Kiss The Moon
written by:
Adriana

We sat quietly watching the flickering flames of the fire. It was a sultry summer night, not even a breeze blowing. The sky was clear and full of stars--perfect weather for sleeping beside a lake in the middle of nowhere. My thoughts back on that night are so clear, I feel like I'm living it all over again....

"What were you thinking just now? I saw you smiling, "he softly speaks, taking my hand into his own.

"Mmm, I was thinking about how many times we've talked about the moon," I answer, my eyes gazing intently up at the sky. "I remember you telling me that on New Year's Eve you blew a kiss to the moon because you couldn't give one to me." Turning to look at him, my eyes meet his and I feel him clasp my hand a little tighter in his own, as he too remembers that time.

"We missed a lot of kisses then, didn't we?" he asks with that tender loving look in his eyes that I know all too well. Slowly I edge closer to him on the bench, ever so softly kissing his cheek and resting my head on his shoulder.

"Why don't we go for a walk down to the lake while this fire slowly dies out?" he suggests to me.

I raise my head from his shoulder to look towards the lake down below. It looks very calm with the light from the moon shimmering in the small ripples.

"I think a walk is a great idea," I answer, smiling up at him. Still with my hand tucked into his we start off down the grassy path.

"Wait here one moment, I've forgotten something," he says to me with a mischievous look in his eyes. Smiling, he leaves and than returns a few minutes later with a blanket in his hand.

"Are you planning on taking a nap in the moonlight?" I tease while I'm not able to stop a blush from spreading across my cheeks.

"Hmm, I brought it to keep you warm," he replies. And with a wink and that sexy smile, he takes my hand and we continue down the pathway.

The forest surrounding us is silent. Every so often our thoughts are interrupted by a twig in a tree cracking from a squirrel or his angry chirp resulting from the disturbance. It is a wonderfully peaceful evening, the kind that you never want to end. There is that fresh summer scent hanging in the air, the mixture of wild flowers, trees, and the scent of the lake itself. With the water before us, I take in a long breath of nature and savor it in my lungs. I truly have a love for summer when nature is fresh and alive all around me.

Finally at the shoreline we stop and enjoy the extraordinary view. Across the lake towards the east we can see the outline of the mountains. "I wish summer lasted forever," I sigh and continue to look longingly across the lake at the outline of the mountains sketched against the dark sky.

Spreading the blanket out on the ground, he tugs at my hand and we both stretch out on it, staring into the sky. This is heaven, I muse laying here in the warm air, stars surrounding me overhead and the man I love beyond reason laying here beside me.

"If summer lasted forever, when would we build a snowman together?" he asks, breaking into my thoughts.

Grinning, I reach for his hand. "Ah yes, how could I forget the snowman!" Tracing my finger along his hand and up his arm, I start to giggle.

"I'm afraid to even ask what you're thinking," he says to me.

I can hear the smile in his voice without even turning to look at him. "Oh, I was just remembering how we planned on making a snowman," I said in response.

"Then why are you laughing?" he asks, now puzzled at what I found so humorous about that. He turns to his side, facing me to hear my answer.

"I don't know, it was just so cute, all the silly things you say when you are falling in love with someone." I now turn to face him. "Even building a snowman seemed romantic!" Leaning closer, I place a soft small kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Come a little closer and tell me about the snowman," he whispers.

"Closer like this?" I ask, moving a fraction of an inch closer with a sly grin upon my face as I wait for his reaction.

"More like this!" he says, grabbing me about the waist and pulling me to him, our bodies now pressed together on the blanket.

"Oh dear, I don't think I can concentrate on snowmen, being this close to you," I murmur while nibbling his bottom lip.

"My point exactly!" he says, catching my lips with his own and giving me a warm, wet kiss. My body shivers from the gentleness of his kiss. It is like the first kiss all over again. It seems every time he kisses me, all my thoughts disappear and I am weak to his touch. I feel his hands slide from my waist to the center of my back as he pulls me tighter to him. His lips so soft and wet hungrily seeking mine now, his tongue slipping between my parted lips and slowly mating my tongue with erotic caresses. A soft moan escapes my lips as his hand caresses me from my back to my hips. Softly he whispers, "Aren't you glad I brought the blanket?"

"Oh, I am very happy you brought the blanket," I giggle. This time it is me who pulls him closer to kiss him with my fingers running through his hair and then trailing over his broad shoulders. Pressing my leg between his and pushing my hips forward into him, our bodies draw tighter with every breath. Playfully I bite his bottom lip with my hands now running down his back and tugging his shirt out of his shorts.

"Need a little help?" he whispers to me in a husky voice and pulls his shirt off. I can't wait to touch his skin, to feel his bare warmth as my hands run over his shoulders and back. Even though I have memorized every inch of his body, it still thrills me as I undress him.

