Dream Sequence IV

Author's note:  This story is mere reverie resulting form a liaison with my lover.  I like to travel, preferably by car, and this just came up out of my imagination.  Rowr...  

We stand on the side of a hill that looks out on Jackson Hole, Wyoming.  If you have never seen a picture, it is nearly impossible to describe, but here goes…

Stretched out before us is a slope that bottoms out near a river.  Here and there are small stands of Pine and Aspen trees, vying for supremacy on this sunlit hillock of the Rocky Mountains.  Trees cover the feet of the hill in copses leading to and lining the river, about a mile and a half away. 

Beyond the river is a valley.  It is covered with trees and lush grasses.  Aspens are turning bright gold in the afternoon sunshine.  They signal that it is late September, and the breeze blows cool after the heats of summer.

The valley stretches six miles to the base of the stark and awesome Teton Range, five peaks that thrust up to the sky like knives in the west.  The stone grays and blacks and whites of the mountains contrast sharply with the lush green and gold of the valley.

There are no clouds in the sky, only eagles riding the winds in a leisurely winged waltz.  There are large animals in the valley, elk and antelope and buffalo, while chipmunks and squirrels keep us company on the high slope above.

We are walking down the hill.  I don’t know if we were planning to enter the valley, as we do not make it very far before I turn to look at you.

Your face, browned slightly by the sun, is protected by a wide-rim straw hat that you made yourself.  You wear a loosely fitting calico dress and barely dent the grass with your bare feet. 

I seem to be wearing a hat with a broad brim, a white cotton humespun shirt, trousers with suspenders, and boots.  We turn and hug, your face buried in my chest as the scent of your hair fills my senses.  I start to fall over a little, bringing you with me, and before you can compensate, we are fallen over into the waist high grass, laughing and disappearing from view.

In my dreams there is no speech, but speech is hardly needed for me to sense your mood as you look first at me quizzically (“what have you done?”) then play-pouty.  (“I’m pretending to be upset with you.”) 

 reach over to you and offer my look back to you,  (“Well, I meant no harm. On the contrary…”) and you smile a great big smile and leap into my arms on top of me.  As I gather you in, I roll over and am on top of you.  You are pinned beneath me, and I hold your hands up high over your head as I look down at you.

I take my time, inventorying your form and face in full, before I ease down on you and begin to kiss you, first your brows and cheeks, then your lips and chin, and then to your throat and neck.  I am determined to mark you thus, but you wiggle free and place your face before mine again, reaching for my mouth with your eyes and lips.

O! How passionate a creature you are!  Burning me and melting under my touch.  Your kisses reach me and bring my desire and love to the forefront.  It is vain to try to describe the pleasures and warmth of our kisses to one who has not experienced them.  There is no legend, no reality, no imagined story to match the power of those kisses to inflame our hearts. 

The sun beaming down, warming us more while the breeze caresses and cools.  A blanket is produced and spread, and we fall together as the birds in the trees sing their appreciation of our loving.  As we struggle, the sun hangs still in the sky, unwilling or unable to take our leave behind the mountains.

At first, we make love urgently.  After all, that is the way of things with us, that time is of the essence and consummation must be.  But then we are not rushed, not called urgently back to the pumpkin land of our chosen reality, but rather lie leisurely and bask in the westering sun as I explore your body with eyes and hands.  I know your face, she being the one I so strongly desire.  I search your neck and find your breath under your throat – I settle down on it to graze over the smooth skin – alabaster yet tinted in earth tones from the sun, with love’s salt and spice completing the feast.

And feast I do, gnawing and sucking and kissing your throat, ever feeling you breathe and swallow as the edge grows again on your passion.  My hands are not idle either, and caress you from your head to your belly, and as my mouth closes about your windpipe my hands close on your breasts.  Both of my weapons squeeze simultaneously, and I taste your skin on my tongue and on my fingertips.

My face moves, convinced that I have eaten the last bit of the lovely flesh of your neck, and down I reach, mixing the sweat of my hands and mouth with the glow of your belly and breasts.  A nipple is enough, one at a time.  But it is difficult to remember , in the midst of my hunger, which was first tasted, so I back and forth go between your nipples until I am satisfied that I’ve eaten all they have to give.

I move my mouth down to your belly and trace the outline of your naval with my tongue.  My hand is now between your legs, gently massaging the object of your sex, while my tongue follows the happy trail between your belly button and your nether button.  I spread your legs apart to see the wondrous prize, and dip down my head into your vee and inhale the scent of you and me love made.

The kisses begin light and few.  I lean over you to come closer, then lie down on you, completing the imprisonment.  You, nervous at first, fall back down into half-dreams, letting yourself go completely in my power.  My arms around your thighs, I pry your legs apart farther and begin an excavation with my tongue, tasting with delight what has so far been forbidden to me.

But you can not lie still for long, and my invasion of your body has you in throes.  What are they?!? Pleasure? Pain? the pleasure-pain of ticklishness? Whatever it is, I am thrown off you roughly and you are on top of me, kissing and biting my face, neck, and chest while your legs embrace mine while you press and grind against my hips.  My arms are around you and yet useless to stop the onslaught, and I give in. 

Lying back, I return your kisses and grind my self against your hips in return.  This brings to bear the forgotten element, a new weapon in the battle of our bodies.  He rises slowly, but steady, until he stands out against the grass.  I have a new strategy now, and I use the last of my reserve strength to maneuver you above the spike and transfix you upon it.

