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  She reached around his back with her nails and raked them across his sides. Erik inhaled sharply at the sensation.

  “I’m torn Erik. I really want to enjoy this meal you made.”

  Trixie combed her hands up through his bushy chest and then made a fist, pulling the hairs between her fingers.

  “I’m just finding it really hard to think about food right now.”

  She let go of his chest hair, grabbed his neck instead, and pulled herself up until she was dangling from his body. Erik barely seemed to notice her weight. Trixie wrapped both legs around his torso which forced her short skirt up. She held her face directly in front of him so that they made eye contact at the same height and then pressed her wet cunt against his bare stomach so that he knew how ready she was ready for him.

  “What should I do? Eat your delicious meal or ride your delicious cock?”

  Erik’s eyes flared at the question. She really wasn’t giving him much of a choice. Trixie didn’t want to insult his cooking or make him think that she didn’t appreciate the effort he put into their meal, but dammit if she didn’t want her cake and to eat it too. Even after the previous week of seeing each other every other day after work, Erik was still eager to please. Trixie knew she was taking advantage of that.

  He wrapped his arms around her body and drank deeply from her lips. He was warm, just like always, but so was she after getting herself riled up. Erik walked towards the kitchen island with Trixie and swept an arm across the surface, sending a wooden bowl filled with apples flying. He lowered her onto the granite countertop as the floor was pelted with fruit.

  5. Mutual Masochism

  Trixie reached down and pulled off her panties, winding them off her bent legs as Erik undid his pants and pushed them and his boxers down at the same time. She couldn't wait even a moment longer. Trixie walked her feet up his now exposed chest and then outwards to each shoulder, widening her legs apart. Erik grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him.

  The counter, normally waist height for most, offered Trixie up at cock-height for Erik. His monumental prick towered over her mound. Erik lowered his length and pulled back. She felt the firm head of his throbbing member press briefly against her lips before he drove himself up her accommodating pussy. The fullness of him was always a shock at first, until the initial pain that came with accepting his girth quickly translated into pleasure.

  Trixie arched her back on the countertop as he plowed her cavernous snatch. Erik wasn’t holding back. There was no time to take off the rest of her clothes and the kitchen was already hot from the grill that had been running. Trixie was dripping in sweat and they had only just started. Her body felt like it wanted to split open, or maybe that was just Erik’s swollen prick splitting her open. She shook her head back and forth, trying to shake the sweat off her face. It was pointless.

  Erik reached down and ripped open her blouse, possibly sensing her need to cool off, or maybe just wanting her naked beneath him. His colossal strength tore her clothing easily, sending buttons ricocheting off nearby walls. Much as she wanted it gone, there was no removing her skirt, which was now pushed up past her waist.

  Trixie popped the front eyelet of her bra and set her girls free to jostle up and down with each pounding Erik gave her loins. That seemed to excite him. She could feel the ridges of his cock harden inside her tunnel. The sensation was enough to ignite a burst of pleasure in the pit of her belly. She could feel the wave of her release coming. Too soon, she thought. She wasn’t in control.

  Trixie bent her legs back and propped herself up on both elbows, trying to pace herself. Her cheeks inflated with each breath. Her breathing was labored. Trixie looked up at Erik and grabbed the countertop edge with both hands to better anchor herself in place. Rather than being propelled back with each plunge of his hips, she wanted to hold her ground firmly.

  There was very little Trixie could do to maintain any kind of meaningful interaction after detonating. Her body took over and just starting fucking. She had come the closet with Erik after boot camp. Trixie had been more exhausted than she had ever been in her life. Maybe there was something to that?

  Perhaps recognizing the look on her face, Erik reached down with one of his massive hands and braced the back of her neck so that they could keep looking at each other. This was his way of keeping the connection between them, but his overpowering strength was one of her triggers.

