"Let's take a break.", said Chel and reined Altivo in to a stop. Nobody objected.
It was early afternoon on the first day of the rest of their lives. Miguel could hardly believe it had only been yesterday that the three of them had left El Dorado and galloped off into the sunset. Yet here they were. Hungry, thirsty and in semi-dire need of lunch.
Their thirst was quickly taken care off – they had followed a river after all. And after cooling their feet for a while and enjoying not being in constant danger of disembowelment or worse for a change, they settled on rectifying their food situation by taking a detour into the jungle. The three quickly agreed that it was best to split up and search for food individually, meeting back at where Altivo was tied up after a set time.
Miguel took one look at Chel and Tulio heading out together and purposefully strolled off into the opposite direction.
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Chel was treading with the secure steps of someone who had lived here all her life, sweeping her eyes over the surrounding trees, checking for ripe fruits and peeking under promising looking leaves.
Tulio was making a valiant effort for about five minutes but soon had difficulties focusing on the task at hand. When Chel got down on her knees to confirm the edibleness of a group of mushrooms, his trousers tightened uncomfortably. It was the first time they were alone together in two days.
Chel stood up with a disappointed sigh, stretched and slowly combed her long hair which had fallen into her face back over her shoulders again. She turned her head back and smiled at Tulio in the certain way that made his stomach flutter.
„You know, Tulio", she said coyly. „The two of us haven't been alone ever since we left the city." You could have cut the tension with a knife.
„Oh yeah? Is that so?", he smirked and stepped up to her until they were nose to chest. He gently took her chin in his hand and tilted it slightly upward so he could look into her eyes.
„Funny, I hadn't noticed."
She put her hands on his chest and snuck them around his neck, digging her hands into his hair and scratching the back of his head. Tulio's eyelids started to flutter and he suddenly found it very, very hard to concentrate.
„Are you sure you haven't noticed?", asked Chel innocently and brushed against the bulge in his trousers ever so slightly.
„Positive", said Tulio with only the hint of a squeak in his voice and leaned into the hand now stroking his neck. „Why, you got any plans?"
„Mmm, I don't know", said Chel and looked aside as if she were thinking about it. "I kinda thought you'd be all over me by now."
„Oh I will be all over you!", growled Tulio, grabbed Chel's waist and captured her mouth in a hungry kiss, smashing their bodies together.
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Tulio walked her backwards until she was pushed up against a tree and Chel gasped when he thrust against her, pressing his erection between her legs. His hands were running all over her; hips, butt, breasts and then back as he was groping for for the thin cord holding her top in place while she dragged his shirt out of his pants. She slipped her hands under it, stroking the hot, sweaty skin underneath with nimble fingers to Tulio's groans.
He pulled down her top and took her firm breasts in his hands; Chel moaned when he rubbed the thumbs over her taut nipples.
Her hands clasping around his ass she broke their kiss, gasping for air. Burying his nose in her hair and inhaling her sweet scent Tulio began to suck on her neck, biting his way up and down the copper skin and caressing the spots with his tongue afterwards. He proceeded to the breasts, licking and sucking and circling the nipples with his tongue until she was practically dripping from desire.
Back pressed against the rough tree bark Chel tugged impatiently at her loincloth in order to loosen it, then lifted one leg and hooked it around his waist, pulling him even closer and grinding against his hard-on. Tulio took the hint, pushed his right hand between their legs and slipped them under the fabric. He almost whimpered when he felt just how wet she was. His cock was pulsing with arousal.
Breathing raggedly he stroked her and then slipped one of his long, smooth fingers inside her, thumb playing with the clit at the same time. Chel moaned loudly, unable to contain herself, when Tulio started caressing her in just the right place and started fucking her first with one, then two fingers. Grasping dark curls damp with sweat she pulled him into an intense kiss.
She wanted him now.
There was just one little thing left. She removed Tulio's fingers and took the hems of his shirt. He only had time to blink in confusion for a moment until Chel had already yanked it over his head and put it on inside out herself; tails hanging below her bottom.
„Bark", she explained and leaned forward until her lips almost touched his ear. „Now fuck me", she whispered.
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Tulio didn't need telling twice.
Not saying another word he undid his belt, letting the pants drop to his feet unnoticed, lifted the leg Chel had wrapped around him and thrust into her, both of them gasping at the sensation. Tulio kissed her again and quickly lifted up her other leg so he was now holding her up against the tree, supporting her completely as he moved in and out of her. Within seconds he was fucking her as hard and fast as he could, panting and biting her shoulder in desperation. It would leave marks.