Our kisses become a little more probing, a little more erotic. His hands now move across my shoulders and push the thin straps of my tank top aside. Moaning softly, I let my head fall back as he starts trailing kisses down my neck and across my shoulders. I can feel my body reacting to every kiss and caress he gives to me. Our breathing is becoming a little more rapid. I enjoy the thrilling feeling of his hands as he covers my breasts, and gently massages them.

I want him to just pull my top off so I can feel his hands on my bare skin, his lips as well. Intuitively he senses my needs and slowly his hands drift down over my belly, then slipping his fingers under my top, he reached for my breasts. The pleasure of that first touch is indescribable. The aching for that touch had been running through my mind since the moment he started kissing me. My nipples are taut, aching to be teased and tasted.

Slowly and teasingly, he pushes my top up over my breasts and nuzzles his face to them. The sensuous feeling of his tongue swirling around my nipples is breathtaking, and as he takes one into his mouth, the sensation causes my body to tremble from sheer pleasure. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I massage them to encourage him to keep going. "Oh yes, baby... I love what you do to me," I moan lavishly. He gives me what I need, ravishing my breasts, squeezing them in his hands while his mouth devours my aching nipples.

"Kiss me!!" I gasp, caught up in the electric current rushing though my veins, wanting to taste his lips again, to feel the weight of his body over mine, his bare chest pressing against my heated breasts.

He crushes his lips to mine with such intensity that I can hardly stifle a second gasp. I run my hands over his hips to the waistband of his shorts where I find the button and start to tease him with my fingers, freeing the button from it's hold. With every kiss he presses against my lips I can feel how incredibly turned on his is. I slowly run my hand down over the front of his shorts and I am rewarded with a soft groan. I seductively tease him longer, rubbing my hand against his clothed sex, wanting to make him ache for me even more. He buries his face into my neck as he waits, hoping I'll open his shorts and slide my hand inside them. Turning my head I whisper into his ear, "Make love to me... please."

His hands slowly move over my stomach and down to my hips. He begins massaging my thighs while his lips continue to tease mine. Seductively, he trails his hand up my thigh and them parts them to stroke between my legs. Much to his delight I moan loudly as I push my hips forward against his hand.

Out of sheer desire and urgency I tug at the zipper of his shorts to open them, wanting to feel his manhood in my hand, eagerly anticipating the groan that I'll hear the moment my fingers gently stroke him. He shifts his weight to help me remove his shorts and quickly get them out of my way, tossing them into the growing pile of clothes along the side of the blanket.

I run my hand over his boxers and notice he has stopped kissing me. It is becoming increasingly difficult for him to concentrate as he anticipates my touch. Slowly, I slip my hand inside his boxers and I smile upon hearing him suck in his breath. I want to make him moan and beg me to let him take me. It takes a practiced hand to make a man weak like this. I know how to wrap my fingers around it and not pull too hard, to start off slow and gently hasten my strokes as I feel him growing harder. "You like the way I do this, don't you," I grin as I look at his flushed face.

"Oh yes, that--feels--so--good," he replies, his words breaking between my strokes.

With both of us moving into each other, soft moans are replacing words, hands now teasing and playing with each other. It's like, who is going to win this contest of seduction. Gently he pushes my shorts over my hips and slowly down my legs, his hand leisurely making their way to my inner thighs.

"Oh please!" I beg as with every stroke up my leg he comes closer to my now very wet panties. I have to admit, I am a lot weaker than he is when his fingers get close to my sex.

"Mmm, be patient," he teases as his fingers drift along the edge of my black panties. There is no hiding now of how much I want him. I quiver at every touch and shift my hips, enticing him to touch me where it really counts.

Still teasing around the edge of my panties, he starts kissing me, first my breasts, gently sucking on them with his tongue flicking over my nipples and driving me wild, then moving downward to nibble and kiss my tummy and tongue my belly button. He hears a long loud sigh as he slowly rubs his hand over the wet crotch of my panties. Oh, this man is such a good lover, he could make me faint if he tried hard enough!

"Oh baby, do you think we should stop now and go back to camp?" he asks playfully as he seems to know he now has the upper hand.

"Noooooooooo," I moan, completely lost in the feeling of his hand still stroking me through my now soaking wet panties, and with the air touching me I can actually feel my moisture seeping beyond the elastic of my panties. His reply is a finger slipping under the elastic and stroking me. Tenderly he runs his finger between my very swollen lips and slips it inside me. He loves the moan and gasp he hears as he slowly slides it into me and then teases me gently with his lips now also kissing my thigh and nibbling on it. Then, what to me seems like an eternity later, with painstaking slowness he removes my panties.

Amused with my growing hunger and slight frustration, he begins kissing my legs again, especially between my thighs, purposefully avoiding getting too close to where I really want him. He has used that same tactic before, knowing that I will start swaying my hips, luring him in. He savors this moment of control over me and enjoys the hunger in my eyes, knowing that there is nothing else but this moment on my mind.

