Summer's Day

Ante's lips tightened as her fingers slipped around his cock and began pumping up and down. Coated with her warm saliva, his length slid easily within her palm. Up and down, lips sliding, fingers moving, tongue licking.

He opened his mouth, uttering unintelligible words as her lips covered him once again. In and out, faster, harder, deeper, she sucked him. The sensations of her soft tongue sliding, sucking and licking almost sent him over the edge. Her pace quickened, and his moans carried with the wind—the silence of the forest no longer there.

"Dez," Ante called to her, his voice husky with need. "Oh, baby," he murmured as she looked up. "I want you..." He knelt down and took her into his arms, crushing his lips against hers.

Dezerae's mind was whirling. Her lips parted as he kissed her with fervent passion. Only seconds ago, she'd been enjoying the pleasure of his arousal. Her hand still lingered there, stroking him as he held her close.

"Ante," she whimpered as his lips left hers and followed the dips and hollows of her throat. She bent her head further back, relishing his touch. The warmth of his breath caressed her skin as he softly nibbled her earlobes. She waited, shuddering with anticipation. His tongue trailed soft kisses toward her breasts. Dez moaned. The warmth of his lips brushed against her nipples. She pushed her body closer as his tongue flicked back and forth over each one.

"God, babe," he whispered, "You taste heavenly..."

Dezerae was putty in his hands as he ravished her more with his wandering tongue. With little effort, he nudged her backward onto the blanket beneath them.

Thin beams of sunlight filtered through the tree branches, casting soft shadows on their bodies. The heat from the sun warmed them, adding to their own rising body heat. Southerly winds continued to fill the air, enveloping them with its gentle caresses.

The only thing on Ante's mind was how much he wanted to please her. Blue eyes gazed up at him as he lightly brushed her inner thighs. Her slender legs parted, and he groaned at the site of her. Glistening skin peeked from within her satin pink folds. Softly he touched her, rubbing the tiny nub with his fingertips. He watched her expression as he moved them in swift, circular motions. Her cries of ecstasy were hard to ignore. He taunted her swollen flesh more, driving her into a state of frenzy.

"Mmmmm," Dez murmured. "Don't stop..."

"Baby, I couldn't stop if I wanted to..."

Ante felt her juices flow as her passion grew more intense. He lowered his head, taking in the heady scent of her womanhood. Inhaling deeply, he became dizzy from the tantalizing aroma of her natural perfume. He wanted to taste her—drink every drop of her delicious nectar. He spread her satin folds, exposing her tiny inner lips. With the expertise and grace of a skilled lover, he brought her to greater heights. His tongue sought out every fold, every ridge, as he enjoyed a long sweet taste of her pussy.

Back and forth his tongue rippled, up and over her clit, then back and over. He nibbled the fleshy node gently, catching it playfully between his teeth. His tongue was stiff, almost rigid as it glided along her slit, then back to her soft mound. With an easy and natural fluidity, he slid his tongue further down, slipping into her silky heat. He savored her bittersweet juices as his tongue probed inside. Again and again he delved inside her, reaching further with each new thrust.

"Ante, I want—I need—"

"Mmmmm, baby..." was all he could muster. With one last swirl of the tongue, he raised his head and met her lustful gaze.

Dez moaned softly, her eyes silently pleading, begging him to take her.

Ante needed no more coaxing as he knelt between her open thighs. He nudged them further apart, exposing the pink folds of her glistening pussy. He stared at her fingertips as she rubbed the slippery nub beneath them. Harder, faster she circled, back and forth against her clit. He knew she was close as he watched her. He couldn't wait, he was ready to explode. He lowered his body and guided his cock inside her.

"Jesus!" He could hardly say the words, "I...I need to cum..."

"Now—Ante—Now!" Dez cried out in a voice she hardly recognized as her own.

With one plunge, he buried his entire length in her pussy. For a blissful moment, he relished the tightness as her flesh contracted against him. He slowly withdrew before slipping back inside her warm silken sheath. Her softness surrounded him as he drove his cock into her again and again.

"Dezerae... Sweet girl..."

Sweat trickled from his brow as he fucked her hard with long, deep strokes. He struggled to keep up the pace, determined to take her to the peak of pleasure before he took his own. His breathing came fast and ragged, and the muscles in his buttocks began to burn.

"Cum for me," Ante pleaded. "Soon—baby—soon—"

Dezerae curved her legs tightly around his hips, drawing him closer. Her heels dug into his flesh as he penetrated her with deeper thrusts. She gloried in the sensations. He pumped faster, harder, drilling his cock inside. Her mind let go, lost in the exquisite pleasure that filled her. She was only aware of the heat, the burning heat that overcame her as her orgasm started to peak. For an eternal instant it held, then exploded into continuous pulsations that coursed through her body in rhythmic waves.

"Mmmmm, Ante..." Dez screamed in ecstasy. "God..."

Her voice cracked, her breath coming in great heaves as her climax flooded through her. It went on and on before descending, leaving her spent in the warm afterglow.

Dezerae's cries set off his own thunderous orgasm. His body tensed as his climax ripped through him with tremendous force.

"Oh, Dez," Ante gasped. "Mmmmm..."

His back arched, his hips held tight. His final thrust filled her pussy with pulsating streams of hot, thick cum. He basked in her warmth as the waves of his orgasm slowly receded.

Moments passed before their breathing slowed to a gentle rhythm. Exhausted, they embraced, their bodies still joined as one. They had given all to each other. Heart, body and soul. Both enjoyed a lingering kiss, before Ante withdrew and collapsed on the blanket beneath them.

Neither spoke nor moved as a serene peacefulness washed over them in the aftermath of their lovemaking. They lay side by side on the softness of the blanket, silently thinking of only each other. Words were unneeded. Their love—their passion—said it all.

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The sun began to lower on the horizon as Ante and Dezerae awoke from their peaceful slumber. Neither had realized dusk was upon them. They had slept contentedly in each other's arms. Both delved into the picnic basket, ravenously hungry after the intimacy they'd shared. A soft pink hue blanketed the sky with promises of another memorable summer's day.

The End