Chel locked her ankles together behind Tulio's back, hands digging into his shoulders and he growled. Little beads of sweat were forming on his temples. They smashed their mouths together once more; kissing hard in between moans and gulps of air.
Pure lust was rushing through her with each of Tulio's thrusts, the arousal building up higher and higher until she could barely stand it anymore. Satisfaction was so close but it was just not enough, she needed more. Holding tightly onto Tulio with one hand the other flew down to her clit, pushing her over the edge.
Chel screamed when she climaxed, her string of 'Yes! Yes! Yes!' echoing through the woods as wave after wave of a powerful orgasm swept her away.
Tulio groaned at the rhythmic tightening of Chel's cunt around his cock but he kept going, determined to make her come again. His eyes were closed and he was biting his lip, trembling from the effort not to finish just yet when she climaxed a second time, gasping and moaning and throwing her head back with another scream.
Her whole body was pulsing with pleasure. Chel knew that Tulio could go on like this for hours if he really put his mind to it but she wanted him to come too, wanted to make him come, to lose control and spill himself inside her.
Digging her hands into his hair she forced his head down into the crook of her neck, giving her access to an ear. Panting, she moved her lips over it, just barely touching. The feeling of her hot breath running shivers down his spine she traced the shell with the tip of her tongue teasingly.
"Oh God, Chel", groaned Tulio, his hands instantly clenching around her thighs almost painfully. His prick was throbbing. "You- that is..." Unfair he wanted to say but found himself unable to speak, whimpering incoherently instead when Chel nibbled on the lobe.
She sucked it gently and then licked the inside of the shell again, slowly caressing it with her wet, hot tongue. When she sighed into his ear Tulio just lost it. Making a feral sound he tightened his grip even more and jerked his hips forward erratically, body twitching with the uncontrollable spasms of his climax as he ejaculated deep inside her.
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Chel slid her legs to the ground carefully and leaned her head back against the tree behind her, closing her eyes and trying to catch her breath. She was still pulsing.
Tulio was leaning half on her, half on the tree as well, with his arms and forehead resting on the rough bark. He was panting just as heavily, taking large gulps of air like a drowning person. His cock was only slowly softening, still twitching occasionally from the intensity of his orgasm. Chel's thighs were sporting bruises from his fingers.
Neither of them knew how long they stayed like this, simply waiting for their racing heartbeats to calm down and the sweat on their backs to dry.
Tulio's knees were still shaking slightly when he finally pulled up his pants, closing the belt with clumsy fingers. Chel was still wearing his blue shirt. It was drenched. She looked incredibly attractive in it. He figured he didn't need it back right away. Or ever.
"Whew. That was...", he laughed and ran his hands through his damp hair. Chel smiled, traced his chin with her soft, small fingers and put them over his lips.
"I think we should get back", she said. "Miguel will be waiting for us." She winked at Tulio, turned around and started walking back with swaying hips.
It was a good thing that she took the lead because Tulio probably wouldn't have found his own head at the moment.
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He did put his shirt back on in the end, grumbling about the tiny splinters and bits of fibre lodged in the fabric.
"Well better than in my skin", said Chel nonchalantly and stepped over a log. Tulio – who was still fiddling with his shirt and not paying attention – did not.
Chel's hand flew up to her face to hide her laughter but her eyes betrayed her. Tulio glared at her from between the leaves of the large fern he had fallen into.
"There you are!", said a cheerful voice suddenly. "I was about to send Bibo after you." Miguel's happy face appeared above Tulio like a very annoying sun.
"Who is Bibo?", he asked and picked himself up again, frowning at the twigs and chunks of foliage stuck to his shirt. Great. Now he could start over.
"Oh, that's what I named the little guy here" , said Miguel lightly and held up the armadillo. "I got bored. You two were gone for ages."
"Sorry", said Chel. "We kinda..." she glanced at Tulio "lost track of time." She didn't quite manage to repress a chuckle.
"And I see you didn't find any food.", said Miguel and didn't sound very surprised. "I mean, come on! Not even...a banana?" He smirked at Chel and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh I found a banana", giggled Chel. "But I already had it on the way."
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Their eyes lock. Their lips twitch. They try to outstare each other. They fail spectacularly.
As they all crack up at the same time Tulio catches Miguel's gaze. And when he sees the twinkle in Miguels' eyes his own twinkle right back, knowing that things will be alright.
Partners.