The night air dipped slowly into the high penthouse window above the sleek alleys below. She stood by the opening, a bright carving of luscious flesh. The cool breezes bit her soft nipples and made them hard and full. She was alone in her dark intimate haven and thoughts of sinful deep passions erupted. She could not sleep and stood slave to her nocturnal desires. Her hands caressed her firm young body, one which she indulged in knowing its sweet powers of bliss. Her fingers glided over 23 years of richly woven satin-like skin, and hair that flowed like strips of hot silk. She pressed in with her palms against her taut stomach and let them push upward towards her angelic breasts. Her breaths became deeper, her blood rushed into her longing pores.
Squeezing at first softly, then faster and faster, the goddess massaged her breasts and tilted her smooth face towards the heavens, opening her sweet lips slowly. Her moistened tongue yearned to taste her gifts of flesh and swiftly she lowered her head towards her throbbing nipples. Her tasting muscle lunged out and painted the tough bit of womanness with a sweet blanket of hot saliva. She sucked in her firm fleshy feast and moaned at her own dreamlike form. After breathing in her perfect erect breasts (now a bright pink aura from her wanting mouth) she leaned back into the late dark sky and let the colder air lick her wet stomach and nipples, this sending bolts of blissful lightning down her entire body.
Her hands and fingers knew her curves well and they danced against one another in a heavenly ritual. This woman and her soul moaned and reached out for their palace of pure unending pleasures. Her legs quivered under the tips of seeking fingers. They found the fresh, firm skin and muscle just below her arched back.
She squeezed her flesh and let that hot wanting tongue glide under her bulging red lips. Resting on a satin pillow that cupped her soft form like a strong knowing hand, she raised up her long silky legs and stretched out her feet sensing the burning muscles in her body yell out for ecstasy. The moon peered down on this nymph of the night and clothed her in a milky ray of lights and urges. The heart bathed in this beauty pumped harder, surer. It threw its rich juices throughout her throbbing body filling every thirsty space, knowing soon it too would orgasm with her.
She grasped her legs thrusting her soft place of most desire outward letting it breathe and taste the heat of her cries. Her fingers, slippery with enticing sweat, writhed down her succulent legs heading for a palace within her. Suddenly, a flash of heat unlike her own body moved across her nakedness. The heat was gentle and flowed over her like some passionate mist of lukewarm love juices. Her slippery hands couldn’t budge and her entire body ached and moaned. The heat wave grew more intense and gripped her plushious flesh with soaring fingers of blissful pain.
She knew not where this incredible sensation came from, she only knew how the skin on her hot legs and lovelips burst with unbearable heat. Sweat rushed down her heaving breasts pouring over her rigid nipples. She moaned louder and let her thick tongue reach out and beg for her ultimate pleasure pulse. The light and heat that bathed her pushed into her as her juices cascaded down legs that already shined with sweet sweat. Deeper and harder the pleasure dived until she felt every muscle, every cell, every lust in her body explode again and again.
Waves of energy pulsed out between her thriving legs and her hands squeezed their throbbing breasts. Second after second, minute after minute she cried and tried to hold her precious body together as the tidal waves of ecstasy erupted onto her soft spots and taut nerves. Finally the ocean of heat and lust calmed and her exhausted flesh lay still. The cool winds again blew into her sweet haven and tickled the sensitive nymph. She opened her glazed and tearing eyes and peered towards her sacred moon. The moon which once tossed deep clouds of light was now black and new.
Then, a shadow detached itself from the deeper darkness beyond the window, not falling, but rising slowly, silently. It was a masculine form, impossibly tall, and wreathed in the same shimmering, benevolent heat that had just consumed her. It paused, hovering just outside the pane, its presence a silent hum of power and desire.
No sound escaped it, yet its gaze, though unseen, burned through her like liquid fire, setting her spent nerves alight once more with a different kind of wanting. A low growl, not from her own throat, vibrated through the air, claiming her spent body as its own. She didn’t stir, couldn’t stir. Her eyes, wide and unblinking, traced the outline of the impossible visitor, a nascent shiver dancing across her wet skin. This pleasure, this presence, was not of her own making, and the realization sent a thrill of utter, delicious helplessness through her.
The crisp night breezes lapped her soft breasts and weaved into her delicately trimmed hairs and smooth thighs. She smiled and ran a glossy red tongue across full fiery lips, the stars above swirling around her distant moon.
