Moonlight
She turned off the bed light and, to her surprise, there was still quite some light in the room, despite the fact that her apartment was on the top floor of the building and her bedroom window was facing a dark field of sunflowers, not the street lights.
She turned her head to the window and through the slightly dusty glass she saw the full moon in the sky. There wasn’t any cloud on the midnight sky, just a few scattered stars, trying to shine in the darkness. It was mesmerizing. She just laid there for a few seconds, looking straight at the moon. Then she looked down, at herself. She was wearing panties and a top that covered only her breasts. She didn’t have a six-pack, but she was taking pride in how she looked. The intimacy of the moonlight made her wish he would have been there with her… around her… inside her…
She admired herself for a moment and imagined how his hands would look caressing her in the low light. She smiled and followed the pattern she thought he would have taken.
Her hand slipped down her thigh and came up, slightly scratching herself with the nails. She loved the colour of her nails; it was the perfect colour of red: not too bright, not too dark.
She closed her eyes for a moment and imagined his hand onto her. Almost without noticing, she touched herself on top of her panties and the warmth of her own hand made her sigh in desire. Oh, she wanted him so badly inside her.
The moon was the only witness to her struggle and desire. She opened her eyes and looked at herself again. Her nipples hardened through the soft fabric of the top and she felt she was ready for him to come inside her; if only he had been there. But not tonight; tonight she was alone.
She picked up the phone and when the screen lit up the magic of the moonlight disappeared instantly. She opened the camera and enabled Night mode. She took a few pictures of her body in the moonlight. They were shaky and the colours were totally off. She didn’t feel the magic anymore and the photos she had taken could merely show what she was experiencing. Nevertheless, she wanted to send him the pictures. Especially the ones with her butt, because she knew he would enjoy its roundness. After sending the pictures, she put the phone aside, waiting for his reaction.
As soon as the artificial light was gone, the magic was back. The moon was still shining through the window and the objects in the room were still casting long shadows.
She felt her clit pulsing slightly at the thought that he would have loved to lick it. She touched herself again; underneath the panties, this time. It was a hot night and her dirty thoughts made her skin glow with sweat.
She touched herself, wishing he was the one feeling her wetness instead. She looked at the moon and closed her eyes. She suddenly felt another set of hands on her. It was his. Oh, when did he come in without her hearing him? She smiled and looked down. He was on his knees between her legs, pulling down her panties slowly while looking into her eyes with that perverted look she loved.
He blew softly on her clit, making her skin shiver with pleasure. He started kissing her belly, ignoring on purpose her pulsing and getting wet. He looked up again and, for a moment, she saw his eyes sparkle in the moonlight before he went down on her.
He tasted her shamelessly and licked his way up to her clit turning her on under his hungry lips. She slowly caressed his dark hair and let go of a moan as he softly bit her aroused clit. She loved the way he was kissing her and, what she enjoyed the most, was that he didn’t use his fingers: his tongue and his lips were so perfectly synchronized to what she wanted; he didn’t have to add anything more.
She felt the need to be thrust hard and strong, but he didn’t show any signs that he planned on doing anything like that; not yet, anyway. She didn’t think she could take any more of his slurps and muffled kisses. She wanted to let go in sweet surrender under his lips and she was so close to doing it.
Her moans intensified and her body became stiff and tense, before the release, she didn’t notice he had left his position and pulled her by the hips towards him. The moment he thrust her profoundly, just like she would have wanted, she let go of a surprised scream. She looked down incredulously just to see him inside her, to confirm the hardness she was feeling was indeed his dick. He thrust hard a few times while his wet thumb was rubbing her clit gently.
She let go squeezing him hard and with a heavy breath, felt how he was getting out of her. He came closer to her face and she saw his dick in the moonlight shining with her wetness. She rushed to take him in her mouth, but he grabbed her head and pulled it back and he let go on her face while looking into her eyes.
Smiling, he cleaned her face gently, putting it all of him into her mouth. She sucked and licked his sweetness off his fingers.
The dawn crept through her curtainless windows and soon the light woke her up. She turned on the other side, expecting to hug him, but he was not there; she was alone. She rubbed her eyes and searched around for her phone. When she finally found it, she saw his late-night messages. He wished he weren’t on a business trip when she was that horny. She smiled and lazily got up. She opened the window and a cool morning air filled her chest. She wrote him back that she wished she had woken up with him inside her. He replied with a smile. A few excruciating moments passed before his next message: ‘I’ll be home in half an hour.’
She smiled perverted remembering her wet dream and went to take a shower.
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