In the stillness of a summer night, two figures lay entwined beneath the silver glow of the moon. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and desire, as the man traced the curve of the woman’s breast with his fingers, his thumb gently caressing her swollen nipple. Her skin was soft, like silk against his rougher touch, and a small sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into his embrace.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She smiled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble that had grown since their last encounter.
“So are you,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths. His hands roamed over her body, lingering on the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. She pressed herself against him, feeling the hard length of his cock straining against his pants.
Breaking their kiss, she trailed her lips down his neck, nipping at his earlobe, eliciting a low moan from him. She continued her path downwards, her lips finding his nipples, teasing them to hard peaks with her tongue. He gasped, his fingers tightening in her hair as she continued her journey downwards.
She reached the waistband of his pants, her fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. He lifted his hips, allowing her to slide his pants down his legs, his cock springing free. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking him from root to tip, her thumb swirling over the head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had formed there.
He groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as she took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his shaft, her tongue swirling around him. She sucked him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she drew back, her lips sliding up his shaft. She repeated the motion, over and over, until he was panting, his fingers tangled in her hair.
“Enough,” he gasped, pulling her up to him. “I want to taste you.”
She straddled his hips, her wet pussy hovering above his cock. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. She moaned, her head falling back as he continued his ministrations. His other hand found her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.
She was wet, her juices slick on his fingers as he slid them inside her. She moaned, grinding down on his hand, her hips moving in time with his fingers. He added a second finger, curling them inside her, finding that spot that made her moan louder.
“Please,” she begged, her hips moving faster. “I want you inside me.”
He removed his fingers, guiding his cock to her entrance. She sank down on him, taking him deep inside her. They both moaned as he filled her, their bodies moving together in a primal dance.
He gripped her hips, guiding her as she rode him, her breasts bouncing with each movement. His thumb found her clit again, rubbing it in time with her movements. She moaned, her head thrown back, her hair brushing against his thighs.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her movements becoming erratic as she neared her climax.
He thrust up into her, harder, faster, his fingers digging into her hips as he chased his own release. She moaned, her pussy clenching around him as she came, her orgasm sending him over the edge.
They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they came down from their high.
“I love you,” he whispered, his lips finding her ear.
“I love you too,” she replied, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, as the moon continued its journey across the sky, the silver light bathing their bodies in its soft glow.
