A little warmer than the others. Have a nice weekend.
The last traces of sunlight faded into the night sky. The fire snapped;
embers escaping like fireflies. The lake sauntered carelessly to the shore
in quiet peaceful laps. They sat in silence, lost in the serenity of the
moment and each other’s company. Her neighbors had made a good selection in
Dave Koz and Miles Davis. Soft trumpets and sax floated throught the trees. She sighed contentedly.
“More wine?” he asked startling her a little.
“mmm no. Better not. I feel it already.”
He poured anyway. She smiled. He rested behind her, his arms dangling across her knees as she sat cross-legged in front of him. They talked about music and their jobs. They laughed about kids. The breeze picked up. She settled against him, sipping her wine, staring into the fire; enjoying the heat from both. His thumbs trailed small circles around the backs of her knees. It drove her crazy. He felt her shiver just a little.
“Cold?” but he knew she wasn’t. She grinned.
“No. That feels good.”
“Oh?”
He nuzzled her hair and kissed the nape of her neck. Her head tilted just a little and she giggled.
“And that?” he whispered.
“Tickles.”her shoulders shrunk up as she said it.
He could feel her smiling. “I’ll stop...” he teased and pulled away.
“You don’t have to.” Her voice was small; a little husky.
She took his hands and pulled him closer.He kissed her again; his lips barely touching her shoulders, dipping to lightly brush along her back. This was another weak spot for her. She couldn't think. The goose bumps scattered along her spine and down her arms. She sighed heavily; her back straightening just a little. Still holding his hands she moved them along her thighs, her muscles tightening with a growing want. His kiss became a little rougher, his tongue tasting the combination of her lotion and the salt of her skin. His hand lay across her belly, pulling playfully at her thin sweater.
“It’s in my way…Lil Miss.”
“I think I agree.” She laughed and began to unbutton it. His hands stopped her;quickly plucking at the pearl buttons himself. She twisted under his touch as he smoothed her skin, unhooked her bra, cupping her breasts. Her nipples instantly responded to him. Her breath hitched in her throat. She reached up over her head stretching beautifully against him. She moaned softly.
The fire hissed. They didn’t hear it. It popped. They were oblivious. She rose to her knees, turning to see him. She held his chin in her hands, tracing its angles with her small fingers. He looked at her. Her eyes were bright and intense as they studied him. At first he thought he saw doubt cloud her pretty face, but if it was there, it vanished the instant she touched his lips with hers. He liked almost tasting the wine on her mouth and tongue. Her kiss was searching, growing more insistent. He pulled away, nuzzling her collarbone. She leaned back into his arms. His lips whispered against her flesh; his tongue curiously, slowly tracing the curves of her body. She purred his name. He glanced to see her bite her lip, her eye closed, her brow furrowed.
“Tell me.” He said. His hands hesitated at the waist of her shorts. She kissed his forehead.
“Please.” She whispered craddling his body with her own.
“Please what.” He teased between kisses. The feel of his warm breath on her skin made her shake.
“Touch me.”
She did not have to ask twice. His hands traced her shape, carefully stroking her. She shuddered, her voice a quiet moan. She clung to him, her body tight and slick.
Miles Davis trickled in the background slowly fading out as the rain began. They ignored it until the drops came large and steady, soaking them. The two scrambled up the yard to the porch. The air smelled of Queen Anne’s lace and sweet summer. Their clothes clung to their bodies. They stood watching for a moment. She shivered.
“Now I think I’m cold.” She laughed.
She raked her hair back. A raindrop dripped off her nose. She looked up at him, admiring the way his shirt hugged his body. He looked good wet; to her he was perfect. She stood up on her toes and kissed him gently, her arms girlishly wrapping around him. Her body was overheating. She needed to touch him. Cautiously, she dropped her hands, feeling the strength of his body. Her heart thumped in her chest, she had trouble catching her breath without whimpering softly. She wanted to kiss him and drive him to the sensual edge where she already teetered.
He leaned in to her touch, his own breath escaping in a sigh. His lips were firm, his mouth becoming eager. He bent slightly, lifting her up on to the porch rail. He nudged her knees apart with his hips, not being able to be close enough to her. He moaned when she tugged his pants past his hips; her hand coyly stroking his body. His skin burned at the thought of her. Their foreheads leaned together, their breathing becoming united and quick. He pulled at her shorts more forcefully.
She quickly wiggled out of them. He explored her slowly, tenderly as if she might break. He felt her body tense with anticipation, she panted softly against his shoulder.
“Oh God. I want you. Please.” Her voice was small, almost begging. She pushed against him. Her hands gently guided his hips, he felt her relax and take him all in. He watched her lick her lips and felt her move with him. She kissed the hollow of his neck. He felt her teeth on his flesh, quickly changing to a hard kiss. His rhythm became longer, more urgent. She was close. He could hear her breath becoming jagged, his own matched it. The heat of her body made him weak. He felt his muscles burning, he arched against her.
She cried out, her legs tightening around him, he pushed hard, electricity crawling quickly through his body. She gasped; her body quivering. Sweat pricked at his back. He felt her fingernails lightly scratch at him. Her body slowed, her kiss softened. He gently tasted her mouth, letting her body go. He cupped her face and looked at her again. His thumbs tracing her cheeks, flushed with passion. She turned and caught his finger with her lips kissing it, gently slowly running her tongue along it as if it were covered in cake batter. He felt his body surge again.
He smiled and whispered to her. "Be careful what you wish for little girl. You just might get it."
Her eyes flashed. "Bockity bock bock. He says."
She took his hand and led him inside. They pulled at each others' wet clothes, leaving them on the floor; content to lie together under the large black velvet blanket. She snuggled against him, dozing peacefully. The rain continued to applaud them from outside.
