All day she reclined upon his chaise lounge nearly nude, beyond blushing. She ached to move after so many hours in stillness. She was only just beginning to know this man, under his intense gaze she felt nervous, a skittish gazelle looking into the eyes of a prowling lion. He seemed to understand much about her without her having to explain. She quietly suggested visiting a nearby bar where good music always played, live and joyous. They could do with a break he said, only agreeing if they were to return, the moon would be full and he wanted to sketch her under the Luna gaze. Laughing she agreed, leaping up to dress. The bar was alive with people enjoying life, dancing to live swing blues, alcohol was flowing, laughter and sexuality in the air. They found a spot at the bar and enjoyed a drink. She wanted to dance he to watch her. He had ideas about taming the wildness in her, not to quell it but to serve him with it. He watched her animistic connection to the music. He thought she had no idea how beautiful she was gyrating, freely expressing her love of life through the music. She radiated life. She glanced up into his eyes often and slowly her dancing became directed toward him. He felt the need to claim her beauty grow, to swell, until he could no longer be patient. Holding her eyes he stalked toward her. She stilled at his approach mesmerised by the look in his eyes. He came so close he could feel her heat, see the trance she was under, sense her breathing change. He simply extended his hand to her silently she took it.
They entered the moonlit studio, he closed the door and told her to strip and kneel in the middle of the room. She held his gaze and knew he was serious and that he had no ill intent. She did as requested, his eyes on her and hers on him. When she had finished this elegant dance of disrobing and settled on her knees, only then did he take his eyes from her and move to put music on. She watched him move curious, and a little afraid at this turn of events. She knew she wanted to give herself to him, this deep, quiet, passionate man whose eyes held a hunger she had not seen before. He turned to her and asked; dance for me again. She sucked in her breath and felt the music, slow seductive jazz. Her heart beat with it and with eyes closed she began to move. Confidence grew and her eyes opened to find him watching her eyes wide. She smiled inside realising in that moment the beauty she expressed with her form and spirit. He started to dance too, he moved with the music toward and with her. They danced, him clothed her naked. He closed the gap between them and their dance became more erotic. She allowed herself to meet his eyes and saw his lust, his desire it was deep and beautiful. He bent to kiss her the fire lit between them was delicious she wanted more she gave herself over to his control, no fear, no concern was within her just the truth of the moment, the honesty of their mutual desire. His mouth brought hers to life, then her soft neck and collarbone.
He left trails of desire with his lips and fingertips stoking her desire to a fever pitch. She was shocked by her need of him, this gentle man who had wooed her with his artists sensuality and music. He allowed her to remove his shirt and discover his flesh with fingers and mouth. He moved her with his body and hands now she, drunk with her desire became more pliant allowing her sexuality free to howl at the moon. His mouth on her breasts sucking deeply of her as she cried out and begged for more. She wanted to be filled with him for the music to never end. His fingers sought her depths but warned she must still dance or else the fingers would cease. He knelt before her as she danced he slid a finger inside her she further moistened and ground into him. More fingers led to deeper abandon, her hands upon her own breasts, her moistness covering his hand. He kissed her sweet pearl and she cried to the moon please, please I want you to fill me. But he demanded she bring herself in her dance with his mouth and fingers to a sweet climax before he would allow her to be filled by him. Her voice became song as she danced against his offerings riding the sweetness to full. He knew when she arrived as her song ceased to contain words, reduced to joyous exclamation.
Then he stood, her dancing continued with cry of loss for his touch had momentarily ceased but then he was lifting her to plunge her onto his hardness joining them at pelvis. She allowed him to lift her for this plunge again and again before he settled her deeply on him wrapping her legs around his back to continue her wild dance on his cock. Deeper and stronger the waves of ecstasy gathered he held her at her waist as they climbed together closer and closer to the final leap of faith. As she began to wordlessly sing again he felt her contracting deeply around him and together they soared. She collapsed against him embracing, he held her for the longest time as her dance wound down and her ecstatic contractions ceased. Slowly he moved toward the chaise lounge draped in moonlight, lowered her to the Luna embrace and moved away to sketch her while she slept.
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