In a minute

He left the gently burning fire and wandered down to see her. Night was sneaking in with the promise of brisk temperatures. He carried her jacket down to her. His footsteps were soft in the grass and along the groaning dock. He stretched out next to her, his hand resting next to her suntanned face as he bent to kiss her.

She basked in the last of the day’s sun enjoying its warm touch on her face. She watched it lazily drift across the water marveling how it jumped at the caress of her fingers. Her cup sat sweaty and neglected along the edge; the beverage now separated and dilute. She closed her eyes, smiling at his shadow as it hugged her.

“Lemonade?” he asked quietly tasting her mouth.

“Mayyybe…” she raised her chin, making playful kissy noises.

He tasted her lips again. “With a hint of Banana Boat” he sputtered, wincing sourly.

She laughed and shoved him. He rolled away but came back with a push of his own. They giggled like children, groping, tickling and shifting away from each other. He didn’t remember the edge being so close or the drop so long; but he plopped in to the water, arms waving; mouth gaping in anticipation of the cold surge. His breath was sharp as the water excitedly surrounded and greeted his body.

“Awwww! Poor Baby!” she giggled offering her hand.

It was a mistake. His feet were steady on the braces of the dock. Regardless of her fight, she fell in after him meeting the same chilly fate. She surfaced with a shocked “O” and a shiver.

“C’mere” he laughed holding his arms out for her.

She swam over and wrapped her strong legs around him, delivering a rough, wet kiss. Then, pulling away began to swim to the shore; it wasn’t far, a few body lengths. He took off after her swiping at her kicking ankles.

She pulled herself out and raced up the yard toward the door with him close at her heels. Her jeans and shirt hung heavily around her shape seeming to drag her down. She squealed when she felt his fingers nibbling for her cothes; hearing his rowdy quick gasps so close behind her. She dashed up the back steps, hopped the rail and tried to get inside before him. She almost slammed his arm in the door. She screamed again followed by her laugh, covering her mouth quickly.

“Ooo! I’m sorry!” She jumped back giving him room to follow her in. She touched him, her
eyes filled with alarm.

“S’all right, I have another one.” And he dangled the uninjured arm helplessly. She playfully slapped it.

“I’ll get some dry clothes and start supper.” She said heavily allowing one last happy sigh to sneak from her chest.

“In a minute.” He said softly, catching her hip as she turned. His hand plucked the wet strands away from her cheek, slowly sauntering down her face and along her throat. His lips brushed hers to find them a little chilly and still a bit wet. He felt her smile and kissed her again. Her mouth and tongue were warm and sweet; inviting. He felt her turn back to him, coiling her arms around his neck. His scalp tingled as her long fingers wandered up the back of his neck and through his hair. He took a deep breath wanting to inhale everything about her.

She pulled back from his kiss, moving her mouth along his neck and up to his ear. Goose bumps raced down his spine to feel her teeth barely tracing its shape and whispering to him that she wanted to feel him, touch him. She gently pushed him back. He greedily reached for her.

“Please, don’t touch.” She whispered. He looked confused and squinted, cocking his head slightly. She giggled at him.

The firelight danced eagerly enjoying the lovers’ show. She slicked her hair back out of her face and began to unbutton her blouse slowly. Water had rendered it see-thru. He watched her body twist underneath it, his heart beating a little faster with the flash of her skin. She tugged at her jeans, stepping out of them and her panties and left them in a wrinkled heap. The fire cracked and applauded her as she stood naked in front of him. She never looked more beautiful to him than now. He stared at her, his desire raging under his skin. The flames hungrily licked at the logs peeking through the shadows as she led him to the couch.

She gently tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head. It squeaked against his flesh and ruffled his hair as it departed. She smoothed his ‘do and traced his face with her fingertips. She stepped closer and nuzzled his shoulder; kissed his chest. He sighed as her hands trailed along his jean, effortlessly flipping the button. All of his clothes were in the way. If he could have, he’d have jumped out of them. But she lingered. Her soft breath seemed to coax them off. Her gentle lips explored his shape, his body. He felt his knees go weak as her mouth and tongue became more adventuresome and insistent. He moaned, pulling her to him gruffly.

She gasped as his mouth hungrily found hers. “Don’t …” she began but his kiss stifled her words.

“Touch...” he finished and tasted her mouth again. He began a crusade of his own, his mouth firm and curious along the curves of her willing body. Her silky skin rippled with excitement and want while his fingers slowly stroked and teased her until she arched against him begging to feel all of him. He scooped her up resting her gently in his lap; her knees on either side of his strong body. He could feel her thighs tensing with desire as he moved against her. He loved watching her close her eyes and tilt her head back in ecstasy as she took him inside. She licked her lips and moaned softly. She moved his hands along her ribs to cup her breasts. Her nipples snapped to attention as his fingertips brushed them, kissed them.  His muscles burned and roped around her trim body. They began to shift together, their kisses harsh and breathy. His hands pulled her hips, rocking her against him. He panted lightly feeling the warmth of his climax beginning to spread across his body. She straightened suddenly and pushed against him, her breath hitching in her throat. She cried out, her fingers cloying at him. He felt her teeth briefly tear at his shoulder but her lips caressed his flesh passionately. He felt her entire body shudder. His name was all she whispered. She purred and rested her head against him. Her muscles quivered still and she shivered.

He leaned back, tugging her with him. He yanked at a blanket and flipped it over them. They lay together gently stroking, kissing, giggling in the firelight. He kissed her forehead and pushed her toes with his.

“Want some dinner now?” he mumbled into her hair.

“In a minute.” She sighed and snuggled under his warm embrace.

The fire giggled and popped late into the night barely lighting the single loving shadow.



I know, this week I faultered a little, but this will get your heart started...I hope. ;)
Have a great weekend and I hope to see you soon.  Thank you for stopping by; I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.