In the shimmering glow of a full moon over the Amalfi Coast, Elena and Marco had escaped the mundane rhythm of their married life in Toronto. Elena, a vision of ethereal beauty with her lithe, curvaceous figure, porcelain skin that glowed under the silver light, full, firm breasts capped with pale pink areolas, and a mound of plump, tender labia guarding her tight, warm depths, felt alive again. Marco, her devoted husband of ten years, watched her with hungry eyes as they strolled along the cliffside path, the sea whispering secrets below.
Their villa overlooked the ocean, a haven of white stone and flowing drapes. That night, as stars dotted the velvet sky, Elena turned to Marco, her voice a sultry murmur. “Darling, under this moon, I want to rediscover us.” He pulled her close, his lips claiming hers in a kiss that tasted of salt from the sea air and the sweet wine they’d shared. His hands roamed her body, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin silk dress.
They retreated to the bedroom, where moonlight filtered through open windows. Marco undressed her slowly, revealing her flawless form. Her breasts heaved with anticipation, nipples hardening to rosy peaks. He knelt, inhaling the faint musk of her arousal mixed with the floral scent of her perfume. His tongue traced her inner thighs, tasting the salty dew of her excitement. Elena moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Foreplay built like a crescendo. Marco’s fingers parted her plump labia, exposing the glistening pink folds and her swollen clit, begging for attention. He licked her slowly, savoring the tangy sweetness of her juices, while she gasped, “Oh, Marco, yes, just like that.” His erection strained, veins pulsing along its thick length, the purple-red head slick with pre-cum.
He positioned her on the bed, entering from behind in a doggy style that allowed deep penetration. The insertion was agonizingly slow; her tight, wet heat enveloped him inch by inch, her inner walls contracting around his throbbing shaft. “God, Elena, you’re so tight,” he groaned. She pushed back, the slap of flesh echoing softly. The rhythm started slow, building to fervent thrusts, his cock rubbing against her textured vaginal walls, hitting her cervix with each deep plunge, creating a surreal fusion as if breaching into her very core.
High tide approached. Her breathing quickened, pussy walls fluttering in prelude. Love juices flowed copiously, soaking them. Then climax hit: her body convulsed, vagina clenching like a vice, squeezing his cock in rhythmic spasms. She screamed, “Marco! I’m coming!” Waves of ecstasy rolled through her, fluids gushing, muscles tensing then melting. In the afterglow, her depths pulsed gently around him, their mixed essences warm and sticky, a soul-deep satisfaction binding them.
They lay entwined, whispering endearments. “I love you, my wife,” Marco said. But Elena’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Let’s make this night unforgettable.” They moved to the balcony, where the moon bathed them in silver.
There, face-to-face in a lover’s embrace, Elena straddled him on a chaise lounge. She guided his rigid member to her entrance, lowering slowly. The sensation was exquisite: her slick folds parting, swallowing him whole, her cervix yielding to his insistent pressure, merging in profound intimacy. “Ride me, my love,” he urged. She rocked, grinding her clit against him, the wet sounds of their union mingling with night birds’ calls. Scents of sweat, musk, and semen filled the air.
Rhythm varied from languid circles to frantic bounces. Her full breasts bounced, nipples brushing his chest. High climax built: breaths ragged, her inner spasms teasing him. Peak arrived in a torrent—her scream piercing the night, pussy contracting fiercely, milking him dry as she squirted, body shuddering in release. After, gentle throbs echoed, their essences mingling in warm bliss.
Refreshed, they headed to the en-suite bathroom, steam rising from the shower. Under the warm cascade, water traced her curves like liquid moonlight. Marco pressed her against the tiled wall from behind, his hands cupping her breasts, tweaking her sensitive nipples.
Foreplay in the steam: kisses tasting of fresh water, his fingers delving into her soaked pussy, thumb circling her clit. “Take me now,” she begged. He thrust in, the water amplifying the slippery glide. Her tight warmth gripped him, walls undulating. Pounding rhythm: slow at first, then piston-like, cock delving deep, kissing her cervix in ecstatic union.
Climax crescendo: her moans echoing off walls, breaths hitching, pussy quivering. Explosion: violent tremors, contractions squeezing like a fist, floods of nectar mixing with water. She wailed, body arching, then slumping in sated peace, their combined scents steamy and intoxicating.
Exhausted yet insatiable, they returned to the bed for a fourth round. In missionary position, legs wrapped around him, their eyes locked. “Forever yours,” she whispered. Insertion was tender, her velvet depths welcoming him home. Thrusts deep and loving, friction building to euphoria.
Final high: prelude of gasps, spasms; peak of quakes, fierce clenches, ecstatic cries; afterglow of pulsing warmth, souls intertwined.
As dawn approached, they slept in each other’s arms, the moon’s promise of eternal desire fulfilled.
Leave a Reply