Firelight

She lay on a swag on the grass and her body ached with wanting him. His eyes smouldered with unmistakeable desire. Then he leaned closer and his shoulders blocked the fires light, so she lay in darkness, quivering with exquisite anticipation. Her moist, eager lips parted to greet him. And his mouth lowered gently over hers. His kiss was hot, powerful, passionate. Perfect. Tilting her head back she arched her back lifting her urgent body towards him. His hands slid slowly up her shirt. Goosebumps trailed his touch as they dragged her shirt up with them until it was off. Then he trailed his hands lightly around to her back. At the feel of sweet release as her bra straps let go her need for him heightened. He ran his rough, calloused hands back to her front and began kissing the side of her mouth. Slowly he kissed his way down her neck to her breasts, each kiss sending more goosebumps rippling across her body. Slowly he began to move his tounge, kissing, circling, lightly biting her nipples as his other hand roamed downwards, searching for the warmth of her wet pussy. Slowly he began to move his hand, her breath catching as he his all the perfect spots. She let her fingernails trail lightly up and down his back, digging them in slightly when she began to moan with pleasure. She pulled his shirt off over his head as her want for him grew even stronger. He moved his hands away as he pulled her jeans off and did the same to himself. Then she felt the blissful weight of him on top of her. As he began to move up and down she grabbed his arse and pulled him against her harder, deeper. A low moan escaped her mouth and her fingernails dug into the taught muscles of him shoulders.