There were only dying embers left in the fire pit as the breeze off of the lake picked up making Maria shiver in Peter's arms.
"Better get you inside." Peter broke the silence. "It gets pretty cold at night at this altitude."
Maria sighed, "Okay."
They didn't move for a moment, enjoying the warmth of each others bodies pressed together on the wicker sofa. Peter liked the way Maria's body felt in his arms. She was so soft and pliant. He pressed his nose to her hair and inhaled. She smelled of her shampoo and soap and another indescribable smell that was all her own.
He shook her lightly "Come on. I'm going to make sure the fire's out and lock up. Maybe you want to unpack?"
Maria sighed again, "Okay." But this time she slowly rose from his lap and headed into the house.
Peter adjusted his crotch before making his rounds of the house. He doused the last of the fire, checked the doors and shut all the lights before heading upstairs.
He was actually nervous. Maria was so different from the other girls he'd been with. And that was just the point, she was a woman not a girl. She had a life, a history, experiences and opinions that she wasn't afraid to express. There was wisdom behind those eyes. Those dark expressive eyes that made his heart thud when they were directed at him.
He climbed the stairs slowly, giving her time to unpack her things. When he got to the top of the stairs he could see her moving through the room, the dim bedroom light casting shadows over golden skin. She was so graceful, moving unconsciously back and forth.
He stood there quietly watching her. He wanted her so badly. He could almost imagine what her naked body would feel like moving underneath him. He wanted to give her the most pleasure she'd ever had. He wanted her to feel all the desire he felt for her through his touch. He wanted...
He shied away from the final thought of wanting her to feel his love. He had waited for her, waited longer than he ever had for someone he wanted but he wasn't ready to explore that particular emotion. Not yet.
He made his footsteps heavy so she would know he was on his way up.
She had her cosmetic bag under her arm and her toothbrush in her hand, sorting through her bag that was set on the bench at the foot of the bed. He came up close behind her and gently place his hands on her shoulders. He ran his finger under the straps of her tank she was wearing, she was so smooth.
She stopped what she was doing and leaned back into him. He kissed the crook of her shoulder and ran his nose up the side of her neck.
"Tired?" he whispered.
She shook her head, "Not really." She turned her head so that their cheeks were pressed together. "I need a human moment."
"What?" he was confused.
Maria chuckled. "Nothing. I'll be out in a minute." She went into the luxurious bathroom and closed the door.
Peter quickly unpacked his few things and stood in the middle of the room uncertainly. He could hear the water running and figured she'd be a while longer. He opened his overnight bag again and fished inside one of the side pockets. Condoms. Better safe than sorry, he thought. He placed them in a drawer beside the bed.
It felt stuffy in the room so he flicked the switch and the large windows slid open letting the night air in.
Maria found him leaning on the balcony railing looking at the dark lake.
"I miss the stars" she said leaning beside him. "I forget how many there are out there when I'm in the city."
He looked down at her and was startled that she was just in her bra and panties. He had taken off his shirt and was standing out there in his khaki shorts that were riding low on his hips, the band of his boxer briefs peeking out the top.
Peter didn't say a word. He just stood there admiring her body. She wasn't a hard body like he was used to. She was a fully mature woman. Her curves were round and soft. Her stomach wasn't hard and muscled like the usual girls he was with, it was rounded and her hips flared naturally. Her underwear wasn't expensive lace and satin that cost a fortune, it was simple white with a touch of lace on the edges. He hadn't seen anything this unconsciously, sexy in a very long time.
He noticed she had tied up her hair with a simple blue ribbon. He fingered the loose bow and finally looked into her eyes.
Maria's expression was open and inviting. "My mother always said to leave a little to the imagination. Give the man something to remove." She place her hand on his chest, her fingers playing with the light sprinkle of hair he had there. She ran her other hand up his arm and encouraged him to pull the end of the ribbon.
He tugged and her dark hair cascaded over his hand. He wound his fingers in the silken tresses and wrapped his other arm around her waist pulling her to him.
He groaned when he felt her bra covered breasts press into his chest, his hardening penis pressed to her stomach. He rested his forehead to hers. "I want you, Maria."
She rubbed her small hand down his back and slid them into the edge of his underwear. "That's why we're here." She whispered.
Peter slid his hands down to her ass and swiftly lifted her up, her legs naturally wrapping around him. Their lips found each other easily. He moved back into the bedroom and placed her on the edge of the bed and pressed her back and leaned over her kissing down her neck to her chest.
She raised her arms over her head and let him pleasure her. "I want you, too, Peter," She whispered. "So much."
Peter smiled but kept pressing his lips to the upper slope of her breast. He raised his eyes to her and moved his hands behind her to unclasp her bra.
He waited. Maria nodded and small smile of anticipation formed on her full lips.
Peter pulled the bra off and tossed it to the side. He looked down on her bared breasts. The mocha nipple hardened under his stare. He place his hand lightly on one and could feel the hardened nub press into his palm. The other he nuzzled with his nose then kissed the soft flesh.
Maria breathed deeply, arching her back trying to press herself against Peter's mouth. He switched to her other breast, giving it his complete attention. His other hand slowly moved down her waist and grazed the waistband of her panties. His hand hesitate there for just a moment before moving down to the heated space between her legs. He pressed his fingers against the crotch and could feel the dampness that was soaking through the fabric.
Maria shivered spreading her legs slightly allowing him to cup his hand to her sex. "Peter." She moaned.
