Overhead the moon show brilliantly through the barren branches of slumbering. Its wan illumination combining with the orange glow of the street lights to turn strands of vibrant gold into dusky locks whose promised dawn came from the dark glittering gems of eyes that sparkled up at me. Those eyes spoke of worry, concern and impatience as they slowly bobbed up and down. Flickering away as the wind sighed, stirring rustling leaves that swirled about in a cascade of dull brown, fearing some approach to this half secluded spot. The cold bite of the wind and that concern sending goosebumps crawling across her, reaching even up to the back of her head where I held her, feeding her desire to end this punishment as quickly as possible. A desire propelling her flicking and slithering tongue into frantic caresses along my throbbing cock even as her neck tensed, trying to move faster then my grip permitted.
But I took my time, enjoying myself fully. As I had enjoyed making her stand and twirl in front of me. Drinking in her outfit, the care she had put into it and how it made her glow. A glow I exposed one article at a time. Slowly, carefully. Taking in the sight of each step from every angle. Having her neatly fold and stack her jacket, skirt, shirts, bra and thong on the bench next to me. Leaving her kneeling on my jacket in nothing but her high heeled boots. I liked those boots.
A long lingering tease on a chilly night. The cold air contrasting sharply with her warm mouth and eager tongue. Making me shiver as I slowly drew her up and down. The pop as I pulled her off sounded remarkably loud in the quiet night. Nearly as loud as her frustration as I released her and tore open a condom. Still she knelt obediently as I slid it on and responded instantly when I commanded she come up. Straddling and posed above me my hands burning against her cold skin. I drew her towards me, hands moving up her back as I drew her down finding she was still warm as I pierced her. Expertly flexing and tensing around my cock, her pussy sending spasms of pleasure through me as her desire found a fresh expression. I curled my fingers around her shoulder blades pulling her the last of the way down. With exquisite slowness my nails raked down her naked back, leaving behind trails of fire as my teeth left clear marks around one nipple. She fought against giving us away with a scream. Settling my hands just below her ribs I started drawing her up and down. Using her. Pumping her like an oversized fleshlight. Growling the description to her, feeling her quiver in involuntary excitement at it. Hearing the moans begin to escape her as I shared my warmth with her. Forced it into her. One of my hands fell smacking into her butt hard, loudly. But it was my pinky sliding into her ass that made her lose control. Her head snapped down, teeth pushing through my shirt and into my shoulder.
I growled in response. Standing and turning with her still on me. Slamming her into the table, pushing the flabby part of my hand into her mouth to stifled her as I fucked her. Pounding into her. Dragging her naked back over the pitted wood of the table. My free hand pressing into her breast. One last feral growl rumbled from my chest as her screams strangled on my hand. One last explosive thrust.
Then I slumped over the table. The only sound our ragged breathing fluttering up through the barren branches to the bright moon.
