"There's an orange half-moon just above the river," he says. "Come see!"
She raises her eyes from the UI screens on her laptop and slowly walks towards him, staring outside. He opens the window a bit. The fresh air of the night and background noises fill the otherwise silent room.
The moon is stunning, and its reflection on the waters makes it look so big that nothing else is relevant in the frame.
She smiles and turns to him. He's lost in the vision, the moonlight hitting his face, delineating his wolf-cut eyes and cheekbones, and highlighting his smile - lost in the moment. He is so attractive she has to look away - like so many other times before. Oh, the things she'd like to do with him, and him to her!
Almost reading her mind, he reaches out to her hand while staring at the moon. His touch always made her tingle, a mix between calming her down and firing up her brain. He squeezes her hand for a few seconds, playing with the fingers and her bones, then moves to her butt, caressing it slowly, like nothing was happening.
Then suddenly, he gives a little slap on the butt cheek and moves up to the waistline, pulling her towards him.
He knows she's getting excited because she wobbles sideways, her knees going soft for a second, while she holds on to his muscular arms and shoulder.
"What if we played a game?" he whispers in her ear. "What if I'll kiss every place where the moonlight touches your skin?" His voice already drives her crazy. This playful and open attitude of his makes her sigh, the first time of many...
He takes his time. Undressing her layer by layer - she has sooo many! Patiently kissing her in between, she caresses his chest under the t-shirt, opening up the pants, and feeling his cock getting firmer in his panties under the movement of her fingers. She wants more already.
"Shssss, not this fast..." he reminds her what game they're playing. She abandons herself to him, enjoying the moment and his touch, his lips on her lips, his tongue exploring her neck and her armpits. His hands remove her bra, and his tongue circles her nipples and bites them softly until they become hard and aroused.
She moves to go down on him. He stops her with a teasing not yet but allows her to remove his t-shirt. Again, the moonlight hits his muscle lines. He's like Michelangelo's David. His masculinity is seductive, confident, and overpowering in the best way possible. She can only imagine what he has in mind and that's the most alluring part of all, what will come next from his imagination...
She doesn't have to wait long. After a long passionate kiss, he whispers, "I want to taste you," in her ear, and his tongue goes to her belly piercing and to her clit, his hand keeping her waist pressed against the window.