Imagine bursting through the door to be greeted by the aroma of a roast slow cooking in the oven. Dropping the things from the day's activities at the river at your feet watching as she scoots past you checking out the curve of her ass, definition of her legs. Following her into the kitchen watching as she bends over the oven; taking pleasure in a sight seen many times but that holds a timeless appreciation. Reaching out two glasses and pouring some wine. Handing her a glass of red and claiming a long deep kiss, in exchange tasting tannin on her lips. Bodies coming together pressing against each other enjoying the simplicity of a moment shared.
Leaving the kitchen to stand in front of a large bay window that looks out over the ocean, watching as the clouds gather, light and colour changing while the breeze entices wind chimes to sing and shunt the clouds over head. Standing behind her, wrapping your arms around her as you share the view, feeling the warmth of her body, your free hand sliding under her shirt to find full soft breasts and gently tease firm rose bud. She moves back to relax against you, her head resting on your chest as a contented sigh ushers past her lips.
As the beautiful blue and white of the afternoon's sky gives way to the red and orange of the evening, the last of the suns rays flowing out over the water like liquid gold. She turns in your arms and delicately places her glass on the table near by and lifts your top. Tongue teeth and lips working together over your stomach and chest to tantalise, nibbling and sucking your hardening nipple. Hands squeezing, groping the way down your back fingers sliding under the band of your shorts, easing them down over your hips, all the while her lips descending over your stomach causing your muscle to ripple with anticipation.
The chimes signify the wind picking up and white caps forming on the darkening ocean waves herald the incoming storm as the very tip of her tongue caresses the length of your cock, hands kneading your cheeks pulling your hips forward as she plunges your span into the back of her throat. Your hands grabbing her shoulders and entwining through her hair, a deep guttural groan resounding in the back of your throat as her tongue flicks out to taunt your tender sack. Hands moving your thighs apart and releasing your cock to gently suck in a testicle while licking that most sensitive tissue behind your balls. Looking down across the line of her back to the curve of her hip, your hands still entangled in her hear forcing her head back so you can see as well as feel her devour your quivering member.
The last of the day finally gives way to the gathering twilight; indigo to blue so dark it's almost as black as the clouds start to boil their way toward the shore. The darkness dressed in the finest jewels as bright stars share their crystalline light much like a diamond resting on a lady's bodice catches the eye. Her head starts to bob and your hips drive in unison, wetness of her lips slipping over your length, the urgency of your body dictating a need for release as you thrust with greater enthusiasm pulling her to you feeling your balls swaying against her chin, the slick feel of saliva dripping over your skin. The rise and fall of cum travelling ever closer with each thrust, so close, wanting the moment to last yet needing to feel the liberation of climax. Harder and faster as a battle of wills rages through every fibre of your body, so wet, watching your cock delve between her lips, tongue flicks out over your balls as a finger strokes the button of your ass, so much to feel and see overwhelming your senses, one last hard thrust as your knees weaken and tremble watching as the movement of her throat tells you she gulps to cope with the flood of your cum, muscles tightening with each swallow encouraging you to shoot again, until there is nothing left to fire. Yet she holds you, teases you with her tongue as you soften in her mouth for just a little while longer, enjoying the lingering pleasure before standing to kiss you a long deep kiss that leaves you in no doubt about how this evening will be filled. After a mouthful of wine and a softer kiss you both return to the kitchen to the seemingly mundane watching her move, her body bend and flex feeling her eyes running over yours as you work together to serve the candle light dinner you planned over breakfast this morning.
Before settling down to the roast you light a fire to keep the evening's chill at bay, she joins you by the wavering light with a fresh glass. In the wild silence of the building storm you undress each other, explore and tease each other then sit in the flickering fire light to enjoy the bounty spread before you, naked nothing to hide, no reason to be self conscious contented in the simple pleasure of being together and being yourselves. Light flickering, shadows shifting accenting the different lines and shapes that go to make up her body, the structure of her face. The glinting of nipple rings and the uncomplicated jewellery that adorns her skin, reflections of the room deep in the bulb of the wine glass as it sits in your hand. Conversation in the form of light banter and shared memories, filled with laughter and good humour punctuated with long looks and quiet sighs. The room growing larger as the world outside seems to disappear, loosing its power to disturb or distract you from each other. Meal finished dishes stacked and dealt with, you snuggle together curled around each other before the window and watch the ferocity of the storm around you from the safety of your private harbour.
The sound of the crashing waves, rain falling on the roof and against the window pane combined with the cacophony of chimes making the perfect counter point to long kisses as tender discovery of each others bodies. Taking the knowledge each body learned over time. Nibbling on neck and ears rolling together each in turn devouring the other revelling in smell taste and texture of yielding flesh as it writhes and responds to your merest touch, slow unhurried gratification. Fingers creeping over the inside of her thigh stroking the soft hair covered labia encouraging them to open like a flower in the early morning light. Coating your fingers with its own sweet nectar as the aroma of arousal fills the spaces between you. Alternating between rubbing her clit and diving in her depth, each change producing an alteration of her hips position, sighs giving way to moans as wetness spreads beneath your finger tips.