As I step out of the bath, the air feels cooler. My skin, still warm and damp from the steamy waters, pricks at the new sensation of the breeze sweeping through the beach house.

Walking into the living room, my bare feet pads on the hardwood floor as I make my way towards the open French doors letting in the ocean breeze from the patio.

The view is incredible, with the bright full moon reflecting off the waters, and the waves crashing onto the shimmering sands of the beach. This is the backdrop to the large leather chair in front of the small firepit where you await me.

I smile contently and run my fingers through my damp curls. Your back is to me. Your hair is slightly ruffled from where my hands had mussed it from our earlier lovemaking on the kitchen counter. Your bare shoulders show you are still shirtless.

The glow of the fireplace gives your shoulders an orange tinge. The beauty of nature outside and the amber glow inside makes for a wild and intimate mixture which is how I feel about our encounter.

I hold the towel around my body. My full breasts push at the cotton material making it barely cover my body. On a wicked whim, I let the towel fall to the floor before walking up behind you in the chair. There is, after all, no reason to wear anything since I hope to continue where we left off.

You are holding a glass of wine in your left hand, and I perch on the right arm of the chair, allowing your right arm to pull me into you and onto your lap. It is a peaceful moment, a delicate time of silence and happiness, and knowing that this is a rare moment that might not find a way to happen again in our lives.

I place my arm around the back of your neck, nuzzle close to your face, and squirm on the towel wrapped around your waist.

I feel your hand stroke my side, paying careful attention to the curve of my breast and then close detail to the shape of my thigh until I sigh into the side of your neck and kiss your ear. My hand softly strokes your chest and down your belly, until I find the edge of the towel and loop my fingers inside. Smiling at you, I stand and let my body press over you in the chair.

With one hand on the towel, and the other on the back of the chair, I kiss you slowly and passionately. My tongue moves between your sultry lips and my full breasts brush against your hairy chest. In one motion, I slide down between your legs to my knees and pull the towel away at the same time, revealing your beautiful cock that begins to grow hard again.

You watch my every movement. Along with the sounds I make, and the way I move, the one thing that stands out the most to you is watching me take you inside my mouth.

My hand leads the way, wrapping around the base of your shaft and stroking in slow, firm movements. My eyes are bright with passion as I watch your cock thicken in my grip. It is all you can do to not lose control of yourself from watching me stroking you.

My hand moves faster, and my grip grows tighter as I continue to stroke you. I look up to watch your face for a moment. Your hand caresses my face, and your thumb pulls against my bottom lip as you look down at me. I smile at you, kiss your hand, then lick my lips before opening them and lowering my mouth toward your waiting cock.

I use my tongue to flick softly against the large head of your cock. I swirl my tongue around the head, then take your tasty manhood deep inside my mouth. Your body stiffens. My mouth feels delicious to you, warm, wet, and inviting. It is all you can do not to let out a cry.

You lean back against the chair and push your hips forward to allow me better access. You cannot resist wrapping your fingers in my hair to stroke my head as I take you deep into my throat and ease back out to swirl my tongue around the tip and take you back in again.

You want to guide me, to control my mouth. You apply pressure to the base of my skull, moving me to the rhythm you like best. Your intentions are encouraged by me as I cup your balls in my hand and moan my approval with you deep inside my mouth. You arch your back, close your eyes, and give in to the moment of pleasure I am giving you.

Your hips rock against my face, and one of my hands moves to stroke your shaft in rhythm along with my mouth. I lean back for a moment to catch my breath and stroke you while I look at you.

You lean up to look at me sitting back on my haunches, watching you as I stroke your throbbing cock. I dip down to nip at your inner thigh. Then I kiss a path to your belly and look up at you again.

“I want to make you come and taste your pleasure,” I say and take you deep into my mouth again.

My tongue slithers beneath your shaft as I take you in and out of my mouth. I slurp your cock until my saliva drools down your shaft and drips from your balls. The mood is passionate and intense. You try holding back for as long as you can, to prolong the pleasurable sensations of my mouth around your cock, but to no avail.

I feel you tense. Your balls tighten and tingle, and your hips thrust with stronger passion. This is what I want, what I am working for. Knowing you are close I suck harder and seal my lips tighter around your shaft.

Your hands clutch my hair and hold my head closer to you. I feel you shift and hear your breath quicken. You let out a loud groan as your hot semen shoots from the dilated meatus of your cock and fills my mouth. You thick, pungent release globs between my tongue and palate. I hold you there, loving the feel and taste of you emptying your pleasure in my mouth.

The pleasure of your release is my reward. You come harder than I had expected after our evening of lovemaking. I hold your entire load in my mouth. After your last spasm, I pull my mouth slowly upwards off your slackening cock and swallow the thick, tasty semen I had caused you to release.

You called my name in your moment of release, and now you are breathing hard and completely collapse in the chair. I stare at you and allow you time to collect yourself again.

Before long, you pull me into your lap again and kiss me over and over. “You’re amazing,” you tell me.

I curl into your arms like a contented kitten, happy that I pleased you, and to be here in the one place I want to be. Together, we watch the ocean rolling in and out under the moonlight, happy to relax and find peace and contentment.