we are exiting the car and heading to the entrance. Carlos insists on paying for our entry, I argue the point hard, as so far, he has provided two expensive hire cars and a private flight, but he has none of it. I settle with insisting that I pay for our lunch.
The site itself is stunning, reading through the brochure its also huge, eighty square foot to be exact. We decide just to do one of the routes, rather than the whole place, and head toward the main pyramid, the Nohoch Mul.
White dirt roads weave through the thick forest, branching off on occasion to clearings that house temples and buildings, in various stages of decay.
To his credit, Carlos humours me, exploring every tiny path way, almost hidden by over grown plants, and climbs every one so we can take photos of us together at the top.
Living here, he must have done this all before, but he matches my excitement the whole way round.
We come across an archway with a tree growing out the top, it’s roots exposed, entangled with the stone of the arch; standing at the opening Carlos wraps one arm around me and stoops to kiss me. I’m expecting a little smooch, but he pushes his lips hard against mine, then parts his own, giving his tongue open access to my own. Just as I’m returning his vigour he pulls away smirking.
“What are you smirking about?” I ask. He brings his arm down and turns the camera so he can look at his handiwork. Giggling he turns it for me to see; the picture has caught a perfect angle, you can see the top of the arch, the tree roots flowing down each side, the sunlight streaming through in magical sparkling streams, and us, framed between them. My arms are locked around his neck, one hand grabbing his hair, and his spare hand can just be seen firmly planted on my bum.
“Nice, you have a real knack for this”
“For taking pictures or for kissing?” he asks, now snaking both arms around my hips.
“Hmmmmm….” I pretend to have to think over my answer, “Both” I finally answer him.
We fall into a softer, more sensual kiss which makes me wish we had just stayed in bed today. He slips his hand masterfully up my leg, under my dress, making me squeal, “What are you up to?” I whisper, my eyes darting round to see if we have been spotted making this very public display of affection.
“There’s no-one here, we could just have a little fun” he suggests, running the tip of his nose up my neck and kissing my jaw line.
“Are you serious?” I breathe, shocked by his proposal for blatant outdoor pursuits. He nods eagerly, his trademark impish grin spread across his face.
“What about me taking it easy? Thought I wasn’t allowed to partake in any strenuous activity?” I tease, knowing full well I am more desperate for this, than he is.
“I’ll be doing all the work sweetness, you can just enjoy the ride” God he’s smooth!
I quickly take another scan around, confirming that there isn’t a soul in sight, then nod, accepting his advances.
Crouching down in front of me, he runs his hands up the outside of my thighs, hitching my dress up with his fingers as he does; when he reaches my pants he hooks his two little fingers into the elastic and gently tugs them free, sliding them down my legs so I can step out of them. He then casually throws them over his shoulder to the ground, beaming up at me. Leaning forward he begins to kiss and lick his way up my inner thigh; on occasion he stops and sucks an area, flicking his tongue over my flesh, then bares his teeth and nips me. It’s not hard, doesn’t even leave a mark, but the mix of sensations, soft lips, wet tongue, pain, rushing across my skin, lights a fuse inside of me, I’m already raring to go. I bend my knees bringing him closer to the prize, but he is intent on taking his sweet time.
A Rustle in the bushes to my left, catches my attention, Carlos does not seem to notice, or care, as he continues to tease me; I scan the area, but all I can see is dense forest. There could potentially be any number of people just inside watching us. My concern is instantly lost when he pushes his tongue into me; swirling it around then moving up