It's a holiday weekend and the weather has been amazing. We've spent most of the day laying together in a hammock, sipping wine and enjoying the sun, swaying lazily back and forth in the breeze.
As the sun begins to set, we begin kissing tenderly, licking and tasting each other's lips, our tongues rubbing together as our hands roam freely. Moaning softly as your hand slides under my shirt, squeezing and massaging my breast, you push my bra up and out of the way so you can roll and pinch my nipples. My hand slides down your chest and stomach, caressing the growing bulge in the front of your pants. Hearing the low groan rumbling in your chest when my cool fingers undo your fly and slip inside wrapping around your warm cock, makes my pussy quiver.
Both of us meet the gaze of the other, seeing the want and need burning in them. Hastily we untangle ourselves from the hammock and head indoors, both knowing while romantic, hammocks are not practical for making love. Once inside we begin peeling off and throwing off clothes as we head to our bed, landing on it naked in each other's arms, mouths and hands moving in frenzied need.
You roll us, pinning me beneath you, the weight of your body pressing down against me holding me still. Slowly you lick and swirl your tongue around my left nipple, sucking and pulling on it before moving to the right, grazing your teeth over it and biting gently. It feels like sparks shooting through my body, causing me to cry out your name and a pool of warmth to form between my thighs. My back arches under you, pressing my body firmly against you as your touches fill me with need. Your lips and tongue continue moving lower until your mouth is hovering over my slick pussy, your warm breath blowing across it sending chills running up my spine.