The Secret Waterfall

The island was even more beautiful than Amos and Olivia had planned for. Everything about it was emerald green and sapphire blue. The ocean was crystal clear, a color of turquoise that neither of them thought existed, and the entire island was dotted with swaying palm trees that faded into lush, rolling hills. 

“Have you ever seen anything like it?” Amos said as he stood behind Olivia on the balcony of their villa. 

Olivia hummed and nodded her head. “It’s amazing. I’m so grateful we got the chance to come here. How many vacations have we actually had as a married couple? Only one?”
“Yes, but now we’re here. On this beautiful island for two whole weeks. Let’s make the most of it.” He brought his head around to kiss the side of her neck, making Olivia shiver with pleasure.

“Don’t forget what’s on the agenda tomorrow,” Olivia said, through her smile. “We’re on a mission to find the secret waterfall I told you about.”

Amos groaned in her ear. “Yes, but tonight. . . it’s all about me and you.”

He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back into the room, and Olivia closed the balcony door with an excited squeal.

The next day, Olivia and Amos were making their way through the vibrant green jungle, the sun peeking through the tree canopy. It was a humid, hot day, but the cover of the leaves overhead made the heat bearable. 

“I can’t believe there’s no one else out here,” said Olivia, as she followed Amos along the narrow footpath. “I know Google said this place was secret, but still—I thought there would be a few other people at least.”

Amos threw his hands up in the air. “Their loss. Maybe that means we’ll have the whole place to ourselves.”

Only a few minutes later, the jungle faded away into a rocky shoreline leading into a bright blue pool at the base of a beautiful, gushing waterfall. Olivia and Amos appeared from the trees and stared up at the water, both of them in awe.

Olivia was the first one to strip down. She pulled her flowy summer dress off over her head, revealing her slim, tan body decked out in a bright yellow bikini. Amos couldn’t take his gaze off of her as he pulled off his t-shirt, so that he was just in his swim trunks.

“Oh my god!” Olivia cried as she waded into the pool. “It feels perfect.”

The water was calm and still, the perfect cool temperature against their damp skin. The trek here had been sticky, but this pool made up for it. Amos immediately pulled Olivia against him. She felt weightless in the water, and she wrapped her legs around her husband’s waist.

She pushed her fingers through his dark curly hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pouted his lips out for a kiss. “Now, let’s see what’s behind this waterfall.”

Amos walked them through the pouring water, making Olivia laugh as the water gushed over her head. It felt refreshing, so she didn’t mind that it ruined her hair.

Behind the waterfall was a smooth rock that was the perfect height for Amos to lift his wife up onto. 

“What are you doing, mister?” she laughed, as Amos sank his body back down into the water and pushed Olivia’s legs apart.

Amos didn’t say anything. His deep brown eyes looked up at her face as he began to stroke her pussy through the thin material of her bathing suit bottoms. He found her clit and began to slowly massage her there, making a chill run down Olivia’s spine.

She looked down and watched Amos start to untie the sides of her string bikini. The wet fabric fell away from her body, exposing her pussy. Amos reached out his fingers and dragged them across her entrance and up to her clit.

Olivia shuddered. “Fuck, baby. Should we. . . what if someone. . .” she stammered, unable to get the words out.

Amos bit his lip. “I think we’ll be fine. Plus, we’re hidden back here.” He had to speak loudly over the sound of the fall.

Olivia’s breath caught in her throat as Amos gripped her thighs and held them apart. He lowered his head and began to kiss the inside of her legs, the sensitive skin that he rarely ever touched. Olivia trembled underneath him, which made Amos’s cock twitch. 

“Amos,” Olivia said breathlessly, looking down at her husband’s lips on her thighs. She felt so sensitive and electrified, in a way she never did back home. It must have been the atmosphere, she figured, this beautiful waterfall and the sound of heavy water falling.

Finally, after a few long, delicious moments of teasing, Amos pressed his mouth right up against Olivia’s smooth pussy, breathing her in. He inhaled her and kissed every part of her, from her damp entrance to her thick glossy lips to her clit. Each kiss made Olivia moan more and more.

Amos stuck out his tongue and repeated the same pattern, licking every part of her pussy. He tongued her hole for a moment, vaguely tasting the salty slickness there, before working his way back up to her clit. 

“Holy shit.” Olivia’s voice sounded choked. She had had her eyes closed, but she opened them now. This moment would only happen once in a lifetime, she realized. She wanted to take it all in: Amos’s wet face between her legs, the bright blue water sparkling behind them, and the sound of birds and monkeys screeching beyond the waterfall. It all seemed surreal. 

Amos’s tongue was massaging slow, gentle circles over Olivia’s clit. He could feel Olivia’s thighs shaking on either side of his face. 

“Fuuuuck,” she groaned, reaching down to run her fingers through her husband’s hair. “That feels so good, baby.”

Amos knew just what she liked. Back home, work was so crazy. They both had hectic schedules and rarely got the time to be intimate, especially like this—slow, steady, and sensual.

While his tongue splayed out against her clit, Amos began to press two fingers against Olivia’s entrance. She was sticky and wet, and he worked his fingers deeper inside of her.

“FUCK!” Olivia yelped, suddenly sitting forward. The feeling of intrusion was intense, but felt incredible. 

Amos smiled against her pussy as he began to stroke his fingers back and forth, sweeping them in the deepest parts of Olivia. He found a steady, consistent rhythm between his hand and his tongue, moving them in alternating motions. Olivia seemed to go crazy for it, her whole body shaking and writhing underneath him.

“Amos,” she panted. “Keep going,” she said, her voice strained at the top. 

Olivia gripped the edge of the rock, her knuckles white as she held on. The pleasure was building inside of her, a slow swirling feeling that was only getting stronger and stronger.

“Fuck!” she finally shouted. “I’m gonna cum!”

Those were the magic words that Amos wanted to hear. His eyes flicked upwards to watch his wife’s face contort into a different expression, with a wide-open mouth and big, frantic eyes. Her jaw opened and closed like she was making wordless sound as her climax crashed and rolled over her entire body. Her toes curled as they hung off the edge of the walk, and Amos didn’t let up the whole time. His tongue and fingers kept moving, his hands spreading her apart even farther, which only prolonged the sensation for Olivia.

Finally, Olivia’s body began to relax, and Amos withdrew his fingers. He moved his hand towards his mouth, and Olivia watched in awe as her husband licked her wetness from his hand. 

“Mmm,” he moaned, enjoying the taste of her stickiness. “You taste so good, baby.”

He lowered his head back down to Olivia’s sensitive pussy and began to lap up her wetness there. She let out a long, low sigh and closed her eyes at Amos’s skilled, soft tongue.

“Can we just stay here forever?” she said blissfully. “I don’t want to leave this spot.”

Amos turned his head to the side and kissed his way across Olivia’s thighs once more before finally rising up to standing. He smiled down at his wife, who was reluctantly pulling her bikini bottoms back on and retying them. 

She reached up to wrap her arms around Amos’s neck, kissing his skin there and moaning into his ear.

“When we get back home,” she said, “I hope you know how much I’m going to repay the favor.”

Amos pulled back to look into Olivia’s big blue eyes. He raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah? Tell me more.”

Olivia giggled and finally slid her body off of the rock, with the help of her husband.

“I’m not telling you,” she laughed. “You’ll just have to wait and see. Come on.”

They walked through the cool stream of water pouring down over the rocks above them, and it felt refreshing against their hot skin. Then they lowered their bodies back into the blue pool, floating along without a care in the world.