Remembering Three Wonderful Days - The Night Before...

I'd meant to write this so much sooner, when all the details were still fresh in my memory. But life has a way of intervening, and between two mothers to take care of, I find myself at a disadvantage, timewise. Malcolm's mother has also become my mother. She calls to chat, to ask me to visit with her, to ask me for things that she has need of, or just to get ahold of her son for her, LOL. I like it, and I know she's the closest thing to a mother in law I'll ever have. I told Malcolm I'd taken to calling her my mother in law, simply because the moniker "significant other's mother" is simply too complex for most people to comprehend, and it also gives me the authority to act on her behalf when it comes to social services. He thought it was a fine idea, and so long as she was ok with it, so was he. She was.

But I'm remembering our time on the Trek, where I had him to myself for three glorious days....no kids, no baby momma's and no mothers to interrupt. There was that matter of the 180 miles he had to bicycle, but he handled that just fine, sort of. The rest of the time with him was amazing. He's so easy to be with, and we have such a comfortable rhythm together. It's relaxing, intoxicating, like that erotic boil is always just under the surface, just waiting for a moment to erupt.

The night before Day One -
It was like getting ready for an event. I was frantic, like always, worried about not remembering everything we'd need...ibuprofin, monkey butt powder, camping equipment in case, blankets, pillows, clothes, snacks...it was like organizing a party from hell times 3. Making arrangements for Jujubear, who stayed with Jachin for a night, and then went to her normal sitter. Making my arrangements for my mom, who'd only recently gotten out of the hospital. But we only had to be in the mountains before 9 pm, so I had a lot of time to fret and get ready.
I picked him up around suppertime, and we packed the car with his bike and his bags, and we were on our way. The drive was beautiful, as only that particular drive can be coming from the coast and going up into some serious height of land.

We stopped at a Pizza Hut on our way, getting him a high carb supper to help get him ready for the ride, and we did our obligatory WalMart shopping before hitting the grounds of Sunday River

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We made it to the Grand Summit for registration right as it ended, picking up the 2 tons of paperwork, and all the giveaways they had ready for us. It was a beautiful night, and as we walked hand in hand in the mild evening mountain air, listening to the peepers and crickets singing all around us, we both shared how much we would love to have that kind of life, away from it all. I love that he always walks with me and never tries to hurry or rush me, that he's simply content to walk beside me in the moment and share a little space of earth and time with me. We made it back to the car and drove the almost 8 miles to the back side of the mountain to where we were staying at the Jordan Grand Resort Hotel. What a place.
Our room was incredible and spacious, and on the third floor with a balcony overlooking everything. We started getting settled, excitement for the next day finally making us giddy, the realization that we were really doing this huge event, and doing it together finally coming to rest between us like a blessing. I'd told him I wouldn't make the first move, that he shouldn't be expending all his energy on sex. But he's mostly like a coiled animal waiting to be released, and it started on the balcony with deep lingering kisses, wet with promise while his hands sought out my breasts to hold their soft curves, or the fat cheek of an ass.
We moved inside and took one look at that amazingly puffy and comfortable luxury bed, and it's stark and ghostly white sheets. Took one look at it and knew immediately that we were not worthy to fuck on such a magnificent bed. LOLOL, that we'd destroy it beyond recognition. The room was equipped with a sleeper couch, and Malcolm pulled the thin mattress out and put it on the floor for us, and padded it up to kingdom come. And he went down like a starving man, eating me, making me cum again and again and again, and then he started with the hand. He rubbed that spot, THAT SPOT that burns, and itches, and makes me want to fuck his hand until something breaks. And he'd keep his tongue on my clit while his hand drove me to insanity...until I cried because I simply couldn't cum any more. Then it was time for fucking.
He slammed his cock into me fast and hard because he'd pushed his own limit to the breaking point. He was rough, he was dominant. His hormones were raging, and he needed to mark his territory. There is a part of him that needs to prove to me that he is the be all and end all for me, that there will never be another lover to take his place, that nobody will ever satisfy me like he does. He becomes savage, marking me any way he can. And so with that intent, he fucked me until I climbed another peak for him, and squirted and squirted. Only then, with my own hormone and juice covering him head to toe did he cum, and cum like he was a dying man. He screamed, he bit, and he clutched my throat and my hair, finally collapsing and holding me close to his heart until he could breathe again. We cleaned up and got into the beautiful bed then, and slept curled up against each other, barely moving all night.

We woke up the next morning at 5 motherfucking A.M. I'm so not a morning person, and the fact that we'd fucked until past midnight didn't do anything for my morning disposition. But after a shower and a moment on our beautiful balcony looking at the sun rise over the mountains, I realized what a truly magical gift of a moment I was sharing with Malcolm.

We stood and enjoyed it for a moment more, putting off for just a couple of minutes more the event we'd come here for in the first place.