Midnight Swim
It had been a wonderful day, bright sunlight filtered through the canopy of the trees that surrounded the cabin broken occasionally by a large puffy white cloud. At the water's edge some hundred feet in away a beautiful view of all the boats out on the lake. A good-sized crowd of family and friends had come for a cookout and a swim.
And at dusk, which came early in the mountains where they were, they had a fire on the edge of the water, everyone laughing and toasting marshmallows while singing songs and telling stories from their past.
About 8:30pm people started departing, wishing each other well and all promising to have another get together soon, which was likely going to be next weekend. By 10pm the fire had been quenched, the beach and tables cleaned up and everything put away before their friends began the two-hour trek back to the suburbs and their own homes.
Half an hour later they were sitting in the deck, her with a last glass of wine as he sipped at the last of his moonshine. They sat for a bit in silence on the double wide porch swing, holding hands and gently swaying back and forth as they watched the fireflies blink and drift across the open space. This was the best time of the day for both of them, alone in the quiet, no talking necessary and the ability to share the peace and quiet.
She gently squeezed his hand and he knew without a spoken word it was time to retire for the night. Still holding hands, they went into the cabin and into the kitchen, setting their now empty glasses into the sink to be washed tomorrow.
She leaned in and gave him a quick, passionate kiss on the lips as she let go of is hand. She broke the kiss with a sly smile, backing away from him and turning away to amble towards the bedroom. He knew that look. And what it meant.
He smiled as she walked away. Best view in the cabin was his first, but not only thought. He began turning off the lights and making sure everything was in place for the night. He left the large French doors that looked out over the lake open to let the refreshing breeze slip through the cabin.
With everything in place, he headed towards the bedroom.
And her. He knew that she was waiting for him.
As he walked into the bedroom, the only thing that he set eyes on was her, naked and lying in the center of their king-sized bed. She was leaning against the pillows, arms draped across the tops, legs extended out towards him and slightly parted.
His eyes travelled up her body, from the tips of her toes, up those long lean legs and over her full hips, then across her toned belly to her ample breasts only to stop when he met her eyes. They pierced him to his soul as she stared back at him.
Desire. Passion. Heat. And mostly need filled her eyes. Wordlessly she communicated what she wanted and that was him. She wanted sex, not romance, not foreplay, and not to wait for it.
He crawled onto the bed and over her, leaning down to kiss her deeply, she took hold of him and placed him at her entrance. She was ready for him as he slipped into her welcoming warmth. He started a slow rhythm with his hips, plunging deeply into her. He raised up on his arms to look down on her and she took hold of his hips pulling him tighter to her as he drove forward, encouraging him to speed up. When he hit the right speed, she started rolling her hips so that as he withdrew, she felt his hardness slide across the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her entrance and when he pushed into her, he bumped over the spongy cluster of nerves situated at the top of her channel.
As their passion rose, their movements built in speed and they rushed headlong towards a mutually explosive ending.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and as they kissed deeply, they rolled over so she was stretched out on top of him, kissing until their heartbeats slowed.