"Lunar Eclipse tonight. Want to watch it?" I asked him, as we cleared away dinner debris.
"Isn't it cloudy out? And cold?" He stood, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel, but I saw a small smile flirting with the corner of his lips.
"So, what's your point?" I asked, because if he knew me at all, he knew none of that mattered.
He laughed. "What time does it start?"
"In about 30 minutes." I liked it when I got my way.
"Let's get some blankets. Don't want you freezing your ass off. It's too fuckable."
I laughed, "Yes, can't have that happening."
Later, as we sat on the blankets with my back against his chest, he wrapped his arms around me. His breath was warm on my ear. We watched the clouds flit across the moon's surface as it slowly became dark. A hard lump at the small of my back made me squirm.
"Are you hard?"
"Mmmmhmmm, what do you think?" His hands cupped my breasts.
"Oh yea, you're hard." I let out a small gasp as he rolled my nipples between his fingers. As he did, I felt my body flush, the blanket and my sweater suddenly becoming unbearable to wear. "Help me with this."
I leaned up and we pulled my sweater off. The night air was crispy, causing goose bumps to rise up across the surface of my skin. He pulled me down onto him. My bare breasts warmed against his shirt, the buttons making indentions on my mounds.
"Take off your shirt, please." I asked, pulling a blanket over us. In the dark, I helped him with the buttons. As he pulled the shirt off, I rubbed my breasts against his exposed chest, nipples teasing nipples. We kissed deeply as I slithered my tits across his chest. I felt an electrical charge shoot through my nipples and burn a path to my cunt.
My hands sought the zipper of his jeans. I knew it well, that zipper. With a quick tug, I peeled away denim and found him straining against his underwear. Kissing down his chest, I made haste to reach his cock. To suck him was all I had on my mind, not even a lunar eclipse could stop me from tasting him.
As I lowered my mouth to lick the head, I felt a heat wave rise from his body. His hands cradled my head, guiding me to his cock. Maybe it was the effects of a rare moon, or maybe it was the brisk night air that drove me to devour his cock with a heat that warmed my cunt in a way it hadn't in a long time. I just know that sucking his cock was an urgent need and I knew better than to question it.
My tongue flicked across the top of it and then traced the sculptured rim. His head was smooth and bulbous with dew flowing from it. I sucked it out of the slit. It tasted almost sweet. I wanted more, so I continued sucking his cock head, swirling my tongue, finding that spot on the backside. My hands stroked his shaft as I worked the head. Though both actions were separate, I found a way to make a unity of the movements.
"Stop," he begged, his hands reaching to tug at my own zipper. It was my turn to help him remove my jeans. The air bit at my skin. He gave my ass a playful slap, bringing red warmth to the skin. I pushed him back and straddled him. With a firm hand I guided his missile into my wet cunt. He expanded inside me, as I rolled my hips in a circle, undulant and slow.
