Fire in the Moonlight

In the glow of the moonlight and crackling fire, leaves whispered and crickets chirped. Lightning bugs blinked in and out of existence. The rest of the world stood still, and it was just us and nature beneath the stars.

Hours of conversation slipped by as the fire crackled warmly. I slowly nudged closer until my bare legs were folded between his, and we were almost nose to nose.

My hand dropped to the inner side of his thigh, and I stroked circles as he spoke. His breath faltered. I tilted my head with a slight smile, daring him to make a move. When he didn’t, I inched my hand a little higher.

He stopped mid sentence. “If you don’t stop, I won’t be able to help myself.”

Keeping eye contact, my thumb brushed over the growing bulge in his jeans. His breath hitched and he swallowed.

I bit my lip and noticed his eyes lower, watching me. “You’re right. We should go to bed,” I said, disentangling my legs and standing up.

He growled and pulled me onto his lap in one smooth, commanding motion.

I looked up at him, surprised. With his quiet demeanor, I had fully expected my teasing to go unanswered.

His fingers found their way behind my neck, gently tangling in my soft waves and sending chills down my spine. When he pulled me forcibly to him, I couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped.

Leaning forward, his lips barely brushed mine, but it lit a fire at my core. He ran his tongue across my lips softly until they parted, so he could caress every part of my mouth.

Without warning, his mouth crashed against mine, hard, while his other hand found its way behind my back, making me melt against him.

My fingers danced across his back, torn between clawing him closer and wanting to run my hands across every inch of his body.

He broke away, and I finally remembered to breathe. I forgot again a mere moment later as his lips found my neck, injecting a jolt of pure pleasure into my veins. His hands explored from the hem of my shirt to the top of my collarbone, leaving a fiery trail behind him.

I adjusted myself so I was straddling him and kissed him deeply as I rocked over his erection.

Long fingers grazed the swell of my breasts and I shivered. Dipping into my shirt and beneath my bra, he took turns mapping out each one with his hands before rolling the taught beads in his fingertips. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips, and he quickly inhaled the sound with a kiss. His fingers grazed my lower back and hips as he found the hem of my shirt, lifted it, and tossed it to the side in one smooth motion. Reaching around, he unclasped my bra quickly, discarding it similarly.

Hungry eyes met mine for a mere second before his mouth proceeded to worship each nipple. My head fell back, and I clutched him closer as his tongue swirled.

Moving his lips up to kiss me again, he removed his jacket and my hands immediately started exploring. Without warning, he picked me up as if I weighed nothing and threw the jacket on the ground before gently laying me over the top.

My hands desperately grasped at his shirt before yanking it over his head. I kissed his neck and continued to roam downwards, my mouth following my fingers. I slowed my pace as I traced his V lines and everywhere other than the spot he wanted touched most.

When I finally brushed over his bulge, it throbbed in anticipation. His hands immediately took the gesture as an invite to explore similar areas on my own body. He greedily unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down to start one of the most selfless acts. But he took his time. Starting with my feet, he gave them a quick massage in passing as he kissed my ankles, before leaving an entire trail of pleasure as he worked his way closer to my core. His fingers slipped beneath the edge of my lace panties and brought them down my legs, nearly ripping the fabric in the process.

Bringing his face up to kiss me again, his tongue dove in to find mine just as his finger slid easily into the wet folds of my skin. Another swallowed moan. He searched and found my pleasure point in mere seconds, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. Then his mouth was on me and I was tingling, fevered, and delirious as my entire body broke out in chills. My heart beat ferociously with each quick flick of his tongue. My back arched, my legs shook, and my breaths were shallow as I released, pulsing beneath him. I heard an ocean in my ears as the waves of pleasure hit my body again and again, threatening to pull me under, in an eternal state of ecstasy.

I closed my eyes, ready to fall asleep then and there. After a few minutes of pure bliss, I focused on steadying my breathing. Then it was his turn. I straddled him and began my slow, tantalizing torture.