The air was somewhat cooler when I stepped out of the shower. My skin, still warm and damp from the steamy spray, pricked at the new sensation of the breeze sweeping through the house. He must have opened the windows to air the rooms.
I wrapped a small cotton bath towel around my naked body and walked into the living area, my bare feet padding across the polished wooden floor. I continued towards the open French doors that let in the ocean breeze from his patio.
The view was breathtaking. The bright rays of the full moon reflected off the waters. The waves rolled upon the shimmering sands of the beach and washed back into the ocean with a whoosh, and this was the backdrop to the leather recliner in front of the small round fire pit where my lover sat waiting for me.
I smiled and ran my fingers through my damp curls. My lover’s back was to me, dark hair slightly disheveled from where my hands had held into it earlier from our lovemaking on the kitchen counter, and he was still shirtless.
The glow of the fire gave his shoulders a strange orange tinge. Oddly, the beauty of nature outside and the amber glow inside made a mixture of wild and intimate, which was ‘exactly’ how I felt about this encounter.
I held the towel around my body. My full breasts threatened to spill over the top of the towel that barely covered the tops of my thighs. My long legs stuck out, making the whole look awkward against the tiny towel.
On a wicked whim, I let the towel fall to the floor before coming up behind him in the chair. There was, after all, no reason to clothe my body during a romantic moment like this.
My man was holding a glass of wine in his right hand, and I slid myself into the chair perched on the wide leather arm on his left side, allowing his arm to pull me into him and onto his lap.
It was a peaceful moment, a delicate time of silence, happiness, and the knowing that this was a rare moment that might not find a way to happen again in our lives.
“The moon is beautiful,” I softly said as I placed my arm around his neck and nuzzled the side of my right breast against his warm cheek.
“You look beautiful in the moonlight, Amy, every inch of you.” His reply made me blush and squirm on top of the towel wrapped around his waist.
His hand stroked my side, paying careful attention to the curve of my breast and then close detail to the shape of my thigh until I sighed into the side of his neck and kissed his earlobe.
He turned and smelled my freshly washed hair. “All clean from dessert, I see,” he said, referring to how he earlier had trailed whip cream down my body and devoured the strawberries he placed on my nipples, my navel, and lined the slit of my pussy until I exploded from the attention. It was something I would think about often.
I smiled at him and said, “It would seem that way.”
My hand stroked his chest and moved downward until I found the edge of the towel and looped my fingers inside. Smiling at him, I stood up and let my body hover over him in the chair.
One hand on the towel, with my other hand on the back of the chair, I kissed him slow and easy as my full breasts swayed and my hardened nipples brushed against the hair of his chest.
In one smooth motion, I slid down between his legs to my knees and pulled the towel open at the same time. The night air had the same tingling sensation on him as it had on me when I stepped out of the shower, and the thing I sought began to grow hard once again.
“There is still something I am craving,” I coyly said and licked my lips.
He watched my every move. Having me naked before him was a frequent fantasy in his mind. Along with the sounds I would make and the way I would move, the one that stood out the most was watching and feeling me take him inside my mouth.
My hands led the way, wrapping around the base of his shaft and stroking in slow, firm movements. My eyes filled with delight as I watched him grow harder within my grasp. It was all he could do not to lose control of himself just watching me. My motions turned a little faster, a little more kneading, and I looked up at him to watch his face for a moment.
His hand came down to caress my face. His thumb rolled down my bottom lip. I smiled at him, kissed his hand, then licked my lips before lowering to his waiting cock.
My tongue came out first to lick softly against the large head of his cock. I yearned to taste him and swirled my tongue around the head before taking his hard, delicious cock into my mouth.
His body stiffened, and he failed to hold back his moan. My mouth felt too good, too warm and inviting to him. He found himself leaning back against the chair and pushing his body forward to allow me better access.
His hands could not resist touching me in this moment of intimacy. He wrapped his fingers in my hair to stroke my scalp as I set a rhythm of sucking him in and out of my mouth and deep into my throat and then moving him out to the tip to swirl my tongue around his cockhead and taste the pre-cum oozing from his meatus.
He wanted to guide me, control my mouth, and feed me his semen when he was ready to climax. He applied pressure to the base of my skull, moving me into the rhythm he liked best. His intentions were encouraged by me as my hand ran between his thighs and cupped his balls, and I moaned my approval with him deep inside my throat.
The sensation was overwhelming to his senses, and he arched his back, closed his eyes, and gave in to the intense pleasure that I was giving him.
All the images he had of me when he would masturbate in his quiet moments, all the sounds and moments we had shared this very night flooded his mind, which mingled with the beautiful image of my thick curls entwined in his hands, and my bedroom-brown eyes watching him as his cock slid in and out of my mouth. The reality and the fantasy blurred into one, and he felt himself building towards a crescendo earlier than he had expected.
His hips rocked against my face, and one of my hands moved to stroke his shaft in the rhythm of my bobbing head. I leaned back and stroked his cock while I looked up at him. He leaned up to look down at me on my haunches to watch him as I stroked his cock.
I dipped down to nip at his inner thigh, then kissed a path to his belly. Then I stopped and looked up at him again. “It’s okay for you to cum inside my mouth. I am dying to taste you,” I softly said.
Having said it, I bent my head down and took him deep into my mouth. My tongue flicked the backside of his shaft and pressed firm along the length. Slurping and drooling, I swirled his cockhead with my open lips and tongue.
I felt him tense, his balls drawing in and his hips thrusting up with stronger passion. Knowing he was close, I sucked his cock harder, along with the sounds of my hungry moans of anticipation.
His hands began to clutch my hair and hold my head closer to him. His breathing deepened, and then, with a sudden thrust, the moment happened. His hot, salty semen quickly filled my mouth. Every delicious squirt came with a heavy grunt, and I held him in my mouth, loving the feel of him squeezing the last drops from his nuts. Knowing the pleasure I was giving him gave me pleasure all my own.
He came harder than I expected after our evening of lovemaking. I accepted it, enjoyed it, and swallowed it all. With one last spasm, I pulled my mouth slowly upward of his slackening cock.
He had called my name in his moment of release, and now he was breathing hard and watching me relaxing as I leaned against the chair with my head between his thighs. I allowed him time to collect himself.
Minutes later, he pulled me into his lap again and kissed me over and over. His hands shook as he held me in his lap. “You are an amazing woman, Amy. That was amazing,” he whispered.
I curled into his arms. I was happy that I pleased him. Together, we watched the ocean waves wash ashore and enjoyed the peaceful evening we shared.
