Earlier that day he had described his need to claim her in the river on a rock. She told him that it

Earlier that day he had described his need to claim her in the river on a rock. She told him that it sounded like something which could nourish her in places that could never otherwise be touched. Move her more  deeply  inside than she could even imagine. Thinking aloud she hypothesized that ”Those hidden places would be forever awakened in a small moment, with large impact.”

She continued to verbalize her vision of his need to possess her In the center of a moving river supported on the solid granite of a well placed rock. “Maybe In the early morning with the sun barely cresting the rim of the craggy mountains, her rays reaching out like fingers to touch us as if to experience that which is deeply private and primal. To share of each other in total abandon”. She further imagined aloud “ perhaps that same untamed abandon under the moon completely bathed in her light, while she revels in our feral release, as if one with with us. A hunger only sated in the constant motion of the calming waters. Designed by nature herself to feed us and bathe us, comfort and arouse us. Inviting us to forever be a part of her in ways, only we can, as we release the bonds of the conventional, while accepting the bonds which pull us toward one another and her in our natural untamed state of primitive sexual need. With our shared thought to sate the hunger of the beast’s arousal buried deeply within each of us.” She sat trance like lost in her words and thoughts of his making.  She made it sound like they were in the center of a painting, or musical opus. Like it would be more moving than any work of art. And perhaps it would.

Later that day, she told him she had found the place they could share that which she now so much looked forward to with him. She had a way of making him want his own desires even more. They would soon be completely open and honest in their natural naked state, in the waters warmed by the day long sun instead of the frosty cold of early morning. But instead of the rising sun, the rising moon would instead hold them in her shiny beams. He watched her as she cautiously went to the center of the pond which was connected to the river a short distance away.

He wanted to remember this moment forever and took a quick photo of her, her total beauty on display , she turned just as the camera snapped. They walked through a small arch to the river and large rock beyond. He lifted her up and followed her.

He asked her in a low gravely voice, “Who owns you baby?

Her voice responded in a soft sexy whisper, “You do Sir.”

While she answered he thrust his largeness into her small warm hole, made just for him. He lost himself in the moment, just as she stated they might in her imaginings earlier that day. The moment was a perfect blend of crazy abandon and complete love.

After climaxing together, through emotional happy tears she told him, he made her whole. They held hands while they walked together returning to the shore and their clothes. He felt closer than ever to,and that silvery orb in the sky which shown brightly their way. He also felt even closer to her, which he had not thought possible.

Perhaps they could do this each summer when they came to the cabin. making this a tradition.He smiled at the idea of doing this forty years from now, when they were in their sixties. “Now, that would be an amazing tradition.” he thought as they climbed into the old truck. The scent of the pines and clean water still clung to them, he breathed it in deeply while starting the truck to head back.

He marveled at the amazing woman who was all his of her own free will. How often does someone work so hard to fulfill the dream of another. He was indeed a lucky man.

Trish Nielson