(Him)
You stand at the open balcony, the wind billowing the drapes around you, covering you in a silver river for but a moment. You hear me approach behind you in the dark, but by the time you turn your head my lips are at your neck, asserting my pent up lust. Your hands slide around me, one reaching down and grabbing my hand, pulling it up,near your heart, between your breasts; the other reaching back to grasp the back of my head, pulling me closer in. I move downward, biting your bare shoulder, the animalistic need building, my free hand grabbing your hip, allowing me to grind into you.

(Her)
The ocean waves hit the posts that hold the balcony. The smell of fresh salty air moves in a twisting motion inside our senses. Soft, but strong grinding motions upon each other. A slight release of breath and then a powerful kiss on the lips. Noses touching, cheeks rubbing and stomachs twisting. The special need of the other rises up our spines, and so does the white cotton night gown that I wear.

(Him)
I lift you onto the railing, dropping to my knees in front of you, your thin, innocent gown rises further up, allowing me access to your nectar. I start at your thigh, kissing upward, pausing to bite down, leaving my mark on your flesh. A new, pheromonic scent hits me, causing my blood to race south. My hands are snaked around your hips, helping your balance and allowing me to grab your ass with abandon. Your legs clench around my head as my tongue finds a sweet spot, eliciting a scream that drowns the crashing of the waves beneath us. The sheer adrenaline that comes from being on the brink excites us even more, allowing the raw sexual energy to pour out of us as never before. I delve in even deeper, determined to drink from you as never before, a man dying of thirst.

(Her)
A man dying of thirst you say. my moans indeed drown out the waves but the air is still calm. Our energy’s begin to entice one another. As you drink from my nectar I slide my fingers threw your hair, and tug just a little. Suddenly I sit on the railing no more. You have quenched your thirst but would like more. So we lay on the floor of the balcony. The perfect stage.

(Him)
Want melts to need. Pure, primal, unadulterated. I lean in and kiss you, the only civilized action I’ll be able to maintain the entire night. We’re lost in the wrenching in our groins, and I tear your night gown up, baring your erected nipples to the cool, salted air. One quickly finds itself engulfed between my lips, teeth gently grazing the sensitive circle of flesh. I kick off my pants and boxers, quickly adding to the clutter we created around us as we dove to the floor. With baited breath I look into your eyes for a final confirmation before I give in and slide in, slowly, inch by tantalizing inch, a duet for our stage.

(Her)
To be on a stage we would have to act, and act we are no more. I give my approval of your entrance into my body. Our nerves are touching, feeling. Then come the firm glides, and circular motions. I start to move with you as if in a dance for survival.

(Him)
Everything around us slows, and as we lose touch with the elements around us, our passion steals the spotlight of our focus. Your breath, the bead of sweat slowly sliding down your breast, the glazed over look of seduction in your eyes. It all blends together into one sensation. There is no where I would rather be, and I change my angle and tempo to stay in this world we’ve created as long as possible. Time ticks slowly by as we both hold onto the sensation. Moans, guttural growls, and heavy breathing the sound track to the oldest ritual there is.

(Her)
The world we have created is like none we have ever seen. Peaceful yet intense with passion. The breathing is fast then slows, our skin becoming moist. I roll with you until I’m on top. Slowing, I ride you until your loudest moan breaks through the sweet air. There is no stopping what we have started. My eyes connect to yours. Lips twisting and then our stomachs touch again as I begin to have a contagious need for your full lips. From your mouth I move down to your neck. Gentle nibbles turn to a light suckle. My nails scratch over your shoulders and travel past your collarbone to your side for better grip.

(Him)
I lay in agonizing pleasure as you ride me, biting my lip to try and keep from drowning nature herself out with my cries of passion. A devious smile plays across your lips, and mid rise there is movement above my head as you move quickly. The world suddenly goes completely dark as something covers my eyes. I start, not sure quite what is happening, but you placate me with a reassuring, gentle kiss. I lay as you lift off of me, moving my arms upward and securing them to the post supporting the railing. You move back down my body, the loss of sight heightening my other senses, specifically what I feel. Every unexpected kiss, graze, bite and movement of your hips is exciting and erotic, the fact that your in control the real pleasure of this new experience. The circular motion of your hips and expert clenching of your PC muscle starts to bring me to the edge…
I pull out, not wanting to end the night so soon. You slide down my chest, looking me in the eyes, the world slowly comes to focus as I back off from the edge, the material blind folding me sliding off in our sudden movement.

