Around the World in 80 Men Series: Boxed Set 21-30 (113 page)

“It's
a territorial thing with the big ones, which means there's probably
another one around.” Morgan, just nodded and tried to control
her shivering body. “He was posing to fight. That's what the
males do. Just stay put until I tell you it's safe.” He walked
slowly to a mammoth Sequoia, and disappeared on the other side. She
strained to listen but only heard soft rustling.

“Are...are
you alright?” The silence instantly scared her. “Mannie?
Mannie?!” She was already leaving the water when he returned
from behind the tree, another large snake in his grip.

“I
said to stay put!”

“Yell
at me later! You have a fucking snake in your hand!” Manuel
shook his head and took a few steps back, then tossed the snake as
far away from them as he did the first. “Holy shit!”
Morgan was standing in one foot of water, scanning every inch of the
ground around her. “Is it safe?”

Manuel
didn't answer her. Instead he put one finger in the air, telling her
to wait, and he walked behind another large tree. That one held no
surprises. “I think, but we'll have to keep an eye out.”

Morgan
shivered, not only because the water was chilly, but because either
one of those snakes could have bit her or Mannie. “Thank
you...that was...”
Amazing? Incredible? Heroic.
“Thanks.”
She imagined hiking with Gio and the catastrophe that would have
followed.
Angel, get this snake out of my presence immediately.
Morgan pressed her lips together tightly, trying not to laugh.
G-Puff must be mothafuckin' high. You think my ass is getting
anywhere near that. If it has more than four mothafuckin' legs or
less than two, I ain't touching it.

“No
problem.” Manuel shook his head and reached down to gather the
bathing supplies that had spilled all over the ground. “So, how
cold is it?” He pulled the white string to his shorts, allowing
the waist to loosen as he spoke.

“Well,
after the initial shock,” Morgan laughed, “it's not bad
at all.”
Are you going to take your pants off? Oh yes.
You're taking them...holy mother Mary of baby Jesus in Bethlehem.
Morgan cleared her throat. “Uhm. Wow. Uh.” She tried
not to stare.
I'm staring. Oh god, I'm staring right at it. Stop
it!
“Speaking of initial shock...”

He
walked right past her, their only exchange being a smile before he
jumped head first into the water. By the time Morgan turned around,
he was a quarter of the way to the waterfalls. She pulled her wet
tank over her head, and with some work, pried her soaked shorts from
her body and threw them on the bank, then with a quick glance over
her shoulder, she did the same with her bra and panties.

Morgan's
legs pushed through the crystal clear water slowly, feeling the
almost numbing cold climb through her entire body with each heavy
step. Her mind was the only thing keeping her warm at that moment, as
her eyes scanned the back side of Manuel. He was already scaling the
six foot rocks that led to the curtain of falling water, and his
muscles flexed with each movement as he easily scaled nature's wall.

She
allowed thoughts to seep through her mind as she made her way to the
falls, and her lips curved upward through the quiver that the cold
water was creating. Warm welcome memories slowed her steps even
more, and her smile grew as images of her childhood filled her mind.

Morgan's
grandmother, who was naturally frugal, would only splurge on the most
rare of occasions. One of those occasions was when they took their
semi-annual trip to the farmer's market in the Amish community. It
was a two hour drive, but the fresh vegetables used for canning that
they bought was better than anything found in the stores. It was,
however, the dark rich honey that was Morgan's favorite treat that
the trip offered.

Honey
in the stores, or even road side stands, was nothing like the thick
molasses-like treat that only the Amish could create. Morgan's
grandmother had told her that it wasn't pure honey, that something
extra was added, and neither one of them ever questioned what that
secret ingredient had been. All they knew was that they, like
thousands of other Ohioans, would travel hundreds of miles to get
their hands on a few jars.

As
a young child, Morgan began to ask her grandmother if they could get
more honey that looked like burnt butter.
You know, Gran,
it's like when you make eggs and the butter starts to turn brown.
That made the older woman laugh, but she defended her butter and
explained that the butter wasn't burning when she made eggs, it was
simply getting too warm.
Okay, then it looks like warm
butter.
That was an easier hit
to the ego, and it was also the new and only name for the special
honey.

Morgan
smiled as she approached the rock wall, still admiring the man's back
side, and scanned his body from top to bottom.
Warm butter.
His soft brown skin, covered in water that lit in tiny flashes as he
moved in and out of the sun's touch, was exactly the color of that
honey, and of her grandmother's burnt butter.
Thank god I
don't have to drive over a hundred miles for a taste.
Morgan was already giggling as he turned and offered a hand to pull
her naked body from the lake.

His
hands went immediately around her waist as her feet touched the
smooth rock that would serve as their shower floor. “And what,”
he brought her closer to warm her body, “is so funny?”
Morgan's head fell the few inches to his chest, and he felt her mouth
smile against his skin. Her head moved back and forth slowly as she
began to giggle again.

“Warm
butter.”

“What
the hell is....never mind. I don't think I'm supposed to figure you
out, Morgan.” She giggled again, as did he, before pulling from
her slightly and leading them to their
shower
.

