Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
The truck rumbled to a stop at the top of the Mesa, and he reached over to touch my cheek. I was looking out the windshield, in awe of the landscape under the setting sun. “It’ll be cold once the sun goes down.” His fingers trailed down my throat and tugged the collar of the jacket I wore. “Zip this up.” I nodded, and my fingers deftly tugged the zipper from my hips to my throat without ever looking away from the view before me.
I heard him chuckle and finally pulled my gaze away from the burning sky to focus on his face. “Ready, baby girl?” He slipped out of the truck when I nodded, but left the driver’s side door wide open. I watched him move around to the passenger side, then he pulled my door open. I turned my body to melt into his chest and slink down his front until my feet hit the dust-covered rock surface of the Mesa. His long fingers curled around my wrist and pulled my fingers to his mouth. “Be careful of the edge.” The look in his eyes was serious before he released me to explore.
On Top Of The Mesa
I’d lived in the desert for years in Vegas, but had never been to the top of a Mesa. The wind whipped my hair around my face and pushed me toward the towering edge. I planted my feet as I peered down and squealed. Being so high up, the view was magical and overwhelming. The sun was so low now that only a soft glow behind the remaining clouds marked the horizon. My arms hugged around myself, and I tilted my head up towards the sky.
As I watched the stars blink through the coming darkness, I heard the gentle notes of “Unchained Melody” playing through the truck’s speakers moments before Larry wrapped his arms around my waist. I hummed at the welcome touch of his body heat and strong arms holding me against his chest. My head tilted, and his lips traveled along my neck. “It’s beautiful,” I murmured.
“Not as beautiful as you.” He spun me around to face him. His left hand rested on my lower back, and his right held the back of my neck. Our bodies swayed to the music as it echoed over the edge and down the erodible slopes to the rocky ground below. A gasp slipped from my throat when the truck’s headlights timed out—leaving us in complete darkness under the night sky.
Stars raced across the sky more clearly than I’d ever seen before. We were completely alone out here. The thought sent a thrilling shiver down my spine. Feeling it, he pulled me closer and nipped my earlobe. “Cold already, mia?” He pulled back from my body and slipped his hands under the hem of my jacket. His cold fingers tickled my warm skin as they moved to the back of my jeans and sank into the denim to cup my ass. His big hands kneaded and parted my cheeks that were trapped in my pants. I felt the tips of his fingers working until they felt the bottom of my pussy. “So wet for me, already? What dirty thoughts have you been thinking?”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357