The moonlight flooded through the open French-doors, illuminating the bedroom in a pale translucent glow. A tender hint of summer lavender, in full bloom, mixed with the mild scent of jasmine, danced on the midnight breeze accompanied by the soft dispersed noise of the cricket's night-song. It was a perfect summer's night; we lay entwined on a sheet-less bed, two lovers, moving rhythmically within each others soft embrace.
An uncontrollable groan erupted from my lips as we switch positions, slowly shifting our weight in perfect practiced unison, the type bred over years of wanton passion. In the blink of an eye I was mounted, and she slowly began to grind her hips onto my own, forcing me deep inside her. I could feel her pleasure mounting as the speed and tempo of her controlled grinds became faster and harder, I knew she was close. She picked up her tempo once again, building and building to an explosive climax she lustrously arched her back; still grinding she placed both hands firmly on the bed below craning her neck as far back as she could until she could only see the moon outside the balcony. The sight of her body glistening in the pale moonlight, her perfect breasts bouncing freely with ever thrust, her rhythmic hips twisting with every grind and the sound of her soft moans sent me over the edge. Every inch of my body gave way as I felt my body convulse before exploding deep inside her as she ground every last drop out of my spent manhood, and judging by the sounds of her moans, climaxing intensely in the process.
We groaned in unison; placing my arms behind her waist to allow her collapse into my embrace. I pulled her close and kissed her deeply as I felt the last drops of my effort leave me; her hips slowly swayed, grinding into me one last time, ensuring another bout of intense pleasure. Our eyes met once again, her jet black hair drifting carelessly around her angels smile.
"Happy?" She purred.
Trying to gather my wits together I began to speak but the only sound that escaped was a slow elongated "emmmmmm."
"Happy." She grinned. "As much as I hate to be a moment killer, I need to go to the bathroom and clean myself up. You know how much I hate, em, leaking." She finished, blushing ever so slightly.
With one final quick kiss, we rolled over and separated. Moving off the bed she got up and headed for the door, turning at the doorframe she looked back at me "Don't fall asleep just yet! I may feel up to seconds." Grinning as she turned to leave the room.
Turning over to my bedside locker I glimpsed a picture of my wife, and considered for a moment what a lucky man I was. We'd met just after college, in one of the more random of life's little twists. I was at a nightclub with some friends only to see a guy, Mick that I'd known from my hometown being picked on by a number of less than savory characters; my friends and I had decided to help him out, which led, as is often the case, to a fight of sorts. After all had been said and done we ended up back at Mick's place. The following morning I was introduced to his sister, now my wife. We started dating and if it wasn't love at first sight it was definitely at second, things progressed and we fell in love, having the time of our lives in the process; it was quite honestly the most magical time of our lives.
I glanced past the first picture to see a second, one of the fondest memories of my life; a trip a year after our wedding on Safari in Africa, accompanied by my wife's sister and her husband. We spent days travelling around the great African plains, touring by day, camping under the stars and night, stealing away to have amazing sex whenever we could, away from prying eyes, mostly under the brightness of the African nights sky.
As I drifted in and out of my reverie, I didn't notice that familiar warm body cuddle up beside me, slowly making her presence known to my recovering specimen. As her hand stroked me awake I felt the soft touch of her sweet lips slowly kiss their way from the bottom of my shaft tenderly upwards. She kissed the head with love and devotion, engulfing it in her ready mouth constantly teasing it with quick flicks of her practiced tongue. My ecstasy began to build again as I let my left hand drop under the sheets only to find I'd misjudged her position, landing my hand on the nook of her knee. Now scarcely aware of my surroundings I gently slid my roving hand upwards, reaching her dripping pussy; I slowly began tracing my fingers in a soft circular motion around her clit. The affect of my teasing were instantly audible.
I wanted this woman again, and this time I wanted it rough.
Using both arms I placed my hands on her hips, lifting her entire body off mine, returning her to the bed beside me, face down.
"To much teasing." I grinned, with mock sincerity.
