly rubbing her clit his thrusting slowly increasing, trying to match her tempo. Each thrust feeling deeper than the last. His movements becoming rougher, losing himself in his pleasure. Her moans rising and falling with each thrust. Her pussy clamping down upon him, her body racked with pleasure. Her orgasm ripping through her. He unable to restrain himself, pulling her to him thrust deep. His orgasm shooting deep within her, ropes of his seed spurting into her. Their passion shaking the very building. Panting, "Well that was a hell of a way to wake-up." Kissing along her neck, playfully tugging upon her nipple. She remarks over her shoulder, "And yet I still feel peckish. Care to join me in the shower for another round?" Shimming back against him, she feels him rising again and hears. "Why wait for the shower?" As his hand slips lower, teasing her for another round.