Under the Harvest Moon

As the night sky closed in upon her, her spirits fell. He wasn’t coming. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She no longer heard the tranquil sounds of the water, the whipperwhill or the steady croaking of the frogs. She felt the sob growing in her throat and her eyes sting holding back the tears welling up. As the first tear rolled down her cheek she suddenly felt his warm hand slide over her shoulder. She jerked up and whirled around to face him. His eyes sparkled like black diamonds in the moonlight. He didn’t speak, merely took her face in his hands and gently started kissing her. His lips were searing hot and she felt her insides give in to the passion. She went limp in his embrace which seemed to fuel his desire. He kissed her hungrily and began opening the front of her dress. Slowly he unbuttoned each one, watching the desire in her eyes. His touch was tender yet demanding at the same time. He wanted her. He had waited so long to have her for his own. Now, in the bright moonlight of the harvest moon, he would fulfill his desires. Her pulse quickened as he slowly kissed her body. His hands were expertly caressing her and fanning the fires of desire within her. She ached for him to enter her. His powerful manhood was beautiful. She couldn’t help but pull it to her mouth and taste its golden nectar. He was perfect and he was finally hers. He slowly laid her back on the soft grass and held her hands above her head in his. He kissed her mouth passionately but softly as he entered her. She could hear herself groaning with pleasure but she was in another place, another world of desire. His world, their world. His pace quickened as she pulled him to her. She rocked with the motion that overwhelmed her from deep inside. The tingle was unmistakable. She wasn’t of this world for just a few moments, enjoying the pure excasty she wished would last forever. As he felt her slowly release, he quickened his pace and brought her back to that heavenly place again and agiain. Finally spent and drenched with beads of sweat, he climaxed in a burst that sent his senses reeling. This woman, this powerful, wonderful, sensual, center of sweetness had just captured a place in his heart never touched by another. He gently swept the hair from her face and tenderly kissed her lips. The desire in her eyes was unmistakable matched only by his own. An owl hooted in the distance and a warm breeze swept them away to dreamland.