Slow music … I invite you to dance on the pontoon.
There is nobody around us, we are just one, a table that supports two crystal cups and a champagne, a blanket on the meadow and hundreds of candles that drift away the darkness of the night.
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You are leaning your head on my chest, trying to count the beatings of my heart through my white shirt. There are many … too many … You raise your head and look deep into my eyes, hoping I can figure out what you think. What wonderful eyes you have ! Blue, big, worthy of a princess. You are my princess. You take my hand and you take me to the table. You grab the cups in your hand as I open up the champagne. I stop for a moment and take a look at you. The long brown hair, the black dress with no straps, lying on your angel body to your knees, make me forget about me. The crap of the chopper brings me back to reality. You are amused by my scare. I fill the cups and put the bottle aside. Cheers … for us … for you … You took a sip and then you put the glass on the table. You’re moving away … I watch you. You head to the blanket. You get off your summer shoes and step on the soft blanket. You sit down on your knees and you make a sign with your finger to come to you. I’m approaching the blanket and you make me sign to stop by showing me your shoes. I’m smiling and I am getting rid of them, as well as from the socks. I walk on the blanket and I kneel in front of you, hugging you. I look deep into your eyes, you in mine, as I caress your cheek. You close your eyes and you let yourself carried away by the warmth of my hand. I lower it slowly and I touch your lip with my thumb. You open your eyes and you embrace my face in your hands, bringing it closer to yours. I close my eyes and feel my nose touch your nose. My hand on your waist draws you even closer to me, while our lips are united. Your soft lips, the sweet of your tongue, your hands on my face and in my hair make me forget everything. The world, the yesterday, the morning of tomorrow … All that matters is you! Just you! Your hands come down curiously on my chest … you open a button, two, three, all … Your lips are too selfish to give up my own, but that does not prevent you from undressing my shirt and putting your hands down in my hair on my chest, discovering it … I have a delicate smile when I feel your hands getting down on the abdomen and then they go back. You are a feline who likes to lure the prey before you do something. I manage to break away from your hungry lips as I feel your hands trying to undo the belt buckle. I hug you strongly, while kissing you behind your ear. I feel like you’re having chills when I whisper how beautiful you are. My hands are just as curious on your back as yours on my chest. The only difference is that the zipper of your dress breaks out easier than the buttons of the shirt. Your dress slips across the blanket … My gaze goes down on your round and full breasts and stops at the nipples. My hands are walking around your midst, and my curious mouth is close to your chest … A kiss at the base of your neck … Another one a little below .. Another one … And another one .. I touch a breast with my hand, and my lazy lips approach the nipple. I catch it and I feel how it starts to harden. I suck it softly and delicately, hearing your moans. I stop for a moment and look at you … You have your head on your back and your eyes closed. My head is in your hands and you start to mess my hair, but I see my own business … You put your head even more on your back, and I take the opportunity to kiss your flat abdomen. I come down and lick your navel. I feel your smooth and velvety skin, but at the same time hot, and that does not stop my tongue rotating lazy around. The position becomes uncomfortable for you, so you choose to stretch your back. I can give the dress away, and you catch me with a hand and you pull me to you. Standing in the bottom, you remember the buckle and untie it. You do the same thing with the button, the zipper pocket, and then you look at it as they got off. You smile when you take my bumps out of the boxers and gently massage it. It really scares you when you feel a spasm. Curiosity finally breaks you down and you choose to take the boxers aside. My semi erected penis is in front of you. Without hesitation, you take it in your hand and start to massage it delicately. I sit in the ass, and you get rid of my pants and boxers. You push me lightly on my back, kissing me at the same time, while my hands cover your waist. You kiss me on my neck, on my chest and further down, feeling your nipples hardened “scratching” me delicately .You go with the mouth to my penis and you don’t avoid giving it a kiss. You take it in your hand and rub it slowly, licking its top. Your fine hands and your sweet tongue make it hard for you. You look at me and I can read in your eyes the desire. You don’t waste your time and you kiss it again on the red and damp peak. At first shy, then more and more confident until you love it with your mouth. You stop! I look distracted to you and see how you sit on top of me like a horse rider on a horse. You get closer to me and you kiss me hard. My hands caress your back and come down daringly to your velvety ass, passing nonsensically over the elastic of your black linen. I squeeze your buttocks . We roll and I get over you. I hold a breast with one hand, while our tongues continue the ritual only of their known. The same playful hand descends on your abdomen, passes on your navel and gets over your underwear, massaging it delicately. I kiss you on the neck and I feel your jaded breath full of desire. I lift my hand on your abdomen and lower it again, this time under the lingerie. Your warm, velvety skin, with no hair, slightly moist, is welcoming. I go a little further, discovering as curiously as a child, every corner of your femininity, tingling, groaning, comforting. I get to your labia, I massage them delicately and, without realizing it, one finger slides between them, discovering a hot and humid “nest”. I hear you sigh.I kiss you. I get up on my knees for one purpose: to remove the last cut of material between us. I’m undressing your underwear and squeezing me between your legs, covering your body with mine. Our mouths come together, at the same time that my strong penis penetrates slowly into you. You put your legs around my midst as I start moving in you. Slowly and shy at first, then faster and faster. With your eyes closed and biting your lip, you get me into your arms. I kiss your full lips. We move at the same time, giving the feeling that we are one being. We roll back on the blanket and you get on top of me. You are moving, allowing my eyes to admire you, and my hands to search you. You are tight and warm, mysterious and uninhibited, full of fantasy and desire, but, most importantly, you are mine! Only mine! I’m almost ready, I almost finish. You feel that and you release me. You get up and you get over me. You sit down on your knees on one side and you lean and you grab my penis with your hand. You get close to my stretched body and you start to love me with your mouth, kissing, licking every inch of it . We switch into the 69 position, being able to taste your pussy at the same time as you’re tasting my penis. We both have an orgasm. You kiss me, and you caress me on the chest and abdomen. You get close to my ear and you whisper me something.
