#3030: Golden Circle, Iceland
Original photo: @smilemakerscollection
Beta and Eljar, a passionate couple, finally take their long-awaited day trip through Iceland’s Golden Circle. But as the natural wonders ignite something primal between them, they quickly discover that the beauty of the landscape isn’t the only thing heating up.
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We had wanted to take this trip for the longest time, and when the opportunity finally arrived, I couldn’t pass it up. I’d told Eljar again and again how much I wanted to see the Golden Circle, and for our anniversary, he surprised me with the gift of a day-long adventure.
We dressed appropriately—practical boots, layered clothes. Maybe not sexy, but sensible. I wanted to stay warm and avoid aching feet, and Eljar was on the same page. Function over fashion—for now.
Our first stop was Þingvellir National Park. It was a long and tiring walk, but being in a place where the Earth's tectonic plates had pulled apart felt almost sacred. Ancient. It was humbling, realizing how small we were compared to what existed before us. As I paused to take it all in, Eljar would stop too. His attention mirrored mine, his awe matched mine—and it reminded me, again, why I had chosen him. He was exactly the partner I needed, not just for this trip, but for life.
Next, we visited the geothermal area—Strokkur and the surrounding geysers. There was little vegetation, only strange colors painted across the terrain like an artist's palette—greens, blues, ochres, reds. It was breathtaking.
We watched a geyser erupt, hot water shooting so high into the sky that we had to stay far back to avoid getting burned. It impressed and terrified me. Nature was so powerful, and we were so small—so soft by comparison. Eljar felt the same. We talked about it, quietly marveling at how delicate human life really was next to these raw, elemental forces.
Then came Gullfoss. That waterfall… it didn’t just look powerful—it felt powerful. Like a crack in the world had opened and water was spilling into it, trying to mend something ancient. Each moment of the trip made me feel more connected to something bigger. Some might find that idea overwhelming, but I found it freeing. Humbling. It made me feel that as long as we tried to do right by ourselves and others, we were doing enough.
After all the walking, we finally arrived at our last stop—the Secret Lagoon. I couldn’t wait to slide into the hot spring, aching muscles begging for relief. We changed into swimsuits and dipped into the water. Despite the chill in the air, the moment we were submerged, warmth enveloped us.
We joked and splashed each other, both of us grinning like kids. Then, purely by accident, my leg brushed against Eljar’s groin—and everything changed. His eyes widened at the sensation, and I couldn’t help but repeat the motion just to see that look again. He pulled me close and murmured that we were still in public—that I was playing with fire.
But that wasn’t a warning. It was an invitation.
I pressed myself against him, my legs wrapping around his waist, hands looped over his shoulders. I began to grind against him through his swim trunks. He groaned, buried his face in my neck, whispering how reckless this was. But I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to. I wanted to feel wanted. I wanted him to lose control.
As I kept moving, his grip on my thighs tightened. We were both beyond the point of no return, our desire pushing against restraint. He finally gave in, whispering that we’d find a private spot—but he needed relief first. There was no way he could walk out of the spring with a full erection.
I giggled at the idea—but I was more than ready to help.
I slid my hand into his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his cock, stroking it slowly at first, then faster. He shuddered, muttering that someone might notice if he came in the water. I assured him he wouldn’t have to.
Then I dipped beneath the surface and took him into my mouth.
His cock pulsed against my tongue, and within seconds he came, his release hitting the back of my throat as I swallowed every drop—something I’d done many times before, but never quite like this.
Resurfacing, I grinned and asked if he was ready for more. He nodded. We left the spring hand in hand, searching for someplace private to let our desire burn freely.
We found it: a row of unused changing cabins. With the cold weather, most people were using the main building to change, leaving this area blissfully empty. My black bikini didn’t draw attention, but I still hoped no one had followed us.
Once inside the furthest cabin, Eljar turned to me and wasted no time. He pushed me against the wall and began to kiss my neck, yanking off my bikini top as he whispered how torturous the teasing had been. I laughed, reminding him that it worked—he wanted me so badly he couldn’t wait.
That only made him more eager.
He kissed and sucked my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue. My body melted under his touch. I wanted him. I needed him. Now.
He pulled down my bikini bottoms and lifted me up by the thighs, spreading my legs as he pinned me against the wall. When his cock brushed against my pussy, I welcomed him, feeling the familiar stretch of him filling me.
He started to fuck me, hard and deep—no gentleness, no patience. Just raw, animal need. It felt perfect. Our bodies moved in sync, our breathing aligned, as I clung to him, moaning into his ear, barely able to hold it in.
I came first, my pussy clenching around him like a vice. He followed, his release driving deep inside me as we both fought to keep quiet.
He set me down, but I wasn’t done.
I turned around, placing my hands against the wall and arching my back, my ass high and ready. He entered me again, and the sensation was even more intense. His thrusts were rougher, faster, more desperate. His body slapped against mine, the wet sound of our sex filling the small cabin.
He kissed my neck, nipped my shoulder. I felt the orgasm build inside me again, growing hotter and hotter until I couldn’t keep my voice down. I moaned his name as my body shuddered, shaking with pleasure. He held me tight, cock still buried inside me, as if he didn’t want to let go.
Eventually, we redressed and left the cabin, hoping no one heard us—but if they had, I didn’t care. Anyone who had seen the beauty of that place would understand why we gave in to the moment.
I knew I’d never forget this trip.
And I knew we’d be back again.