Under The Stars
He knelt down before her, his knees touching the cool linen
protecting his skin from the barren earth. She parted her
skirt as she sat on the rough surface of the rock. He brushed
her skin with his strong hands. His fingers, warmed by the
summer's nigth air, caressed Marguerite's skin slowly
from her calf up to her knee. Each digit circulating to desensitize
her skin and excite her inner soul.
She turned her attention away from the nighted sky and down
onto her lover, Jeremy. Marguerite felt the warm brush
of the air against her exposed skin as Jeremy continued
to unveil her legs to him. Her dress being pushed up towards
her waist, her heart beating faster in anticipation for
what she knew he was planning to do. Shivers of pleasure
overtook her senses - leaving her at his will.
Jeremy remained in control as his hands probed deeper,
unveiling the treasures that lied beneath the dress. He
leaned in as he continued to part her thighs, inhaling to
briefly inhale the soft scent that arose from beneath her
silken rose panties. His mind raced in anticipation, like
a man lost in the desert in search of water to quench his appetite.
Marguerite moaned softly, within the closet of the meadows
and nature alike, Jeremy leaned in and kissed her left thigh.
She felt his soft lips stroke her skin with gentleness yet
with purpose. She closed her eyes to imagine his tongue
mining her between her thighs.
His kisses began to penetrate
deeper into her smooth skin, just as his other hand drifted
up across her stomach before resting on her breast. Massaging
with intent as her nipple stood erect within moments from
the silky cloth protecting it.
Jeremy's eyes shifted as the scent of Marguerite over-ran
his senses. His free hand moved quickly to the moist cloth
protecting her from him. His middle finger sliding across
the crease of it, against her flesh as well. She shivered
as she felt his touch- like a wave pushing grains across
a naked beach. His mouth retracted from her supple thigh
before targeting on the cloth. His hand slipped under the
lining to gently tug it down her legs and expose her pool
to him. Jeremy raised the cloth to his nose and inhaled,
thinking to himself what a sweet scent it was.
Marguerite stared intently at him, spreading her thighs
farther apart. She inhaled deeply and arched her back as
his mouth kissed the folds of her hidden skin.
Jeremy focused steadily on her left side- sliding his tongue
up and across the inner folds of her skin where her secret
bud lay dorment. The taste was sweet upon his tongue as the
tip slipped down and around the pool of her nectar. Pausing
for a moment as he inhaled and gave a soft moan of delight.
His fingers grasping her thighs to hold them apart.
She eased herself father back against the rock which gave
Jeremy the best access.
His tongue slipped easily intp her moist cavity. The inside
was warm and full of liquid to clinged to his flesh. His tongue
extended its full length before curling to stroke the inner
walls, swallowing the oozing nectar as it left the pool
and fell into his mouth.
The wind brushed against her outer lips, like an unseen
probing hand causing her to exhale in delight.
Jeremy delved deeper, his fingers pulling her thighs apart.
One finger scooped her pool to moisten it before slipping
down across her valley to dip into her unmoist tunnel. Its
skin was more restrictive, but the glistening of her nectar
allowed his finger to push in and fill it as well. Simultaneously,
Jeremy's nose nudged the dorment bud into a state of erectness.
He felt her hot, moist walls contract to grasp his tongue
while he darted across her G-spot. She reached down and
grabbed his hair, pulling him towards her even harder.
She rubbed his hair to let him know that she was quite horny.
His tongue rolled out of the wetness and struck quickly
at her naked bud. Darting with intensity until finally
the depths of the meadow fell silent as Marguerite screamed
in exstacy. Her head fell back in a limp state while still
holding his hair with her fingers.
They both exhaled and froze to bathe in the moments that
drove them to shear eroticism. Jeremy drifted off into
a state of exhaustion, his head lying still between her
naked thighs.
Marguerite placed her hand on his neck and
began stroking it softly. She closed her eyes and imagined
his neck to be an erect penis. Her mouth watered at the thought
of pleasuring him as he did to her. However, for now that
would have to wait as she wanted not to spoil the moment.