The Balcony

The moonlit night blanketed her frame as she stood on the railing of the balcony. The black slip nightie billowing to the left of her as the wind whispered through it. Falling, off her shoulders were the slim spaghetti straps of the thin fabric, threatening to allowing twin lush mounds to escape. She watched with luminescent pools of wonder....had God's ocean always been so beautiful or was it just that love made things look so much better...so much brighter? She pressed against the wrought iron railing with silken hands, steadying her posture as she watched the gentle roll of the ocean.

He entered the room stealthily, his panache' for sneaking up on her increased almost daily. Within his strong hands a green stem, thorny and fierce if touched without care. Atop it a red mound of crimson fragrance that wafted through the room like a sheer tapestry. He moved behind her on the balcony, running the bulbed head over her back. Silk upon silk he thought. She threatened to turn before his manly hand stopped her turn, holding her securely in place along the railing. His body moved forward....a study in manly physique. One hand snaked around her stomach, the other tormenting her senses with the rose; his body pressed into hers pinning her against the cold railing.

Hands lifted and draped over his, the one with the rose, moving in synchronized rhythm with his over her body. Releasing the rose she clasped it and twirled it under her nose, taking in its heading scent. His fingers drew up the sides of her legs and under the silk nightie that attempted to cover them. Clasping his thumbs within the slim black bikini panties he spoke the first words...

"My angel...you are exquisite in the moonlight." His thumbs lopped the tiny fabric and slid them down her toned legs to her ankles. Stepping out of them the heat rose on her face, her eyes lowered...the heat also rose between her for him.

Resuming his standing posture a soft flick of his hand and her long soft strands were thrust to the side as his mouth lowered to her neck. Gentle soft kisses placed along the smooth contours of the perfect curve, his hands continued their upwards travels now without barrier he explored the smooth flesh beneath.

She gasps quietly, his hands were electric on her body, sending her to shivers. The crisp night air made already erect nipples to strain upon the fabric of their silken prison. And then nothing. His hands left her body in what she could only deem erotic torture...but no matter torture all the same. She tried to turn again. Was he a dream? Reality? Fantasy? She held the rose and inhaled it's fragrance...her body unable to move, subduing herself with its scent.

Then heaven. His hands moved over her stomach and inched slowly up the swollen mounds that ached to be released. Left hand moved to encircle his fingers and guide them to her leg..skin upon skin. The electric heat of hands that made her body weak with lust...

Lips again careened to collide with the softness of her skin, hands slipped under the silk prison once more to give his lover what she so desperately craved. Slowly they moved up her frame, coming to play upon firm erect nipples that almost sprung between his fingers, grateful for the attention. He played with then, pinching lightly, turning them between strong fingers...tugging a little. She ached for his lips upon them, wanting to turn and beg for the kiss that he gave so sparingly. It was not to be this night.

Nibbling upon the flesh of her neck his hands disappeared once more. She whimpered and he spoke...

"Patience angel...good things come to those who wait you know..." "I know...I would wait an eternity for you"

He smiled. His fingers running up the length of her thighs, the slight fingernails leaving contrails of passion engraved in her creamy skin. The moment at hand, he slid a finger over her smooth flesh, no barriers, just the slick smooth flesh of her netherlips. Again she whimpered and fell back into his strong form. His smile broadened. Fingers continued to probe the soft regions before one invaded the space between and slide slowly inside her; showered in heated lust it probed the deeper regions of her body. Her body shivered, she ached for release...she ached for him.

"You're ready for me..."

All she could do was nod, fingers gripping the thorny stem as it pierced her hand causing a small trickle of blood to spring forth. He removed his hands....and clasped the silhouetted nightie that fell over her body. Gently, with precision care he slid it over her body, exposing her to the elements...to the night. He discarded the black fabric to the side and stepped back, admiring her form from behind. Her skin shown like a porcelain doll placed upon a thick black velvet blanket. Chocolate tresses hung to her waist, caressing moonlight washed over the smooth firm buttocks, long shadows cast over silken toned legs and finished with long narrow feet tipped in crimson red. Again, he smiled.

"Exquisite" He said. His hand pressing her lovingly, gently against the railing. She bent forward for him, her body opening to him. With a naked foot he pushed her feet apart, the pinkness of her lust washed in a crystalline bath beckoning for his touch. His finger slid along the length of her netherlips, he knelt behind her...

Her eyes closed tightly to the sensation behind her, under her, through her. It was his lips, his mouth, his tongue she craved and he obliged her. He tasted her sweet feminine bath as it coated his tongue dipping inside the forbidden fruit whenever he felt the need. Her body reacted in kind...the soft shudder coursed through her, her knees buckled slightly as he held her firmly around the waist. He tasted the fruits of his labor as it washed his tongue.

His fingers elevated and probed at her breasts, molding them and caressing them at will. Having his fill of her sweet nectar he rose behind her. The rose still griped in her hand as she leaned over cold wrought iron railing. She felt him. Ecstasy.....

He had given her the ultimate gift and he was inside. Moving torturously slow he eked the head inside her swollen lips. The heat contrasted the night air sent a shiver down his spine, but she never knew the exquisite ecstasy he felt just by that slight movement. He wanted her as much as she craved him.

His hands fell to her waist, slowly guiding himself further into the hot stream that was his reward as much as it was hers. Her body constricted tightly around him, pulling him deeper. Tightly embracing that gift he gave her until systematically he began to withdraw and reenter. She gasped as he invaded her further with each powerful stroke of the thick smooth muscle. The rose fell somewhere in the sand, she was quite unsure. He pressed himself deeply inside of her and paused, his eyes welling with love, lust, greed, need, it didn't matter. She was his.

He rocked in and out of her canal, her body moving to capture him each time. His thick muscle bathed in glorious heated moisture and it increased with every stroke. His legs contracted and pressed the full way, a little harder a little more urgent. Fleshy white mounds glistened in the moonlight, creamy smoothness of taut ass rippled with each thrust, the catlike purr emanated through her body. In heated moment she covered him in thick rich fluid, her body rocked like a weeping willow in a violent storm, her knees buckled. He would not have her to buckle on him, not now. He held her within his powerful hands and continued his relentless pursuit. It was his need now that propelled him. He felt the tightening deep within him, felt himself growing again inside her smooth canal. He craved the release, he ached for her body and she was his.

He moved with practiced care and sped the pursuit of intent. His member solid within her as the made a beautiful picture along that balcony. She moaned quietly...again her body reacted to him. His ever closer. He playfully spanked her telling her...

"Not so loud you'll draw a crowd"

One....two.....three strokes later she felt his fingers dig tightly into her waist, she felt the bulb swell inside her. She pounded back against him...urging him on. Urging for his release to feel the hot liquid reverberate out of him. His gift to her, hers to him...

Her inner walls were washed the saline fluid. He grunted and collapsed over her back momentarily before slowly sliding himself from her. She turned and knelt in front of him. Her mouth moving around his spent member as he stood and watched her. Her tongue snaked around the head and slide slowly down to the base, lapping the cocktail of juices that had flowed between them.

She belonged to him.

He smiled.