What could explain how Ceraphena and Pasqual came together? The moon aligning with the sun just right perhaps, but they did come together and that was all that mattered. They lay nude on a blanket in a field of tall grasses, the stars overhead, and the moon low and full. Their legs tangled, her long red curls spread out around her cherubic face. Pasqual's sandy blonde hair being tussled by the wind as he looked down at her, their eyes locking as he lowered his lips to her's, kissing her deeply. As their tongues danced, her back arched pushing her tight to him. His hand sliding down to the small of her back, keeping her close. Her hands laced into his hair, fixing their faces together. Their breath becoming quickened as their naked bodies pressed together, and his excitement becoming apparent.
"I want you." He said softly as her pulled the tiniest bit away from her lips. His eyes soft as he memorized the shapes of her features. Her eyes still closed her hands unmoving from his neck. His lips returned to her's and then strayed along her cheek and down her neck. A small satisfied moan coming from her as his kisses turned into gentle bites.
His hands moved down her down her body, feeling the soft supple skin of her breasts and the smoothness of her stomach. His lips followed his hands to her breasts, taking one in. His tongue creating small circles around her nipple, his teeth nipping the skin around it. Pasqual's hand continued down her body, between her legs. His finger tips caressing along the opening of her womanhood. Ceraphena gasped softly as he teased her, she opened her legs a bit wider for him and as she did his fingers ventured past her lips. He quickly found the sensitive node, and he gently pushed. All Ceraphena could do was bite her lip to keep her cry of pleasure contained.
Her hands were uselessly far away from his hardened cock, so she busied them in his hair. She could feel him pressed against her leg, she could feel how hard he was. She placed her hands on either side of his face and pulled him away from her breast. "Let me please you?" Her voice small and uncertain. Pasqual smiled and shook his head no and returned to her breast. His mouth and tongue becoming rougher on her nipple. He pushed two fingers into her, gently curling them within her. She arched her back and writhed under his touch. Her cries of pleasure carried across the field, for whomever to hear.
Her hands went to her face, one covering her eyes, the other in her hair, pulling softly. His lips left her breast and he kissed and bit his way down her body, stopping just above her sex. The fingers of one hand still deep inside her, he spread her with the fingers of his other hand. She lifted her head to look at him and he grinned up at her like child being caught doing something bad, but knowing he would never be in trouble. He winked and lowered his face. His tongue pressing and circling on her clit. His teeth occasionally grazing the delicate skin. One of her legs wrapping around his back, her breath fast and unsteady.
Pasqual pulled his fingers from her dripping sex and pushed one into her tight rear hole, his mouth moving to the hole they had just left. His tongue pushing in as deep as he could manage, and his finger twisting slowly in her backside. Her cries quickening as her orgasm fast approached. One of her hands moving down to his head, her fingers entwining with his hair. He knew she would finish soon and he wanted her to. His tongue plunging in and out of her faster and faster still. The finger in her ass being pushed in deeper and twisting faster.
She came in a wordless cry and her body shuddered in orgasm, his licking slowed until he gave her sex a final kiss, slowly pulling his finger from her backside. Both hands covered her eyes as she panted heavily, unaware of him moving to his knees by her side. He gently nudged her and she opened her eyes to him, his thick cock in his hand, just a few inches from her face. "I get to please you now?" Her voice lazy in post-orgasmic bliss.
"Yes, love. It's my turn." He said in a husky voice. She took his cock into her hands and shifted so she could take him into her mouth. Her tongue traced down his length and to his testicles, before tracing back up to the head. One hand cradling his sack, the other on the shaft, her tongue circling the head. He groaned deeply as he fought the urge to push himself into her mouth. He knew that it would happen soon enough. Her tongue flicked across the tip, the stud through her tongue exciting him further. Finally, she took him into her mouth, and he could no longer resist placing his hand on the back of her head, holding her in place.
