A Duet upon a Balcony

(Him)
You stand at the open balcony, the wind billowing the drapes around you, covering you in a silver river for but a moment. You hear me approach behind you in the dark, but by the time you turn your head my lips are at your neck, asserting my pent up lust. Your hands slide around me, one reaching down and grabbing my hand, pulling it up,near your heart, between your breasts; the other reaching back to grasp the back of my head, pulling me closer in. I move downward, biting your bare shoulder, the animalistic need building, my free hand grabbing your hip, allowing me to grind into you.

(Her)
The ocean waves hit the posts that hold the balcony. The smell of fresh salty air moves in a twisting motion inside our senses. Soft, but strong grinding motions upon each other. A slight release of breath and then a powerful kiss on the lips. Noses touching, cheeks rubbing and stomachs twisting. The special need of the other rises up our spines, and so does the white cotton night gown that I wear.

(Him)
I lift you onto the railing, dropping to my knees in front of you, your thin, innocent gown rises further up, allowing me access to your nectar. I start at your thigh, kissing upward, pausing to bite down, leaving my mark on your flesh. A new, pheromonic scent hits me, causing my blood to race south. My hands are snaked around your hips, helping your balance and allowing me to grab your ass with abandon. Your legs clench around my head as my tongue finds a sweet spot, eliciting a scream that drowns the crashing of the waves beneath us. The sheer adrenaline that comes from being on the brink excites us even more, allowing the raw sexual energy to pour out of us as never before. I delve in even deeper, determined to drink from you as never before, a man dying of thirst.

(Her)
A man dying of thirst you say. my moans indeed drown out the waves but the air is still calm. Our energy’s begin to entice one another. As you drink from my nectar I slide my fingers threw your hair, and tug just a little. Suddenly I sit on the railing no more. You have quenched your thirst but would like more. So we lay on the floor of the balcony. The perfect stage.

(Him)
Want melts to need. Pure, primal, unadulterated. I lean in and kiss you, the only civilized action I’ll be able to maintain the entire night. We’re lost in the wrenching in our groins, and I tear your night gown up, baring your erected nipples to the cool, salted air. One quickly finds itself engulfed between my lips, teeth gently grazing the sensitive circle of flesh.