I dance in the light of a bonfire. I dance under a full moon, the beat of the blood in my veins syncopating the rhythm my body sways to in the crackling, sparking light. The red glow illuminates my flesh in warm, ethereal light, highlighting each curve in the fire's glow, each shadow a hollow of darkness hinting at secrets. Delicate shadows at the insides of my wrists, beckoning for the playful nip of your teeth... slightly deeper twin shadows at the insides of the elbow. Enticing hollows of darkness just under my earlobe along the curve of my neck and shoulder... the shallow dip central of my clavicle... the moist, parted offering of my lips.
As though I can feel eyes upon me, my hands cross over my body, gripping my diaphanous little shift, and tug it over my head, making my red hair a bit wild. I didn't bother with a bra. I toss the garment aside, clad only on a wisp if red lace and black ribbons.
With a sigh, I run my hands over my body, looking up at the moon, swollen and bright in the sky. I move to a blanket laid on the moist grass and recline in it's soft, thick, almost fur-like surface. Giving a soft, delighted moan, I run the tip of my tongue over my fingertip and move it down to my right breast, circling the tip with the moist digit, making the light brown areola stand to stiff attention creating tight, small rosy topped, hardened nipples.
Taking small, shallow gasps of air, I recline further my other hand slipping inside the red lace, stroking a path between the passion drenched lips and then sliding up to the tiny yet still swelling nub there and rubbing it very slowly and delicately.
My lips form a soft "O" of delight and it is this expression that is the final image you can stand. You stalk across the wood, a slow growl rising in your throat.
I don't hear it until you're upon me. My eyes pop open in surprise as the sound of your approach finally cuts through to my desire-fogged brain. But by then one hand has both of mine wrenched above my head, a nipple caught prisoner in your hot mouth, and fingers replacing my own over my clit.
"Hey-" I begin but it draws out into a moan as two fingers push aside the lace and slip all the way into my pussy, curling and rubbing insistently within the depths of me.
You give a small growl and release my breast from you mouth only to swiftly sink your teeth upon my neck. I cry out in surprise and my pussy gives a hard spasm around your fingers, yet more honey-thick wetness sliding over your hands.
You see it a moment before it happens... my eyes, their ever changing mix of green and grey-blue going dark and heated. My lips parting just slightly as I regard you.
Quick as a stalking feline, I reach up, encircling your face in my hands, drawing your mouth to me, kissing you as though it were my last breath in your lungs. I feel your fist in my hair, wrapping its length in your grip, making me stop cold, my breath catching in my throat as you tighten your grip. My mouth gapes open as my breath shudders, my back bowing, body arching into your grip, a high, tinny whimper at the back of my throat, a begging sound.
Using my hair like a handle, you move me so that you can run your tongue from my mouth down my chin, the soft, vulnerable flesh of my throat, the shuddering flesh between my breasts...
