Lucrecia's Legacy

Autumn Lovers

You met me in the front yard, your eyes sparkling with delight.
It was so late, the hour of bewitching long passed.
Everything laid covered by darkness, including you and I, yet still you glowed so bright.
Who are you that your pale skin can steal from the moon, that your eyes can glow in even the darkest shadow cast?
I touched your face, rubbing your chilled cheek and you wrapped your arms around my neck.
A few mumbled words came from you, yet they were torn away by the cold October wind.
You took my hands and danced with me, our bodies gliding through the frosted grass, till we came at last to the wooden deck.
You sat down and pulled me along, releasing your overcoat that you had merely pinned.
You gasped as the cold night air brushed your chest, causing your skin to goose-flesh and your nipples to stiffen, then you laughed.
Still laying flat on the deck, I was caught unaware as you took my hand and laid it to a breast, it's soft, firm form more than even I could hold in a hand.
You shivered at the cold, yet slowly undid your pants, then took them off, flinging them to a corner along with a slipper, I stared at you as though you were daft.
You saw my look, but only smiled and spread your legs, putting a hand between your thighs and rubbing yourself, then took hold of your panties band.
I stopped you with a kiss that you returned, wrapping your arms around me and pulling me down.
You said my name ever so quietly as I kissed the hollow of your neck, then the smooth skin of your breasts, to end in the valley between.
As I reached under your panties to your molten flesh, you gave a cry that I was afraid would wake the town.
You smiled sheepishly, yet no one came, so I kissed your inner thighs and licked around the edges of your panties, the effort of not crying out causing you to stare into the sky as though the stars held a message you could glean.
I slid the crotch of your panties aside and kissed you there.
You stopped breathing for a moment, then you started up again with a hitching sigh.
You reached down and touched yourself, and I kissed your caressing fingers before pushing them away, to lick you with the gentlest of care.
You moaned softly, unable to keep it in, then you gasped as I slid my tongue in and you stifled a cry.
I made love to you there, on the deck, the world around disappeared, the cold no longer reaching me and I could tell you didn't notice it either, your world now consisted of my tongue, my lips, my fingers and your searing flesh.
You often clenched your teeth, forcing a particularly piercing cry to remain unvoiced as I pushed you to climax too many times to even count.
Afterwards, as I helped you put your clothes back on, the cold having returned with a seemingly stronger bite, you whispered something to me that I could not hear, yet none the less understood, for we knew each other to the deepest, as we had now begun to mesh.
I pulled you to me and kissed your lips, you smiled and shuddered in the cold, I rubbed your back and kissed your hair, then we parted with a lingering touch and a few words as the steps to the house you started to mount.