The sun, now fleeing westward, seeks the asylum of the mountains in haste.  Again our actions catch and still the aging orb, pausing all of life while our bodies meet and begin to dance.  I feel a squeeze, and another.  I lift your head and torso up from lying on my neck and I gaze at you, held aloft by hands and impaled on me.  Your hair falls down from your face to mine and we are in a golden tunnel of your hair, face to face, sex to sex.

My hands move from your breasts to your ribs just below, and I gently lift you up off of me slightly, and drop you again.  I lift up again, and this time ease you back down.  I lift and drop.  I lift and ease down.  Lift, down. Lift, down.

Where are you during all of this?  Your face is close to mine.  You help by placing your hands on my shoulders and pushing against me as I lift you.  Then your arms collapse and you are on me again, spiked deep and waiting for the onslaught you desire.  I sit up with you on my lap, place my hands one on each cheek of your beautiful behind, and lift, more evenly this time, moving you up and down like a butter churn, mixing our fluids together to make a very special honey.

The sun is taking leave of us, and our pace quickens to match the pace of Sol’s retreat.  There is no world, no humanity, no mountains, only the sun and our lovemaking in the grass.  The entire world shrunk to just that. 

By now I am back on top of you, working my will by plunging deep into you as you lay on your back.  My hand is at your throat, holding fast but safe, and my other is positioned to assist in your climax by gripping your ass and working its way closer to your sex.

My charge is near complete, and I quicken my pace and you yours.  Your reach up to pull me to you, but your efforts only succeed in tightening my grip on your throat.  As I begin to climax, I fall onto one elbow and press my chest over your body, squeezing the air from your lungs.  My ardor is about spent when I hear you gasp like I’ve never heard, then you scream !! That sound is the final straw for me, and I plunge into you, pouring out my seed inside you as wave after wave of bucking and screams and coughing overcome both of us. 

I am not still, as I remain strong from the renewed anointing of our sex makes us all slippery and I enter and exit you freely.  How long will I continue to pound away?  You’ve receded into calm now, I’ve slowed but not stopped, and I am looking at you newly.  I lift your legs again, plying along your slit, eliciting new sounds as you press back against me.  You lift your legs higher, hooking them over my shoulders and rub your bottom against my hardness.  I’m ready to enter you again, and take this chance to penetrate your rear.  I press against the entrance and rub along it, spreading the moisture of our lovemaking into your crack.  You sense my desire and push against me, positioning yourself so there is only one place for me to go. 

I put my hands on each side of your hips and lift.  Your ankles lock around my neck and pull me to you.  My hands pull you in to me and part your cheeks.  I am pressing hard against the spot that will either admit or reject me, and I feel your body relax and slump against me.  I am admitted!

I’ve penetrated only a short way, yet I feel the heat and tension that comes with this new territory.  I move to withdraw a bit, but I am caught tight in the tight grip of your muscles.  So, I move in a little.  The muscles relax enough to admit me about an inch, then tense again.  Again I go to withdraw, am held tight, and press in some more. 

While we do this slow new dance, I am looking at your face.  Your eyes are closed tight at first, as if in anticipation of a blow, but as I gently stab you, your face becomes calmer and your eyes nearly open.  I want to see your eyes looking at me as I fill you.  Almost on cue, you open your eyes to see me smiling down at you, a look of intense concentration taking over my features as we stare at one another. 

Can you feel that?  How do your senses interpret my actions?  Am I an invader, ravishing you against all natural norms?  Or do our actions produce a new sensation of pleasure for you, that pleasure that sometimes walks hand in hand with pain?  And the pain – will it fade, allowing the pleasure to come through and bring you to climax this way, or will the pleasure behind the pain eventually fade, with only the diminishing memory of it, and with you sore and broken beneath me?

I am determined to seek the answer.  I press down harder in you and begin to move with purpose.  Lifting and shifting you, I plunge down and back, manipulating your behind to secure the deepest and fullest insertion until I push your behind back and withdraw again.

Again! and Again! and Again! I fill you and withdraw, testing the limits of your pleasure and pain.  The pleasure is winning out, and additional moisture continues to lubricate us as I pick up the tempo of my thrusts.  As each entry reaches bottom, my hips pounding into yours with a SLAP! I watch your breasts quiver and your teeth grip your bottom lip.  A grunt, a snarl, a gasp in turn escape your lovely mouth as I SLAP down to your hips again and again.

The outline of my hands is becoming visible on your hips as I grip you harder to pull you to me.  Deep inside you I sink, the taut grip my hands forcing you onto my lance, and then I release you some as I withdraw until my other head is just inside your clenching muscle. Then I grip your hips again and force my way in. 

The sun has set at last and the quick darkness of the wilderness fills the spaces between the peaks across the valley.  Looking up, you see the first stars of the night in a clear and close sky.  I am losing my grip, slowing down to a crawl as the solar instigator ducks its head and pulls its warming rays along.  I half collapse on you, bending your legs forward to your chest.  Still inside you, I feel for the ground beneath you to prop me up, gazing into your face as the shadows cover it with soft grays and black.

I tumble over but you stay with me, unwilling to let me slip from your grasp, either in loving comfort or in fear of the ripping pain that may attend my sudden departure from your backside.  At last I am limp enough to slip out of you gently, and you pull away from my fading spear and off.

The stars twinkle and gleam as darkness now reigns supreme here in the wild.  The breeze picks up and licks the cooling perspiration from our bodies and salves our most heated parts.  The grasses sigh all around us and keep time to an eternal music as we watch the night unfold above our heads.

Today was just the first of many days on the road for us.  As we lie in the grass as skin to skin I consider the next phase of our journey.

to Dove, with love, from your Moon.