Lace, Wine, & Lost Control

The California wine country air hung thick and sweet, a heady mix of grapes and damp earth, as we celebrated five years of marriage. The week had been idyllic, a perfect blend of relaxation and indulgence, and tonight, I had planned something special. A surprise, really. I’d chosen a short black lace dress, the kind that begged to be both admired and touched, paired with a pair of vibrant red high heels that promised a touch of danger. I also had a few other little gifts in store, things that would heighten the anticipation, things that would make him truly understand the depth of my desire.

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the rolling hills, we found ourselves in a quaint, French-styled restaurant tucked away in the heart of the city. A cab had been essential, as we'd both indulged a bit too much in the wine tastings. The rich, dark red of the Cabernet Sauvignon still lingered on our tongues, a pleasant warmth that mingled with the growing heat between us. The atmosphere was intimate, the lighting soft and flattering, creating an ambiance that was both sophisticated and seductive.

The elevator ride back to our lodge was charged with unspoken excitement. The space was small, the air close, and the tension palpable. As the doors finally closed, he pinned me against the wall, his hands gripping my hips with a possessive urgency. His lips moved against mine, a demanding kiss that left me breathless and craving more. It wasn't a gentle, lingering kiss; it was a primal connection, a declaration of intent. I was dizzy, the wine having taken its toll, but the sensation of his body pressing against mine ignited a fire within me. Instinctively, I released my shoes, discarding them near the hallway, and began to walk towards our room, hoping to buy myself a little time, a little space to savor the moment.

He followed, his pace deliberate, his eyes locked on mine. As we reached our room, a log lodge that perfectly blended rustic charm with upscale comfort, he moved swiftly, a predator closing in on its prey. He unzipped my dress with a slow, deliberate motion, his fingers tracing the delicate lace. Normally, I’d tease him for a while, prolonging the anticipation, but tonight, I wanted to see his surprise, to witness the look in his eyes when I revealed the gifts I'd prepared. When I gently dropped the dress to the floor, he gasped, his gaze falling upon the new black lace bra and panties I had chosen especially for the evening. The sight of them in his eyes – that familiar look of pure, unadulterated desire – sent a shiver down my spine. It was a look I knew so well, a look that never failed to ignite my passions.

There was no need for further hesitation. I reached up and loosened his tie, watching as he shrugged out of his blazer and then his shirt, revealing the lean, muscular physique beneath. He took me in his arms, holding me close, his hands caressing my body, squeezing and pinching my skin with a playful brutality that both thrilled and terrified me. Feeling the heat of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, I instinctively jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Dry humping, a desperate, building wave of pleasure, erupted between us, feeding the flames of our desire.

He stepped towards the bed, but I had a more audacious plan in mind. This was a fantasy I’d always held, a secret yearning that I longed to fulfill. Sex on a balcony, bathed in moonlight, surrounded by the beauty of the California night. I slid down to the ground, pulling his hand with me, leading him towards the curtains at the end of the room. He looked at me with a curious expression, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, but he trusted me implicitly. I threw open the curtains, revealing the expansive balcony overlooking the vineyards, and placed my hand on the latch… then, a wave of doubt washed over me. But he had an idea, and he executed it flawlessly. He slammed me against the cool glass door, pulling off his belt and grinding my ass against the smooth surface, the sharp edges of the glass a tantalizing contrast to the softness of my skin. The air was cool against my breasts through the thin lace bra, a sensation that emboldened me, and I flipped the latch, sliding the door aside. The night air, infused with the scent of grapes and wildflowers, rushed over us, carrying with it the promise of pleasure.

The sunset had painted the sky in hues of red and orange, a breathtaking spectacle that served as the backdrop for our illicit encounter. As we stepped out onto the balcony, the warm, humid air clinging to my skin, I knelt at his feet, surrendering myself completely to his touch. He hesitated for a moment, glancing around nervously, as if concerned about being seen, but I offered him reassurance, a silent promise that we wouldn't let anyone interrupt our private world.

I dug my hands into his thighs, pulling him close, feeling the heat radiating from his body. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious blend of anticipation and release. He began grinding into my breasts, his movements both gentle and insistent, while I kissed and licked under and around his waistband, unable to contain the mounting desire. But I couldn’t wait too long, not yet. As I slipped the waistband down, taking his penis as far as I could into my mouth, he grabbed my hair and started pulling my head down, the cool air rushing over my face as he leaned in close. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and utterly captivating. I loved the way he looked at me, the way he dominated, the way he made me feel so incredibly alive.

I was lost in the moment, surrendering to the pleasure, but I knew he wanted to prolong the experience, to savor every second. I pulled my head back and smiled at him, and he lifted me to my feet. He gently pushed me over to the padded wicker deck chair, and I sat on the edge, anticipating his next move. It was his turn to kneel, and he complied without hesitation. “Hey, take these off, baby,” he whispered, tugging at the elastic of my panties.

“Only if you take something off too,” I replied coyly, meeting his gaze with a playful challenge. He seemed a little nervous, but I had offered him what he desired, so he gave in. He took off his underwear and was naked in the starlight, a silhouette against the darkening sky. I was a lucky girl, indeed!

His mouth was on me before he could even begin to remove my panties. The heat was already building, a wave of pleasure washing over me, and I knew he was eager to continue. He knew my favorite moves, my every desire. “Close, baby,” I whispered, and he unleashed the most mind-blowing move of all. As he rubbed, two curved fingers pressed on my g-spot, his mouth simultaneously sucking on my clit. The orgasm that followed was earth-shattering, a symphony of spasms and jolts that left me breathless and trembling. And somehow, amidst all the intensity, he remained glued to my lady parts, maintaining that intoxicating rhythm, until the waves of pleasure subsided.

He got up and lay down on top of me, his weight heavy and comforting against my body. My mind was hazy, lost in the afterglow of the intense experience, as I sucked his lips and fingers clean, savoring every touch. He lifted me and carried me back to the bed, and he was inside me as soon as my back hit the pillows. We were pressed together all the way down, skin on skin, lost in a world of pure sensation. Our mouths didn't break contact for an instant, and somewhere in all of this, he had managed to remove my bra. It was just him and me now, and nothing between us.

He quickly slid his cock inside me and started slowly, but passionately, building the intensity until it reached a fever pitch. He was ready, and it didn’t take long before he accelerated, pushing me to the very edge of ecstasy. As he leaned down to kiss my neck and breasts, I made sure he saw me snake a hand down to my clit, a silent signal that I was ready for more. I knew that always got him, and he responded instantly, leaning back to take in my reaction. The change in angle sent me spiraling through the roof, and I felt the wet spurts inside me, and I looked up to take in my favorite look on his face. I didn’t think I could love him one bit more, but I had been proven wrong once again.

We lay there, tangled in each other, breathless, and wordless, lost in the lingering heat of our shared pleasure. I grabbed his wrist to check his watch (yes, he even wore one to bed most nights!), a habit that always amused me. It was only nine o’clock, so I asked him, with a mischievous glint in my eye, “Think we can do it again before bed tonight?”

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