We are hot. The sun blazes down on us and the surface of the rock we have just climbed. Drenched I slide the bare skin of my arm across the beads glistening on my forehead. He is there beside me on the ledge. As we sit for a moment catching our breath, the exhilaration overtakes us. He leans in covering my mouth with his, kissing hard and passionately furious. He pushes me backward, laying my back across the rocks. The ledge cuts into my shoulders and my head dangles precariously off the ledge. His hot undulating body lies on top of me. My hands out to the sides, clench in an erotic frightened desire, before they wrap around him. Our kissing is feverish as if we can't pull enough of the other person inside us, we can't even pause to see what we are doing, our hands naturally slip to the waistbands holding the others pants and try to make our pulsating organs available for pleasure as quickly as possible. I pull his mounting stead from within its cloth stables. I pet it only enough to make it solid before it slips into the moist haven between my legs. As the friction of entrance courses up my I arch my back, push my breasts towards him and let my neck curve down over the cliff. He pushes deep coming out far enough to suit his pleasure then pushes in again. Every time he pushes deep within, I move up and over the edge. It speeds up, till it is almost a torrential downpour of excited frenzy. My shoulders are over the edge, and my back is slowly working its way out as I moan in a painful pleasure. Our sex is nearly at the edge. I can feel the drop off at my midback. As it the ledge cuts into my low back he reaches his muscular arms around placing his firm hands on my throbbing scratched back. Without losing pace or rhythm with his bounding stead he shifts us both so that our sides are to the cliff and my back once more has solid earth beneath it. The frenzy picks up. My moan turns into a ravenous scream, as I undulate between him and the rock surface. With each jab into my wells of passion he brings me one step closer to that eternal bliss of orgasm. In and out, side to side. He is riding my waves of passion up and down. The bliss washes over me like a volcano erupting; I arch and repeat the letter A in a continual blast of ecstasy. He isn't finished, he rolls me over, my feet are dangling over the edge, his wet solid organ penetrates me again and rides long and hard. My clit is rubes against the ground as I rock forwards and back. I come again, as he tightens every muscle in his body and spurts his seed to coat the rough friction between us. We collapse side by side panting in the heat of the sun. Leaning over to block the glare of the sun in my eyes, he looks at me ever so lovingly and kisses me, softly, gently, and passionately.