Ecstacy- A Book of Temptations

Under the Moonlight

The golden light of the setting sun filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the park. Cicely and August walked side by side, hand in hand, waiting for the sun to set.

"Why is the sun not setting?" August whined, looking at the peeking sun bout to set.
Cecliy just eyed August, ignoring him.
"It's getting late," Cicely murmured, though she made no move to turn back.
"We have time," August replied, his voice a low rumble that felt like part of the dusk. He squeezed her hand, his thumb tracing circles on her palm, a simple touch that sent a current straight through her.

The evening was warm, the breeze gentle, and the distant sounds of the city faded into the background as they ventured deeper into the secluded paths.
As they reached a quiet grove, surrounded by towering trees that whispered in the wind,
Without a word, he pulled her close, his lips meeting hers in a slow, tender kiss.
The kiss deepened, their mouths moving together with growing urgency. The tenderness ignited into a deeper hunger. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him, and the kiss deepened, becoming less about exploration and more about possession. Cicely gasped into his mouth, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

August's hands slid down her back, gripping her hips possessively before one trailed lower, brushing over the curve of her ass. Cicely gasped into his mouth as his fingers traced the seam of her pants, teasing, testing.
Then, with a rough exhale, August slipped his hand between her legs, palming her through the fabric. She was already wet, her body aching for his touch. He groaned against her lips, fingers fumbling with the waistband of her pants before sliding beneath, past the lace of her panties.

The first brush of his fingers against her bare skin sent a jolt through her. She was drenched, her folds slick with need. August traced her entrance, circling slowly, teasingly, before pushing a finger inside without warning. Cicely moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing rough, desperate circles.
Their kisses turned messy, their breaths ragged. August added a second finger, stretching her, his pace relentless. Cicely's hips rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure coiling tight in her core.

While his fingers explored her, he took her other hand and guided it down. She felt the hard ridge of his cock his tip wet with precum, and her breath hitched. He pressed her palm around his cock, and she could feel the powerful, insistent throb. He was rock hard. She gripped him tentatively ribbing his wet tip, and he groaned, a raw, desperate sound that vibrated through his chest into hers.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "God, Cicely," he whispered, his voice husky with want. He took himself in his other hand. "I want my cock near your pussy. I need to feel you." He guided himself, rubbing the hard, silken tip of his length against her wet, sensitive clit. The friction was a torture.

Suddenly they froze, hearts hammering in unison, as the sound of distant footsteps swept through the trees and the sound of laughter carried on the still air. Another couple was walking on a path some yards away.
August slowly withdrew his finger from her clenching heat, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips and sucked them looking at the couple walking away, his eyes dark and unashamed. The act was so primal, so shockingly intimate, that Cicely felt a fresh wave of heat flood her. She found it unbearably hot.

The moment the coast was clear, a new boldness seized August. He sank to his knees before her. He lifted her shirt and slipped her bra up, exposing her tits to the cool evening air. Her nipples tightened instantly. He didn't hesitate, leaning forward to take one taut peak into his mouth. His tongue was hot and wet, laving and circling until she was gasping, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance. He suckled deeply while his hand kneaded her other breast, sending twin arcs of pleasure straight to her core.

Then his hands went to her pants, unbuttoning them and slipping her panties down just enough. He buried his face between her legs, and his tongue found her center. Cicely shuddered violently at the feel of it, a soft, keening sound escaping her lips. It was the first time anyone had ever touched her there like that. Her hands flew to his head, her fingers threading through his hair. She pushed slightly, a reflexive gesture of overwhelmed nerves, but she didn't mean it, not at all. She urged him closer.

"August," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Up. Get up."
He rose, his lips shining in the moonlight. She pushed him gently, and he lay back on a bed of soft moss and fallen leaves. Cicely got on her knees, sitting next to him, her eyes fixed on his cock, standing proud and hard against his stomach. She gripped him in her hand, marveling at the girth of his cock. She looked into his eyes as she leaned down, her pink tongue darting out to kitten-lick the bead of precum from his tip. The taste was musky, salty, uniquely him. All while looking him in the eye.

She licked him from base to tip, making him slick and ready.
"Mhmm you taste so good" she hummed tasting his precum Then, holding his gaze, she slowly took him into her mouth. She moved inch by inch, her lips stretching to accommodate him. August's breath left him in a rush. He threw his head back, a curse torn from his lips as she worked her mouth on him, taking him deeper into her throat.
But she wasn't finished. She rose up, straddling his lap properly. Her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, but he caught her wrists.
"Cicely," he warned, his voice strained.
She paid no heed. Instead, she positioned herself, taking his hard cock and rubbing it against her soaked, aching clit. The sensation made them both moan. She leaned down, kissing his mouth messily, passionately, before moving her lips down his chest, painting his skin with her marks, claiming him.

With a surge of strength, August flipped them over, pinning her gently beneath him. He took his cock and rubbed the tip through her wetness, teasing her entrance. He worked his hips, rubbing himself against her clit, the friction building a coil of pleasure low in her belly, all while the thrilling fear of getting caught made every sensation more intense.

Again, the crunch of footsteps on a nearby sidewalk-farther away this time, but enough to shatter the moment. They stilled, holding their breath until the sound faded completely.
The spell was broken. The reckless urgency faded, replaced by a tender exhaustion. August slipped off her and lay beside her on the cool ground. They stared up at the sky, where the first brave stars were pricking through the deep indigo canvas, a full moon.

After a few quiet minutes, Cicely turned on her side to face him. She reached out, taking his still-hard cock in her hand. He was slick with her arousal. She began to stroke him, slowly at first, then faster, her eyes locked on his face in the moonlight. She sat up, leaned forward, and spat onto her hand, using it to slick her movements, working him harder, "St-stop" he moaned "I'm gonna cum" watching the tension build in his body until, with a guttural cry, he came into her hand, his release hot and pulsing.
Curious, she brought her fingers to her lips, but he gently caught her wrist, a soft, almost whining protest on his lips. He shook his head, a tender, exhausted smile on his face. "Don't" he took a tissue and cleaned her hand with a quiet reverence.
"I Love You Cecilly " August said, gazing at her with so much love.
"I Love You more"
Wordlessly, he helped her up. He fixed her bra, pulled down her shirt, and helped her put on her heels with a tenderness that made her heart ache. He tucked himself away and did up his own pants.
Hand in hand, they walked out of the shadow of the trees and into the silver light of the parking lot. They didn't speak. They didn't need to. The memory of the shadows, the taste of the night air, and the feel of each other was a language all its own. They left the park together, happily, the world forever changed.