I wonder what it would feel like to be out there among the stars, just floating? Surrounded by a myriad of cascading sparkles, encased in a shaken snow globe of glistening wonder. The endless dome of the sky is so near that I could just reach out and pluck a fragment of diamond from the velvety blackness. This is as close as I can be to heaven - on top of the Downs with you, on this clear, warm summer night.
We’ve reclined the front seats back as far as they’ll go and the soft-top is down, so our view feels limitless… like we couldn’t be any nearer to the cosmos. And then you shift your hand that is linked with mine, so your finger traces my palm and the delicate skin on the inside of my wrist, and it makes me shiver.
Breathing in the moonlight-scented air is heady and intoxicating. It’s almost silent, but things are moving and shifting around us and I’m not sure what’s real and what’s in my mind. You gently pull on my hand, and I lean towards you so our lips meet.
Your tongue traces the outline of my mouth and your hand goes to the back of my head, pulling me closer with firm pressure. I part my lips and your tongue slides in to caress mine, exploring my mouth in the same way it has discovered and memorised more intimate parts of me.
I moan involuntarily, and you pull back. You tell me you will stop if I can’t be quiet.
I know you’re half-joking… but sound carries in still, night air, so my acquiescence is just the merest puff of exhaling.
You kiss me until my head spins, your teeth trapping the tip of my tongue - nipping, licking, teasing, soothing. Then your hands are on my hips and you’re guiding me onto your lap to straddle you.
The scream of a fox momentarily breaks the spell the night is casting, and I gasp, so aware that we could be caught out at any time - this is a popular spot for walkers and star-gazers, and we’re lucky to be here alone.
I settle onto your lap and into your arms, feeling the blend of contentment and need that this always brings. I told you earlier it’s too hot for underwear, so you know the fabric of your shorts is the only thing separating my needy, wet cunt from the hard bulge waiting for me. I grind down on you, already aching and desperate to feel you fill me completely.
You pull down the strapless bodice of my sundress, so the cool night air caresses my breasts, glowing white in the moonlight. I place my hands on your shoulders and push myself into your hands. We are a perfect fit - warm palms cover me, my taut nipples abraded as you squeeze and knead and cup, with just the pressure I crave. Sensation from there travels and arrows down into the deepest part of me like a bolt of pure pleasure tempered with sharp need, heightening my desire until it’s almost unbearable.