  Trixie's eyes went wide as the onslaught shot through her body in two directions at once, rocketing up her spine and exploding in her nethers simultaneously. Her vision blurred from the rising heat as everything began to turn white around the edges. Trixie fought to hold on. She reached up and grabbed Erik’s muscular arm, digging her nails into his flesh. He winced in pain, but didn't complain. She was on fire, boiling over with more steam than she could contain.

  “Almost there… almost…

  Trixie had practically attacked him after he finished making them dinner and now she was on the verge of disappearing. She just needed to hang on for just a few more seconds. Trixie gushed out of herself and the world slid away. She hoped he wouldn’t think any less of her for giving in to the furnace.

  Trixie regained her senses in a start.

  “Did I make it? Did I get through it?”

  She was propped up against the wall in a corner of his kitchen, bruised apples littered around her feet. Erik was pointing a fan in her direction.

  “How long was I out?”

  “Not long.”

  Suddenly Trixie had an idea. A simple one, but it just might work.

  “You need to exhaust me.”

  “Uh, Trixie, you’re pretty exhausted right now. I don’t think you’ve ever released that quickly before.”

  “No, not right now. I mean something extracurricular. You need to push me harder than I’ve ever been pushed in my life. No holding back because I’m a girl or because you think I can’t take it. I can. I can take a lot more than most people think. I can take more than most men. I don’t care what it is. I can push through this threshold with my wits intact, but I need to have my physical limits challenged right beforehand, like they were at your boot camp, but even harder.”

  Erik smiled. “I can think of something that might do the trick, but it will take a bit of planning. If you give me your next weekend, I’ll put something together for us.”

  She placed a hand on his chiseled European face.

  “Why do you put up with me?” she asked.

  “Because it’s much better than not putting up with you,” he said.

  “You sir are a masochist.”

  “Ha! That’s what I was going to call you, especially for leaving your fate in my hands.”

  A week later and Trixie found herself holding onto the side of a mountain, strapped into a harness, and suspended by carabineers and lead lines high above the ground. Erik had been excited all week about the surprise. He kept checking back with Trixie to make sure she was still game for whatever he had in mind. Trixie cockily assured him that she could handle anything he could throw at her, no matter how daunting.

  Turns out that mountaineering -- or alpining as he called it -- had been a lifelong hobby for Erik, but not one he ever talked about or even shared with most people. He did it for personal pleasure and used the activity to get away from the work, people, and the city in general. That he was involving her in this very private form of escapism was a big deal, even if he didn’t say as much.

  The hike leading up to their climb had been arduous. Erik had prepared two backpacks, one for him and one for her, which she wasn’t permitted to open. Trixie reckoned she was carrying twenty pounds in weight, which was tiring, but she didn’t complain. The burden was miniscule compared to the one-hundred pound backpack Erik hefted. Trixie began to suspect what was in store for them only after they arrived at a sheer rock face.

  Camping gear was the least of it. They had been hauling all the equipment necessary to both ascend the mountain and repel down afterwa
rd. Erik took the lead in every way. He assured Trixie that he knew the climb intimately. So long as she did exactly what he said, they were safe. They would be climbing several hundred feet of vertical ground, but they would always be bound to the cliffside by his mountaineering gear.

  Trixie couldn’t say she was afraid of heights, but despite all the precautions Erik took, her heart was racing. Every time they cleared a few more feet, she couldn’t help but look down at their progress. The view was frightening at first, but as she adjusted to the dizzying height it became exhilarating. Then after the exhilaration wore off, it became exhausting, and there were still hundreds -- plural -- of feet left. To hear Erik sing the praises of rock climbing, it made him truly feel alive. He could be honest with himself, especially during a long climb.

  Trixie found herself reflecting on the past week. She managed to balance both men, but without telling Erik that she was seeing somebody else at the same time. Trixie had only seen him once after Monday, but that was no excuse. She had to tell him soon, today if she could, before he began to make even more special exceptions for her in his life. She was developing a tendency to bring these subjects up while doing extracurricular activities, and today felt like it would be the same.

