Moonlight Passionata

When he finally broke off the kiss, Sheila could feel in her soul just how much the pine scent filled the landscape. She knew her blouse was ruined from the pitch that was ground into her back when he pressed her against the widest tree in the patch of woods behind the barn but she didn't care. She was wet, the moon was making his hair shine, and she could think only of getting him to tame her wet hunger.

He moved around behind her and began to run his fingers through her hair and then let one hand drop over her shoulder to tease her breast. As his hand slipped inside her blouse, she pulled in her breath and turned to kiss him. She could see the moon reflecting off the lake behind him and then closed her eyes as her tongue began to explore him.

"I want you. I want you now." His mouth never left hers for a moment and she could feel the words traveling through her to settle between her legs. There they began to swell and fill her before breaking apart into a thousand droplets of desire.

"I know. I want you, too."

His second hand under her blouse, she could feel the tightness as he squeezed both nipples, alternating between soft and hard pinches. With each tightened breath, she felt herself closer to swooning into his arms.

She began to grind her hips back against him, circling around his bulging crotch in deep need. He pinched her nipples in response and she moaned uncontrollably.

"I'm going to make you mine right here, with the moon as my witness. And then you'll be mine for as long as the moon rises over the lake." With this, he reached to the hem of her skirt and raised it slowly over her hips.

"Please stroke me. I'm so wet. I need you there. I need you there now."

Suddenly his fingers entered her and she gasped, reaching back to grasp his hips for support.

"You're almost wet enough. I need to feel the lake inside you first."

"I know what might take me to the edge."

She turned and kissed him deeply while lowering her hands to his zipper.

"I love watching you take me into you. Even in the moonlight I can see the desire in your eyes."

His breathing quickened and she could feel the muscles in his thighs tighten as she slid her mouth down his shaft again and again. She was swirling her tongue around the head of his cock when she first felt his knees weaken. Taking him deeply into her mouth, she pushed him back against the same pine tree that had been her cradle a few moments earlier. His groans filled the empty forest as she continued to tease his shaft and slide her finger along his ass.

"I want to kiss you. I want to share the taste…..please."

She stood, plunged her tongue into his mouth and ground her hips against him. Their moans melted into each other, making a quiet duet of desire.

He reached to her blouse and undid the three remaining buttons. Her breasts, already chilled by the night air, strained for his touch.

He kissed her on the neck, between her breasts, and then kissed each nipple in turn. As he ran his tongue down across her belly, he slid a finger into her pussy and began to slowly move it up along the lips. When his tongue reached her tightest button, she groaned and pushed her mound against his face. He licked it slowly at first and then quickened his pace until she felt a thousand tongues moving her soul toward the lake.

When he finally stood, she needed the tree for support. He took her shoulders in his hands, pulled her upper lip into his mouth and said, "Now, lover, now."

With a single deft move, he twirled her around by the shoulders until her ass was against his crotch and she could feel his desire pressing into her flesh. She knew he would understand that her moans meant, "Yes, now, take me now."

She felt his hands cupping her ass as he lifted her skirt to her waist and she bent forward, reaching for the pine tree for support. At the first contact with her pussy, she let out a guttural sigh and began to push back against him.

His thrusts were slow at first and then built to a steady rhythm that brought her higher and higher. With his fingers on her button, she was soon writhing with pleasure. His left hand dropped to her waist to hold her as she began to sag with the intensity of the pleasure.

"You're mine now. Now you belong to me and the moon. Are you happy?"

"Yes….yesssss….oh, god, yes."

He stopped his movements and became completely still.

"What do you want? What do you want right now?"

"I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me until I can't feel anything else."

He kissed her shoulder and took her hips in his hands. Each thrust came faster and harder than the next. He was pulling her back onto his shaft in a frenzy of desire and will. She was groaning with each push, sighing at each pull.

"Just try to keep my cock inside you. Squeeze me and keep me."

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes."

When she first started to feel the climax surging up from her knees she turned to look at the lake. The moon was painting the cove in silver and she was riding a golden horse into the night. She felt the lake enter her and then rush out in oceanic waves.

His thrusts were furious now, almost machine-like in their intensity. When his time came, he was leaning against her shoulder and the cries that came from his lips were not longer human, no longer male or female. They were the cries of evolutionary ancestors long forgotten. They echoed against the quiet forest wall until she was certain they would be found out.

"You are as lovely as the lake. You're as smooth as the silken grass. You're as sweet as the morning glory that will greet us when we wake tomorrow."

"And you are as sexy as any man I have ever known. I want to want you the rest of my life."

Together they watched the moon drop toward the horizon and talked of little things and things that might fill a life.

"We have to pick up the children tomorrow," he whispered, almost too quietly to be heard.

"I know. But for right now that can wait. You are what matters right now."

"We are what matters right now."

"Yes. Yes." And she leaned into his kiss knowing that all the tomorrows in forever would not stop this night from being perfect.