Gently, he again strokes me and presses two fingers inside of me this time. Nothing is better to him than feeling my entire body tremble from his touch, and this is why he loves to tease me so. Then, just when I am about to go insane, he lowers his lips to me and softly runs his tongue along the soft lips of my vulva. My trembling become stronger and my sighs more audible as his tongue gets more intent into licking and swirling over all my sensitive areas from my swollen clit to the opening of my canal.

My hand reaches for his free one and I squeeze it so hard that I make him wince. Knowing that he has taken me nearly to the edge of my sanity, he flicks his tongue a little faster. My entire body shudders, and he can feel me tighten around his fingers now deep inside of me. His hand is now crushed in mine as the ocean like waves of orgasms rocks my entire body.

With a smug victorious grin, he moves over me and plants a very deep wet kiss on my lips. Reaching for him, I let my hands roam all over his body with only one final destination in mind. I let out a needful gasp when I take the bulk of his excitement into my hands and slowly with the hint of urgency begin to stroke him. My mind is swimming with thoughts of how much I want him inside of me. While kissing his lips hard and teasing his tongue with mine, I continue to stroke him.

I whisper into his ear, "Ohhhhh, I want you so badly inside of me, but I just have to taste you first!" And slowly I move down his body. I let my hands run all over his muscled thighs while kissing his neck and chest, still teasing him in the familiar sort of way he was teasing me.

Feeling his body become tense with anticipation, I reach for the waistband of his boxers and not so gently tug them off, knowing there is nothing that I want remaining to shield him from me. I also know that he wants them off and my mouth on him. Now!

With nothing in my way to obstruct my reach, it is a feeling of sheer excitement to take his throbbing manhood into my hands. I can't help but moan as I stroke it, knowing full well he wants nothing more than to feel me just take him entirely into my mouth. I hesitate for a brief moment and decide not to tease and do just that! My reward is a deep moan from him.

I know I made the right choice, for him and for me. I love the tasty salt of his pre-cum spicing the rawness of his fleshy bone. It is so exquisite in the way it feels to run my tongue against a man's shaft when he is aroused, running my lips down his shaft to lick and suck and taste him, then to fight the urge to completely devour him over that great rush of ego when he starts throbbing at the brink of exploding in my mouth. It's hard to stop and wait until his breathing slows down and the throbbing isn't so intense for the fun of taking him there again. But there is something really hot about making a man beg me to let him cum in my mouth.

All this thinking is driving me crazy. Feeling him tremble and knowing that one more deep plunge and he is not going to be able to hold back, I stop. I have to feel that inside of me. I want to feel his arms clutching me as he pushes himself deep inside of me. "Oh honey, I want to feel you inside my pussy," I utter as I lift my head up from his lap.

He smiles and pulls me onto his lap. He is laying back against the blanket as I nestle him between my legs. Sinking, I slowly take him inside of me, moaning, leaning forward to reach his lips with mine and kiss him hard, and I can feel him so deep inside of me it almost hurts.

It is a little awkward at first to get a good rhythm going, but when it happens, my body instantly begins to tremble, his strong hands gripping my hips guiding me, my arms around him with my breasts rubbing against his chest. Mmm, how close to heaven can I possibly get?

Softly I murmur, "I love you" into his ear. Oh, those words are like liquid ecstasy pouring up from my heart and spilling from my lips. My mind is empty of thoughts other than the intensity of how much I want to fulfill his every last desire for me.

I sit up to ride him. Arching, I feel his hands moving up my back, then coming around to massage my breasts. I urge my body to move faster over his and I can feel the trembling in my legs increase with each slide of his hard flesh within me. I can't concentrate on kissing him any longer. Moaning as I feel the intensity building inside of me, feeling him throbbing and swelling, I know he is desperately trying to hold back and wait for me.

Oh, then that tingling vibration in the core of my being, like a spring being wound tight until it snaps! That is how my orgasms come to me this time, and as it hits, my entire body shudders and my voice cries as this heat of passion overwhelms me. He moans, arching his hips, pushing deep inside of me, and I can feel the warm liquid passion flooding me from the end of his root, and I am loving the feeling of him shudder with each thrust into me as it passes over him.

Then finally there is that meeting of our eyes, a wild look of passion and our lips meet for a long loving kiss. He brushes the hair from my face and whispers, "I love you too."

We snuggle up on the blanket and the blanket is large enough so that we can drape it over us. "Do you think we should sleep here tonight?" I whisper sleepily with my head now resting on his chest. After a moment I slowly lift my eyes to see him sleeping and I pull the blanket more tightly around us. With a smile I blow a kiss to the moon. One last kiss to the moon is my last thought as I drift off to sleep in my lover's arms.