Afternoon Delight

"Right here, Maxwell," Terin stated as she glanced around the glade, her eyes taking in the breathtaking sight of lush greens highlighted by rays of sunshine here and there. Shadows and sounds luring one into a sense of privacy. Her thoughts were broken by Maxwell setting a blanket upon the ground along with the basket of food she had ordered.

Without turning her head to watch him, she started off toward the small pool of water, knowing he would follow. She stopped on the mossy edge, under a small tree, with her back to Maxwell and felt him come up behind her. His fingers began undoing her gown then his hands rested on her shoulders briefly before sliding the material off her shoulders and down her arms. She felt his lips following its path.

As the dress pooled around her hips, he came around her to stand before her. They stared into each other's eyes. Slowly he knelt at her feet. His hands slid under her dress, removing her slippers, one then the other, before his fingers whispered upward along her thighs. They found the clasps of her garters and released her stockings. The fingers of both hands slowly began to roll down one stocking. Fingertips teased her inner thighs. A soft moan slipped from her lips. Her hands came up to caress her own full breasts. As his fingers began the same journey for her other stocking; her fingers found her nipples, tweaking them into even more hardness than they already were.

Maxwell's hands began another foray under her dress, his fingertips stroking her abdomen, teasing her navel before releasing the garter belt and whispered over her lower lips in the barest of touches before setting the garter aside with her stockings. Her own hands continued to cup her breasts. Her eyes never left his as he stood before her. His head bent, taking one of the nipples she offered into his mouth. Her eyes closed as his lips closed over it, suckling gently. His teeth raked the surface of her nipple with gentle strength. Her fingers left her own body and laced into the hair behind his head, urging him closer. His lips moved from one breast to the other, lavishing both with tongue, teeth and lips. Her body arched against his from the onslaught. His hands slipped into the sides of her bunched up dress, sliding it from her body and letting it pool at her feet as he slowly knelt once more, his tongue leaving a trail of desire in its wake. Her arms slipped about his head, cradling him close as he worked his magic.

His arms slipped about the backs of her thighs, lifting her off her feet, leaving the dress behind as he strode to a moss covered rock and set her gently upon it. She leaned back on her hands as she watched him spread her legs apart and her breath was sucked from her body as she felt his fingers opening her. His warm breath blew over her delicate skin, before he lowered his head, his lips nibbling on the edges of her womanhood. His tongue followed, bathing her in his warmth.

Lying back, she was cushioned by the soft moss, here and there. Streams of sunlight filtered through, bathing her body in its glow. His tongue delved within, causing her back to arch off the rock, sending him deeper inside her. His fingers holding her widely open as his tongue dove and then lashed across the hard nub that peeked out there. Her fingers sought for a hold in the moss and found none, instead they gripped his powerful shoulders. His hands slid to her waist, his mouth left her as he drew her body upward and stood between her splayed legs, pulling her snuggly against him.

Once more their eyes locked before she slid her arms upward about his neck as he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on each nipple. Her fingers curled into the hair at the base of his neck, as she urged his head upward, finding his lips with hers, tasting herself there. Lips and tongues met, sliding over each other. Her fingers caressed his jaw line, his cheeks, before slipping between their bodies and began undressing him.

He stood still as she disrobed him, letting his clothes fall where she dropped them. Her hands and lips rediscovering his upper body. Leaving the rock, her lips slipped downward, her hands sliding down the outside of his thighs and over across his buttocks, gripping them as her mouth took him in. Slowly she let him slide across her tongue toward the back of her throat, enjoying the texture and taste of him as he went.

Her fingers roamed, gently cupping his sac as she savored him. Her tongue traced veins and shape as he slid in and out between her lips. She grasped him once, not allowing him reentry as her tongue lashed across the sensitive head. His breath came on a sharp intake. Looking up at his face, she traced the head with her tongue tip, lapping up the droplets he offered. Then she freed him from her sweet torment and stood.

Taking his hand, she led him to a lush mossy place, ordering him to lie down. He complied with readiness. She straddled his hips, aligning herself with his body. As she felt him nudging at her opening, she slid her hips downward, taking him in as far as she could. With her hands braced upon his chest, she rested, allowing her body time to adjust before moving upon him.

His hands moved over her hips, her buttocks, up her spine. They molded her breasts in their palms as she rode him. His body and hands urged her rhythm onward and she rode him like the magnificent stallion he was. All too soon her body exploded into a thousand light shards. Her inner muscles rippled along his hardness, urging him but he denied it. Instead, he slid her from him, turning her so that they lay as spoons. Her buttocks curved into his hips, his hardness pressed against her. She gasped as he whispered into her ear what he was planning to do even as he did it. Her body shuddered once more as he slid into her tightness.

One hand caressed the outer line of her breast, the other slipped between her legs, finding the blood engorged nub and slipping it between his fingers, stroking it in counter rhythm to his stroking within her body. This time, when she exploded into a tiny death, he followed. Their mingled essences filled the air around them as they slumped into a light slumber of the sated.




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