Moonstruck

 sf

Tonight, my senses are keen. The Moon is round, too round, ready to burst it
seems. I feel it searching, seeking, prying even, yet it is inviting. The
sea is making herself discreet, familiar with playing in the background. She
is there because she has to be, maybe a bit curious, more so than an eager
participant... The waves roll over my feet, reminding with every embrace how
warm my body is. They set the rhythm for my stride and echo the inner rhythm
asleep within me. The sea glows in her beauty, almost a rival. Yet, the Moon
is looking at me, forgetting she is there, reflecting in its glance...

The Moon follows me, preceeds me, invites me. With every step, I am drawn
towards it, without ever getting closer. It invites, teases, plays me and
with me but will not feel my touch. As you would. What if it were you?

Your eyes through it are making themselves indiscreet, as you could be. Your
glance observes, notices, feels. The Moonlight slides over my every curve,
my naked shoulders. I feel your gentleness, a gentleness I sense as yours,
even if I have yet to know it. It covers every inch of my body. I follow its
course. My breasts become erect under my body suit in answer to your every
caress. Your eyes defy me, well assured. You move with conviction. Your
light makes its way between my thighs with every stride. I feel it seeking.
As my thighs glide against each other in rhythm, they render your
indiscretion captive, pressing between my legs.

My eyes look up, searching for yours. I sense promise.

I can hear my breathing getting deeper. I am amazed to notice my growing
feverishness. Your glance is insistent, provocative, caressing along my
legs. As the waves die at my feet, a second wave is drawn over the curves of
my calves. My skin shines, prisoner of your embrace. You filter through from
everywhere, from nowhere, without asking permission, without being invited.
And I walk forward... still...

You make your way through me as I sense your hands grabbing, wanting,
famished. As I imagined them. Not subtle, because you do not wish to be.
They take.

My body contracts as I feel you overtake me. A hint of desire is making me
quiver. I savor the moment with closed eyes, peering inside as to witness
that which is growing. I breathe slowly, swept in by the waves' rhythm. I
let myself be invaded...

Desire stems from everywhere. The salt-scented wind perfumes my skin. Your
hands pry under my clothing. I feel your fingers playing with my firm
breasts' tips.

I long for your greedy mouth, the softness of your hands, your brutal
embrace. I moan with pain, with softness...

I fumble over the sand, my body abandoning ship under the weight of the
invading light. I fall...

The light takes shape between my legs, an impatient beam. My desire once
again plays to yours. I wonder who started the game. But not for long, as I
begin to focus on one obsession: to come. And you will get me there...

I need not insist, I feel your presence in my every move. You are the one
removing my clothes, piece by piece, taking time to notice my breasts,
playing between my thighs , feeling the early wetness... I can no longer
wait. I offer myself to you in a glance, our eyes meet for a split second,
long enough for you to understand my silent request. Your light takes me, I
feel it penetrate me. The wetness of my lips guides you, surrounds you,
tightly. My buttocks contract, my back arches.

I can feel it coming, making its way. Along my spine, taking hold of my
shoulders, of my breathing... it feeds on my soul. It is bold and assured,
barely touching the erection at my breasts, grabing my waist, and sets in
between my hips. It irradiates to the surface of my skin, along each leg.

You are within me from everywhere. I am opened to you. And the sea sets the
motion. My pleasure knows, laughs at what it knows. It controls me, takes
over me. I feel its power and I try to resist. The more I try, the more
power I feel. Your power. I am a prisoner of your embrace. No exit. Yes.
One.

I come with intense pleasure, naked on the white sand, under the Moonlight.