Emily couldn't sleep. She laid there for about an hour, tossing and turning, until she finally started feeling claustrophobic. She got up and stepped out onto her balcony. She actually spent a lot of time there in the evenings, enjoying the cooler evening air.
She started to feel a bit better, as she leaned against the railing and breathed in the fresh country air. She laughed a little bit out loud, as she thought about her weird phobias. She didn't understand why she got so claustrophobic at times.
"What are you doing out here?" Mark asked.
Emily jumped at least a foot off the ground, as she spun around to see Mark standing a few feet away from her, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, which showed far more than they hid.
"I … I j … just needed some air," she finally managed to stutter.
Mark couldn't take his eyes off of her. He was looking at her from head to toe and taking his sweet time about it. It was a full moon that night and she was wearing an almost see through short nighty, which was showing him far more of her body than even the bikini had shown. The moonlight seemed to turn the white gown iridescent.
He could see the dusky outline of her ni**les, which hardened to peaks as his eyes roved over them. He could see the outline of her legs all the way up to her most intimate of places. Before he even knew what he was doing, he started walking towards her.
He was slow and steady as he took those few paces that separated them. Her eyes never wavered from his as he made his approach. It was like they were both in some inevitable trance. He reached his hand up and brushed back the escaped tendrils of her hair, which were floating in her face.
She couldn't contain the sigh that escaped her lips, when his fingers made contact with her burning flesh. She started leaning toward him in an unspoken invitation. That was all the prompting he needed.
He wrapped one arm around her back, pulling her tightly up against his nearly naked body. The other hand wrapped around the back of her neck, tilting her head up, giving him access to her full lips.
He gave her a moment more to turn him away. It would kill him if she denied him but he would never force a woman. When the moan escaped her moistened lips, he finally brought them both the satisfaction they wanted and brought his lips down to hers.
She had thought the kiss would be urgent, like it was in the pool but was surprised when his lips barely brushed hers. She moaned again and raised her hands to grip his neck, pulling him closer to her. She wanted to feel him pressed against her in every single way. She had no time for regrets, she wanted him and she needed him to fully kiss her and take the ache away.
He finally gave them what they both wanted and crushed her lips underneath his. He tilted his head, opening her mouth wider, so he could slip his tongue inside. Their tongues mated, as their hips ground together, mimicking lovemaking.
He let out a moan as she pushed her softness into his engorged manhood. His hand ran down the round perfection of her backside, until it found the hem of her nightgown. Then he slowly inched his way up her silken thighs, until he was gripping her, pulling her even tighter against him.
He let out another long moan, as he realized she wore nothing under the wisp of a nightgown. The only thing that separated him from entering her right then was the extremely thin cotton of his boxer shorts.
He suddenly swung his arm under her thighs, picking her up in his arms. He never broke contact from the passionate kiss they were sharing. He carried her the few feet to his balcony door and walked over to his bed, where he laid her down.
He stripped off his boxers and then her robe in two quick motions and lay next to her on the soft comforter. His hands were roaming all over her body. He couldn't touch her in enough places. He found every pleasure point on her and almost ended things before they had even begun, as she cried out her pleasure.
He finally tore his lips from hers, so he could trail them down her smooth throat. He licked and nipped at her erratically beating pulse and then made his way down to her generous br**sts. She was so curvy and beautiful. Her dusky pink ni**les were beaded and shining in the moonlight. He licked around their hardened peaks, before drawing first one and then the other deep into his mouth.
Emily's body jerked off the bed as he continued to lick and suck his way slowly down her torso. He circled her slight belly button and then moved lower. As his hands kneaded her thighs and his teeth grazed her skin, she cried out more and more. Then he gently soothed her flesh with the flick of his tongue.
When he finally spread her legs apart and kissed her intimately in her most sacred place, she begged him to love her. "Please Mark, please I need you inside me," she cried out. With one more flick of his masterful tongue her entire body jerked up and sweet heavenly release washed throughout her.