Two
Every thrust, it seemed, Scott’s cock fed her hungry sex. He took care of her desire, he listened to her needs. His mouth assaulted her neck as she rode him faster, her swollen nub rubbing against his cock. She wanted to feel him deeper, buried so deep inside her. Her body was pressed against his and Mariana wanted to get closer and closer to him. She moved faster against his cock, wanting to get to the orgasm which seemed so far away.
Under the stars, their bodies became one. There was no him or her... it was just them. They rocked in unison, feeding and begging each other with their lips, tongues, and bodies. Every thrust was a new level of intimacy, of love, of commitment they had for each other.
When Mariana finally came, her head was thrown back and her body became stiff. The orgasm shot straight through her body from her toes, to her back, to her head. Oh, how wonderful and delicious it felt at the same time. “Oh, f*ck, honey...” she moaned as she began the descent to reality. “Oh, f*ck...”
“You okay, Mari?” B. rubbed her back.
Mariana quickly blinked and the memory faded into the background. “Yeah. Why?”
“You kept mumbling ‘oh f*ck’ so I was wondering if it was something I did?” He asked.
“Oh,” Mariana felt embarrassed that her memories were intersecting the present, “I didn’t realize I was saying that out loud. I was just appreciating the view.”
Mariana would’ve appreciated the mountainside view if she hadn’t been on that particular canyon before. She had only been there once and that one time she was there, she and Scott made love on the back of his Harley.
She remembered that night fondly and quite frequently, often using it as a backdrop for frequent masturbation sessions. The way the moonlight shone on them both as their bodies moved in unison, slapping against each other above her hushed moans and whispers. Scott encouraged her to let go and when she did, the orgasm coursed through her body and she stilled, feeling like she was floating amongst the clouds.
She’d had outdoor sex before but it was that particular time that seemed to solidify their relationship. Things moved at a rapid pace and before she knew it, they were living together. Memorable family visits to hers at Thanksgiving and his at Christmas, with an unforgettable ring-shopping excursion when they returned to California.
Then they suddenly split two months later. Mariana began dating B. just a few weeks later and she wondered if that was a good idea. B. was everything that wasn’t Scott and that’s what she thought she wanted.
Boring.
B. was exciting in his own right. He was a very popular local DJ and played many festivals, with Mariana riding shotgun to wherever he played. He was well-read and enlightened Mariana on a flurry of topics, which she found interesting.
The sex between them was good, too. B. wasn’t dull in the bedroom and had no trouble bringing Mariana to climax many times. But B. was vanilla. Very vanilla. Mariana wanted kink and a lot of it.
There was something about B. that Mariana just couldn’t put her finger on. He was intelligent, confident, and affable. But he didn’t have... IT.
Swagger. Arrogance. Sex appeal.
Everything that was Scott.
She loved B. but wasn’t in love with him and she knew the difference. Scott was dangerous, exciting and often unpredictable; B. was safe and comfortable.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” B. stood next to her and admired the view.
“Honey, this is amazing.”
“I thought you would like it. I know how much you love nature and being out in the open so I wanted to bring you here.” Scott stood beside her. “Something different from what we usually do.”
“No man has ever brought me up here before,” Mariana quietly spoke, “it’s just so beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Scott smiled at her.
“I love it,” Mariana lightly sighed, “I really do.”
Scott walked behind Mariana and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned into his chest and sighed. She was with her man and everything was perfect. All of the tension and stress between them disappeared. It was them, nature, and God.
The memory once again faded into the background and Mariana lightly sighed. She put a hand over her heart and could’ve sworn it was tugging. “It is.”
“There’s a reason why I brought you up here tonight, Mari,” B. began.
“Oh?” She turned to him. “What is it, baby?”
“You know I’ve really enjoyed being with you the past year and I really feel like we have a great connection,” B. turned her to face him, “and I just wanted to say thank you for putting up with me with my busy schedule and always on-the-go. I know it must be hard for you and I really appreciate it.”
“I know how passionate you are about music and I fully support you.” Mariana smiled.
“That’s why what I’m about to say is so important,” B. reached into his pocket and got down on one knee.
Oh my God... no, no, no! Mariana maintained her cool. “Yes?”
B. pulled out a house key and presented it to his girlfriend. “Now, it’s not an invitation to move in because I’m not quite ready for that, but it is an invite for you to come over any time you want and stay for as long as you like—as long you go home at some time.”
Whew! Mariana could handle an “invite” to stay over at B.’s home and eventually moving in with him. She didn’t think she could handle an engagement. “I don’t understand,” Mariana was confused, “I don’t really need a key to your home, so why now?”
“Well, I’m about to go on tour overseas and I’ll be doing some gigs over there for a few months. I wanted you to look after the house while I’m gone and maybe... maybe... we can test the waters of us potentially moving in together. So Mariana Harlow, would you do me the honor to stay at my home and kick it sometime?”
“Overseas?” Mariana was surprised by the new development. “I didn’t realize things were happening so fast for you!”
“Well, word of mouth spread about how good I am.” B. smiled as he stood up, “and I owe a lot of it to Scott. He really pushed for my name to get out there and had many connections overseas to make it happen. Of course, it’ll be up to me to see how successful I am but he played a major role in setting it all up.”
Mariana’s elation dissipated into skepticism. It was already an eggshell situation with Scott being her boyfriend’s boss as well as hers. She knew there was something more to Scott being generous with B.’s career and music ambitions.
Oh, Scott wanted B. to be successful, all right—successfully far and away as possible from Mariana. One day, Mariana determined, she was going to stop underestimating Scott Reed. “How nice of him,” she feigned enthusiasm.
“We’ll talk more about it over dinner. We need to make our reservation,” B. led them back to his car, “you never did give me an answer, by the way.”
“I do,” Mariana stated with a newfound confidence and assurance. She was going to prove to Scott that his little plan was not going to work. “I want to be your wifey.”
“I like that,” B. wrapped his arms around her, “Wifey. I like that.”