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...
You give another playful nip to the tips of my breasts with your teeth and then lean away, continuing to use my hair as my leash, maneuvering me to my knees before you, positioning me, folding over me, wrapping around me, and taking me in a single, beautiful, deep thrust.
A keening cry is dragged from my lungs as I arch against you, the tone becoming high pitched, tight, anguished with a neediness I wasn't aware lived inside me. It is like you have reached into the core of me and touched something deep and primal... something long lost and forgotten. Your arms are completely wrapped around my torso, clasping my trembling body to you. If bars could be made of both iron and the warmest, gentlest caress, that would be what bound me to you... that, and the rough texture of the hair on your chest pressed to my silky back, the curve of your hips molded to my round, soft ass, and the rigid proof of your arousal buried demandingly in my weeping pussy.
Your thrusts into me are slow but so deep that I can feel each exquisite collision of your cock bottoming out at my core, wringing a strangled noise from my throat that is slowly, inexorably turning to a soft, insistent growl of heat.
No words. We need no words save the sound of our breath, the beat of our flesh and hearts and the soft pants and growls of passion as you repeatedly pound into me deeply, keeping me pinioned on your glorious cock.
With a small shift, you sink your teeth into the flesh between my neck and shoulder as your left hand slides to gently pinch and tease my right nipple and your right hand moves up and around my exposed throat. You apply the gentlest pressure, enough to make me gasp, moan and grind my hips back against you, but not so much I cannot breathe or be made to feel uncomfortable by it.
"Please..." I manage to articulate around the moans, gasps and growls.
