Golden Moon, Tangerine Kiss

Sheer tangerine curtains whipped in the balmy winds, coming off the ocean, of their sea-front hotel room. The mesmerizing glow of bright moonlight lit on the gold band of Meghan’s left hand as she crossed the thick plush carpeting. Her husband watched her, thinking she looked like an angel sent from heaven in the filmy white negligee and matching very thin robe. Her hair was loosed from its usual perky ponytail, the red-gold curls spilling around her shoulders, curling intimately about her breasts, teasing her now pert nipples. He felt himself harden. A slow pulse began in the tenting of the silk boxers; he had surprised her with, the night of their honeymoon.

She stepped closer, directly in front of him, her creamy breasts lightly tanned from their recent sun bathing, in direct line of his vision. He reached up to cup them in his hands; they fit so perfectly. He ran his thumbs idly over the tips, gazing into his bride’s eyes, hearing the catch in her breath. “Let’s do something different,” she whispered, running her fingers through his dark hair.

Evan wondered at the sly smile teasing her soft pink lips. “Sure. I’m game, what did you have in mind?” He ran his hands up her bare arms, releasing the faint scent of oranges that had come bottled in her shower gel. The scent was invigorating – sensual even. He didn’t know how aroused he could get from the smell of citrus – until now that is. She smelled good enough to eat. “I’ve always wanted to do it on the beach, in the moonlight, where there’s no one around. It’s been a fantasy of mine, I guess,” she said, bright color pinking her cheeks.

She toyed with the curling hairs on his chest, not quite meeting his steady gaze. Evan grinned, tipping up her chin so their eyes did meet. “It? It could mean a lot of things, my dear. Care to elaborate?” A giggle escaped her lips at how absurd she was being. This was her husband for Pete’s sake! “Knock it off, Ev. You know very well what I mean. Making Love,” she said punctuating the air with her fingers to make her point.

Evan slid his hands around her back, drawing her closer, his rock hard erection pressing into the soft skin of her stomach. “Sounds like a plan to me. But if we’re going to do anything, we’d best get a move on or we won’t be leaving our room tonight.” His eyes darkened with rich sensuality as he moved against her, bringing her flush against him. Meghan nodded shakily. “Let’s go.”

Wrapped in huge dark beach towels, the newlyweds crept from their room, along the back of the hotel, over the wall separating the ocean from the building and walked the short distance to the sugar white sand. Meghan sank her feet into the coolness, giving a soft contented sigh. “Oh Evan, it’s so beautiful here. I could stay here forever.” Evan stepped up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss into her soft hair. “Ummm, me too.”

They watched the moonlight dance on the surf as it rolled in, crashing gently against the rocky boulders, sending sprays of light into the air. It was the perfect setting for lovemaking. Evan tugged the towel, knotted at her breasts, away, gazing at the beautiful vision before him. She was even lovelier in the moonlight. Her skin seemed to glow with a luminescent sheen. He caressed her shoulders, reaching around to rub his open palms across her breasts. He felt her relax against him, her head sinking into his shoulder, arching the fullness into his hands. As he kneaded the swollen globes, he felt her reach around, behind her, to release his towel. As it fell, she replaced it with her hands, rubbing him, stroking him through the thin material. She liked the way the silk moved, sensuously against his skin, her fingers. A soft moan escaped her lips as he grew in her hands, pressing him closer, all the while working his penis with her hand, running her finger along the veins that stood out, vivid in the moonlight.

She turned in his embrace, giving her fuller access to his pulsing penis. Pushing her hands inside the boxers, she caressed his shaft in a firm but gentle grip. Using her free hand, she fondled his balls, hanging just within reach. At the double contact, it was his turn to groan. Meghan felt the negligee being lifted from her body, his hot urgent mouth on her nipples, sucking hungrily. Her hand left his twins to cup his hard buttocks, pressing him closer, all the while working his penis with her hand, running her finger along the veins that stood out, vivid in the moonlight. Then she surprised them both by slipping out of his embrace and sinking to her knees in the cool sand. Through the opening of his underwear, she took him in her mouth, very gently, very slowly, relishing the hot skin against her lips, the erratic pulse in her mouth. She ran her tongue just over the head of his penis. It was silky to the touch. She swirled her tongue around, getting used to how he felt against her mouth.

She glanced up to see his reaction. He was staring at her with wide eyes, his hands caught in her hair, his face contorted with what she could only take as extreme pleasure. “Oh baby,” he sighed, as she resumed her oral attention, paying extra attention to the underside of his penis. She had read somewhere that it was extremely sensitive to the touch, and she guessed by the shakiness in his legs, as he braced his hands on her head, that the article was right. She worked him deeper into her mouth, caressing his shaft with her tongue in crazy, wild circles as she found a comfortable rhythm. She gained speed as she went, using her hands in correlation with her mouth. Suddenly he pulled away. She looked up, startled. Had she done something wrong?

He was quick to assure her that she had done everything right, as he eased her down on the thick towel. “I’m so close baby. I want to give you what you’ve given me before it’s too late. I want to make love to you. I want to be inside you.” His eyes darkened with rich sensuality as he moved against her, bringing her flush against him. Meghan nodded shakily. “Let’s go.”

Wrapping himself tightly around her, he brought her close, the cool sand cushioning their movements. He began kissing her neck, her breasts, her stomach, all over. He smelled the salty air, the sweetness of her skin, and felt the heat of her body against his own. As he continued to kiss her, he felt a change in her. Her breathing grew faster, her heart rate quickened, and her muscles tensed. He knew he was close to losing control.

He shifted her slightly, and then, without warning, he pulled her even closer, pressing her against him, and began to thrust. She let out a cry of pleasure, her hands gripping his shoulders, her legs kicking against his thighs. It was a wild, desperate, passionate moment. They moved together as one, lost in the heat of the moment, their bodies intertwined, their souls connected. As he reached the climax, he pulled away, panting, exhausted, and exhilarated. He looked down at her, and she was already shaking with pleasure.

He pulled the towel back up around them, and they lay there for a moment, catching their breath, savoring the afterglow of their shared pleasure. The moonlight continued to bathe them in its silvery glow, and the waves crashed softly against the shore, creating a soothing, rhythmic soundtrack to their lovemaking. He leaned down and kissed her again, deeper this time, and she responded with a passionate moan. It was a night they would never forget.

As the first hint of dawn began to break over the horizon, they rose slowly, feeling refreshed and invigorated by their intimate encounter. They shared a tender embrace, and then, hand in hand, they walked back to the hotel, their hearts filled with the joy of their shared experience. The memory of their night on the beach would forever be etched in their minds, a testament to their love and passion.

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