(Her)
There’s a metallic spark on my lips so I share the taste of electricity with you. The moonlight on my back gives me the courage to whisper in your year. I say sacred things that no one else should hear. My hand wraps around you, and I can feel your blood start to pump harder until your moans tell me that you can not want it any more then you already do. I ask if it is alright to place it inside of me one more time.

(Him)
I stare into your eyes, moving my gaze downward at the sight of what’s in your hand. You adjust yourself atop me, stroking it against your glistening velvet, slickening the head. I swallow down the lump in my throat and try to speak, but decide against it, worried whatever may come out will betray the confident face I’ve kept all night. Instead, I mentally steel my nerves, give a cool smile; and nod, thrusting slightly upward as you teasingly rub my throbbing member against yourself in another slow sweep. For the second time that night, I give you the dominant role.

(Her)
Instantly I start a figure eight with my hips, eliciting a moan from the depths of my chest. My hips are lightly pushing, our concentration on every inch of skin staying connected. The air is no longer soft and sweet. It is now filled with sweat and a tortuous sensation that I can’t put my finger on. Harder I move, faster I ride, until I need you to become a blanket on my goose bumped body. Still connected we roll, I want the feeling of you dominating. The velvet ropes tangle , and the drape falls onto one of my breasts. You push it off with your nose.

(Him)
As I nudge it aside, I can’t help but suck your pert nipple into my mouth, latching with my teeth and pulling your breast up and out. I thrust inside of you like this, attached to your body in two places, for a moment forgetting emotion, forgetting civilized love, and indulging in strong, unbridled fucking. I plunge into you, sweetness cast aside. I pull out, a thin, glistening rope of your moisture leading from your swollen lips to my head. Moving upward, my lips find your mouth, and I snake my tongue inside, savagely kissing you before pulling away. You look at me, upset at the lack of contact, but it is short lived. A gasp escapes your lips as I roll you over to your knees, and I smack your presented behind, causing you to assume a submissive pose and lower your arms, ass high in the air. I line up behind your slick opening, and you wiggle your hips in anticipation. My hands move to your hips for leverage, and in one quick, strong thrust I’m buried to the hilt in you.

(Her)
The emotions are gone and now pure animal instinct takes hold. I let you in over and over again. I still move with you, at the same time crying for more. More is what our bodies want. More is what our bodies will get. You hold on tight, as we moan louder, grunts escaping out of our throats. Our jaws clamp as we anticipate what is going to happen next. My animal instincts scream for me to turn and slam you to the floor; hold you down with all my strength and have my way with you. Because of the position we have suddenly switched to I can’t do just that. So I do my best to hold on to nothing. It doesn’t bother me, all i care about is the mindless fucking we are performing. A sigh turns to your name, quiet but noticed. I can feel your nails scratch up my back. A shiver, then explosive orgasm.

(Him)
A roar rips through the hotel room as your nickname for me, “Bear” is realized. My vision is taken, blinding white and various colors flash before me from the force of the orgasm. I push deep inside of you, subconsciously thanking modern science for letting me fill you with nothing to worry about, able to enjoy the moment. I ejaculate deep into you, my shaft pulsing with the ecstasy shooting out of me. A scream blends with my sub siding yell, and a mixture of my and your sex gushes out of you. We keep thrusting for a few minutes, pure carnal pleasure overloading our nerves, forcing us to stop. I grab the closest article of clothing, my shirt, and wipe away the mess we made before collapsing on the ground, the cool air playing across my chest. You look at me with a need in your eyes and I smile, inviting you in. Your face lights up and you lay with me, your head on my shoulder, arm around me, body tucked in close. The warmth of our bodies pressed together is just enough to be content in the warm summer night, and you kiss me as I play my fingers through your hair. Soon, we will drift off, the night over, but kept in memory.

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