“You're
going to love this.” His eyes moved from Morgan's face, to
her chest, then slowly across her midsection before taking in the
full length of her legs. She could almost feel the intensity of his
gaze against her skin, warming her once again as she moved the final
few feet that put her under the heavy fall. Her head and shoulders
were hit hard, forcing her hands to raise and push her hair from her
face. It was intense, and absolutely wonderful. “I told you,
you'll never find a shower as good as this.” Morgan nodded as
she stepped forward and allowed the water to fall against her back.

“Oh
my god....oh...wow.” She titled her head and her long hair
absorbed all that it could until it hung almost to her waist in a
heavy blanket against her skin.

“Yeah...wow.”
He stood beside her, staring at the profile of her body, and his cock
grew thick, and hard, at the sight of her round ass that was
unknowingly playing peek-a-boo in the moving wall of water between
them.

“Can
I have the shampoo? Oh..,” her voice lowered at catching him
staring at her body, and she arched her back slightly, just enough to
arouse herself, and to heighten his obvious desire.

Chapter
Six

Manuel's
eyes remained fixed where they were as he reached down and retrieved
the clear bottle. Morgan took it from his hand and ran her finger
across his palm as she took possession. His eyes closed briefly at
the subtle, yet clearly meaningful touch. He only looked up, to her
face, when he noticed that she had leaned forward enough to wash her
hair. He joined her on the small rock that she had chosen to stand
on, and wrapped his fingers around her wrists. “Let me.”
Morgan dropped her arms to her sides and closed her eyes as Manuel's
fingers began to move through her bubble-filled hair.

His
hands were warm, and his touch was gentle. She moaned slightly when
his large hand cupped the back of her head, and his other hand softly
massaged every strand of hair that he could find.

Morgan
tried to press her body against him, to feel his warmth and melt into
the moment, but he wouldn't allow their bodies to touch. His hands
were all that were offered, and even though she would have liked
more, it was enough for both of them right then.

Her
face was even with the tempting area between his collar bone and
neck, yet she only stared at the visible heartbeat below the surface
of his skin. It was strong, and nearly hypnotic to watch. Her lids
were heavy with desire at the feel of his hand that finally descended
down her neck, to her spine, and down to her ass. He gently nudged
her forehead with his, to force her to lean back into the water. The
heavy suds streamed from her hair and fell with loud
thuds
against the rock around their feet.

Her
eyes were still closed when she felt his hands leave her body, and
opened slightly when his touch returned. He had poured a large circle
of body wash into his hand and began to smear it across her chest and
belly. In a few short moments, lather covered her front from neck to
toe. “That feels wonderful.” Her voice sounded as if she
were lost in a dream, and his fingers tightened slightly as his hand
moved from her waist, to her middle. “Oh...that's nice.”

“What's
nice, Morgan?” His body finally pressed against her as he moved
her to the side, to an area free from falling water. Her back barely
touched the rock wall behind them when his hands resumed their work.
“This?” His hand flattened against her thigh and slid
through the white scented lather to her most heated area.

Her
mouth opened slightly with a quick intake of air, and before she
could process his touch, his finger slid deep inside of her.
“Oh..fuck.” Her words fell from her mouth as her cheek
found his upper chest. Morgan gripped his shoulders and leaned back
hard against the rock, pulling him with her.

Manuel
pressed his large cock against her hip as he pushed another finger
through her tight opening. Morgan's hands squeezed his hot skin and
moaned loudly against him. Her muffled cries into his chest made his
dick move at will against her. “I need you, Morgan. I've
needed you since I laid eyes on you.” His words whispered into
her ear made her press against him, forcing his hand to continue.
“You like this?” His fingers moved slowly out, then back
in. Morgan nodded, her forehead bobbing against his chest. “Tell
me.” Her words, he needed her words.

“Yes.
I love it.”

“Turn
around.” He didn't give her a chance to do as she was told,
Manuel removed his fingers and grabbed her waist, spinning her
quickly to face the rock wall. “Spread your legs for me.”
She raised one leg to a protruding rock that was a foot up on the
wall, and arched her back enough to allow full entry from behind.

“You're
fucking killing me.” He moved her long wet hair to the side and
his lips came down hard on her shoulder, then to the middle of her
back. Morgan reached around, her hand landing on his powerful thigh
that was against her. To her amazement, she felt his body shaking. He
was
nervous?

That
thought, the fact that Manuel was to the point of shaking at knowing
that he would soon be inside of her, made her want the man even more.
“Mannie, please.” She pushed her ass against him again,
and that time, he didn't hesitate.

His
hand quickly wrapped around himself, and he guided his large cock
inside of her. Her hot center crushed hard around him, making him
withdraw just as quickly. Morgan smiled as her head lowered against
the rock, and she pushed against him again, forcing him back inside
of her. That time, he took a deep breath and wrapped his arms tightly
around her waist.

He
moved slowly, feeling her squeeze every inch of him as he pushed deep
inside of her. Morgan met his slow rhythm, pushing against his force
to take him as deeply as she could.

The
moments passed slowly, deliberately, and without regard to the world
outside of the falls. The moments were theirs, that small space
behind the many layers of water was theirs, the scent of the lather
on Morgan's skin was theirs, and their bodies in those moments,
belonged to one another.