Maui Moonlit Nights

The humid Maui air hung heavy, thick with the scent of plumeria and salt. My wife, Sarah, was seven months pregnant, her body swollen and beautiful, a testament to the miracle growing within her. We’d booked a small, secluded condo overlooking the ocean, a romantic getaway designed to rekindle our passion amidst the breathtaking scenery. Little did I know, this trip would deliver an experience I'd revisit in my mind countless times.

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the pristine white sand, I noticed a peculiar feature of our balcony – its high vantage point offered a degree of privacy, shielded from prying eyes by the dense foliage and the natural curvature of the coastline. The darkness that enveloped the beach after sunset was absolute, making any potential observation nearly impossible. A mischievous thought sparked in my mind, one that I couldn't resist acting upon.

Later that evening, after Sarah had finished her dinner, I casually suggested we take advantage of the darkness. Her initial hesitation quickly melted away as she realized the allure of this clandestine opportunity. With a shared glance of anticipation, we slipped out onto the balcony, wrapped in a single, thin silk robe. The cool night air kissed our skin, a welcome relief from the tropical heat.

We leaned back against the railing, our bodies pressed close, a silent conversation passing between us. As I slowly pulled her closer, my right hand gently cradled the back of her neck, while my other ran along her burgeoning belly. Her breath grew shallow as she became increasingly aroused, her eyes locked on mine. A slow, deliberate make-out session followed, our lips meeting with a desperate hunger. I ran my hands over her body, tracing the curves of her breasts, feeling the tension building beneath her robe. The sensation was electric, igniting a fire within me.

Unable to contain my desire any longer, I reached beneath the hem of her robe, my fingers quickly finding their way to the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. With a moan of pleasure, she tensed as my touch intensified, my fingertips exploring the molten core beneath her skin. The wetness radiating from her body was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine.

“Guess someone’s really enjoying this balcony view, huh?” I murmured, my voice a low rumble against her ear.

“Maybe so,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

As if responding to my unspoken invitation, I leaned in for another kiss, my middle finger sliding into her depths, stealing her breath. Her hand instinctively moved to the waistband of my shorts, gripping my cock with surprising strength. The throbbing sensation was immediate, a primal urge that demanded release.

We continued our passionate embrace, the darkness surrounding us amplifying our senses. As I stepped behind her, my shorts slipping down to reveal my hard cock, her body arched in anticipation. The light ocean breeze swirled around us, carrying the scent of the sea and our shared desire.

As she bent at the waist, gripping the railing with her hands, her pregnant belly and burgeoning breasts hung tantalizingly beneath her robe. The sight of her body, so full and beautiful, sent a wave of pleasure through me. Without a word, she demanded, “Fuck me doggy style.”

Without hesitation, I slid my cock back into her waiting pussy, impaling her with unwavering force. The initial sensation was intense, a surge of heat that radiated through her entire body. As she reached under her robe, rubbing her clit with frantic energy, she began to moan, her body convulsing with each wave of pleasure. I joined her in her ecstasy, my thrusting becoming more frantic as her orgasm grew closer.

The rhythmic pounding of my cock against her swollen flesh filled the air, a symphony of lust and desire. With each successive wave of pleasure, her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she pushed me to the brink. The world narrowed down to just us, lost in the heat of the moment.

As she reached for my hands, pulling me closer to her, I felt a strange sense of vulnerability. Her touch was both gentle and insistent, a reminder of the life growing within her. She continued her frantic rubbing, her moans reaching a fever pitch as she prepared for another climax.

“Keep going, baby,” she urged, her voice strained. “You’re making me cum so good!”

I obliged, pushing myself harder, determined to satisfy her every whim. Her thighs began to shake uncontrollably as another orgasm ripped through her body, sending shivers down her spine. She gasped for air, clinging to me for support.

“It’s your turn, baby, I need your cum,” she whispered, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

“One more time, baby, let’s go for one more,” I replied, my voice hoarse with desire.

She moaned, reaching between her legs to rub my balls, her touch electrifying. As I continued my assault, she tightened her grip around my shaft, her body arching in anticipation. The pleasure was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that left me breathless.

As I climaxed, a deep moan escaped my lips, a primal cry of release. I collapsed back against her, our bodies intertwined, exhausted but utterly satisfied. She slid off the railing, her movements slow and deliberate, her gaze locked on mine.

“Wow baby, five times. Gonna be a while before this cocky grin leaves my face!” I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement.

“Yeah, yeah,” she replied, rolling her eyes playfully, then patting my chest. “Okay, goodnight. I’m dead tired.”

As she drifted off to sleep, her breathing slow and even, I leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead, savoring the last remnants of our passionate encounter. The darkness of the balcony held no fear for me now, only the memory of a night that would forever be etched in my heart. The baby moon may have hung high in the sky, but the most radiant light came from the warmth of our love, amplified by the privacy and intimacy of our shared experience.

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