  “Trixie, there’s something I need to get off my chest,” Erik said in a resigned tone of voice.

  Okay, that was unexpected. Did he already know that she was seeing somebody else? They were both in a locked leg position, resting on their skeletons rather than using their muscles. She crossed her arms and leaned back against a bearing rope.

  “Sure Erik, what is it?” she said, happy for any distraction.

  “After you came to see me at Bare All Fitness that first time, Vanessa and I got to talking. We weren’t exactly a couple, but our relationship was at a point where it could go either way. She pushed for an answer, but I didn’t give her one.”

  That certainly explained why Vanessa had been so covetous about Erik during the boot camp weekend.

  “I hope you don’t feel guilty about that," Trixie said, trying to take the high road. "I had just walked back into your life after all. You have a right to consider every option.”

  He looked up at Trixie for a moment, and then down again.

  “That wasn’t the only time she came at me aggressively. Vanessa tried to make something happen between us after boot camp as well.”

  Trixie wasn’t surprised. She lowered her eyes warily and continued listening as Erik kept talking.

  “I rebuffed her that time, but then she came at me a second time last weekend, while you were visiting with your friend.”

  Erik was fishing. He was curious to know more about her friend, but didn’t want to come right out and ask.

  “Uh-huh,” was all Trixie said, keeping him on the hook for now. His confession wasn’t done yet and she wanted to hear it all.

  “I wasn’t so strong that day,” he continued. “Vanessa and I, we have a lot of history. She was really persistent, like out-to-prove something persistent. I’ve never seen her like that before.”

  Trixie knew why. She had practically spelled out all of her shortcomings during that weekend. She was probably hell bent on proving her wrong.

  “So why are you telling me this now?” Trixie asked, barely managing to keep the resentment out of her voice.

  “Because of what I told you two weeks ago. Mainly that Vanessa and I weren’t a couple. I don’t want you to think we’ve been exclusive since then.”

  Okay, that stung. Here Erik was, racked with remorse over not being more forthcoming about a single encounter while she was constantly bouncing back and forth between two men. Still, she had never made any grand statements about not seeing anybody else, while Erik had made a point of saying as much. More pointedly, his dalliance had been with Vanessa and her prodigious meat flaps. Erik knew they didn’t get along, even if the conversation hadn’t come up.

  Trixie preferred to keep Vanessa beneath her notice, and now she was trapped in that stance, despite feeling like she might actually be a threat. Know matter what, she had to come clean about Cy, even if it meant pushing Erik towards Vanessa. Telling him was the right thing to do and she hated doing it.

  “You aren’t the only one. I haven’t been exclusive to you either.”

  Erik looked at her as if he had been slapped. The wind chose that moment to blow more insistently around them, buffeting them against the cliff side. Whether it was a chilly wind or a refreshing one, Trixie didn’t know yet.

  “Think of it this way,” she added, “This is your chance to get rid of me. All you have to do is cut these ropes and I’ll plummet out of your life forever.”

  Erik looked at the ropes in front of him and said nothing.

  “Accidents happen. We’re all alone. Nobody would ever know,” she said with a sing-song voice.

  Still no reaction from Erik.

  “You’re not actually considering it, are you?” Trixie finally said, feeling like she had to ask.

  “You wouldn’t deserve it.”

  “I know, right?” she said, trying to keep their conversation light.

  “I wanted to come clean with you on this climb, I just didn’t think you’d be doing the same with me. It was unexpected is all.”

  “You did say that rock climbing brings out honesty.”

  Erik smiled at that. “I did, didn’t I? Well there’s no point in stopping now.”

  6. Primal Ignition

  Erik turned away from the mountain and fixed his blue eyes on Trixie.

  “I want you all to myself.”

