Underneath the Canopy - Part Two

The lights of the party were still faintly visible in the distance, a shining pantheon of lights obscured by the canopy. It was possible, if someone inside the remote house looked at just the right angle that they might see two silhouettes, a man, and a woman, kissing passionately amidst the tall trees. She had led him here, not even once turning around to check he had followed her.

He pressured her against a tree trunk, one hand reaching past the elastic band in her pants, greedily grabbing at any flesh it could touch, whilst the other desperately attempted to unhook her bra. He could feel her hands grabbing at his belt, clumsily messing with the buckle. His tongue desperately invaded her sweet mouth, clashing with hers in a furious tussle as the air filled with the resonance from their muted moaning.

With their bodies intertwined, he could feel the radiating warmth coming off her slick skin. His wandering hands in her pants finally reached her depths, his fingertips savoring the experience of her wet folds. Her eyelids snapped open at the sensation, her pupils widening into perfect emerald pools before letting out a deep, satisfied whimper of pleasure before letting her eyelids once again come down.

She felt his stirring groin underneath his trousers, letting his cock twitch under her slight touches.

A wolfish grin covered her face. “Not bad. I can work with this.”

They tumbled to the ground, rolling in dry leaves like squirrels fighting over a nut as they ferociously ripped cloth from flesh until both were naked in that silent forest. She ended up on top, her brunette hair shining and her tanned skin radiant amidst the moon’s luminescence. Without pause, she pushed him into her,

As she grinded determinedly up and down his cock, his hands stretched upwards devotedly to her beautiful breasts swinging freely in the cold, night air above his face. He clasped one in each hand, the soft flesh spilling out between his fingers. Gently, he pinched at her pink peaks, eliciting gratified mewls from the beautiful woman riding him. Steam from their combined gasps of ecstasy rose and made a cloud that sparkled in the moonlight overhead.

She bent downwards, allowing her chest to depress against his and her hair to fall across her shoulders and make a curtain between them.

Her forehead touched against his, and between little moans she whispered, “I think you’re about to lose that bet.”

It was difficult for the young man to concentrate on anything as he drowned in waves of pleasure and his subconscious lost herself in the eternity of his lover’s emerald eyes.

“Wha- what?”

The woman began to gyrate more forcefully, bringing herself upwards and placing her hands on each of his muscular shoulders. She bit her rosy lips with contentment as Mark groaned uncontrollably under her ministrations.

“It hasn’t been fifteen minutes yet, and you’re about to cum.”

All at once, his world shifted on its axis as he felt his member, surrounded in a perfect sheath of overwhelming and soaked pressure, engorge then release. He cried thankfully into the night as his senses betrayed him and showed him a world incomprehensible.

When reality returned, Aphrodite was no longer on his cock. She was reattaching her bra while from her still uncovered entrance leaked a small, dribbling stream of his hot, white seed which puddled on the forest floor.

She turned back to him, smiling nonchalantly. “You weren’t terrible. Maybe next time we met, I’ll give you a rematch. Oh, and don’t let me catch you drinking any beer.”