  Trixie let that hang in the air for moment, untouched, high above the ground. She didn’t even know how to respond. She wasn’t accustomed to dealing with such a possessive emotion, and so confidently expressed. Trixie didn’t usually get involved with men long enough for them to reach this point. Erik was putting himself out there, and she couldn’t say whether it was exciting or off-putting.

  “I’m fickle,” she said.

  “No you’re not. You know exactly what you want and you go for it.”

  He was right about that.

  “I’m selfish,” she added.

  “You look out for yourself. Everybody does that. What else you got?” Erik taunted. He was being more intractable than usual.

  “I’m voracious.”

  “You have an appetite, I’ll grant you that. Have I been exhausted by it yet?”

  “No, but then we haven’t been exclusive.”

  That stumped him. She wasn’t going to apologize for craving diversity. If he wanted to be exclusive, there was no point in pulling her punches now. He certainly wasn’t. It wouldn’t do either one of them any favors to hold back now.

  “Trixie, you have a hunger in you like no other woman I’ve ever met. It needs to be fed and won’t take no for an answer. I can handle that.”

  Trixie shook her head. He wasn’t getting it. Erik wanted to make it seem like there was nothing about her he couldn’t manage. That was a mistake.

  “I don’t want to be handled Erik. I need to feel wanted, a lot. It’s the greediest part of me and I’m okay with it. You can spend hours lovingly cooking dinner for us, but when the desire comes over me, it can end up on the floor for all I care. Anything between me and what I want is just an obstacle at that point. That can’t be appealing.”

  “I know you have more control over yourself than that,” Erik said.

  “That’s no guarantee I’ll exercise it. Nor will I be told how to feel!” she snapped back.

  Ouch. That came out passionately. Why was she being so defensive all of a sudden? Erik wasn’t trying to change who she was. He was simply stating what he wanted. She did it all the time. There was only one other person who bent Trixie to his will, but that was ancient history. Erik rallied quickly.

  “Trixie, this is what I know. I’m on the side of a mountain with a woman who I don’t have to be careful around for the first time in my life. You keep up with me constantly, no matter what we’r
e doing. And when we’re together, you take me, all of me, and keep coming back for more. You bring out my hunger, which I’ve always kept buried. You say that managing you is not enough? That you need to feel desired? I get that. I manage my desires constantly, but I don’t have to with you. I can own my appetite. I can be myself and unleash all the suppressed lust I’ve pent up for years because, until you came along, I’ve been afraid to really cut loose.

  “If you can do all of that for me, can you understand why I would want to do everything in my power to meet your needs?”

  Trixie reached out and cupped his face. She wanted to believe that the real Erik was a Viking who would take her body by force of strength, but actions are what mattered to her more than anything.

  “Are you sure about that Erik? Words are hollow.”

  Erik nodded stoically and said nothing.

  “Good. I’m not making any promises about exclusivity, but if that’s how you truly feel, then you need to get us up this mountain. Fast. No more safe climbing for my sake. I want to feel my threshold being pushed, like you promised me.”

  Erik smiled deviously, which Trixie found oddly reassuring.

  The next stretch was grueling. The higher they ascended, the more difficult every inch of progress became, but Trixie wouldn’t let herself slow down. She wanted the burn, needed to feel worn out when they reached the peak. Erik kept pace with her the whole time as they secured the lead lines for each other.

  The boot camp had tested her stamina and strength. Rock climbing did that as well, but also her willpower. She got angry at the cliff, that there was still more to climb. Then she was angry at herself for blaming the cliff. Then she railed against the cliff for being too easy. Trixie alternated between delirious pain and euphoric intoxication during the final stretch. She was going to beat this mountain, even it used every last one of her endorphins.

  And then, just like that, she arrived at the peak. Trixie pulled herself over the final ledge and stood atop the plateau. She surveyed the forest below like a conquering warlord. The view stretched off in every direction. No matter where she looked, it was devoid of civilization. Suddenly she didn’t want to be civilized anymore.