The air felt cooler when I stepped out of the shower. My skin, still warm and damp from the steamy spray, pricked at the new sensation of the breeze sweeping through the house.

“He must have opened the windows,” I thought as I walked into the living area.

My bare feet padded across the polished wooden floor as I walked towards the open French doors that were currently letting in the ocean breeze from the patio.

The view was breathtaking. The bright full moon reflected its silvery glow off the waters, and the ocean waves rolled in over the white sandy beach. This was the backdrop to the large leather chair in front of the small firepit where my lover sat, waiting for me.

I smiled and ran my fingers through my damp curls while thinking about our earlier lovemaking on the kitchen counter. I could still feel the lingering sensations of our passionate encounter.

He was still shirtless. The glow of the firepit gave his shoulders an orange tint at odds with the silvery moonlight shining in from the beach. The mix of colors was wild and intimate, which was how I felt about this encounter.

I held the bath towel around my body. My breasts pushing at the material barely covered my upper half. On a wicked whim, I let the towel fall to the floor before coming up behind him. There was, after all, no reason to be covered when nakedness felt so much better.

He held a glass of wine in his right hand, and I perched on the left armrest of the chair, allowing his left arm to pull me into him and onto his lap. It was a peaceful moment, a delicate time of silence, happiness, and knowing that this was a rare moment that might not find a way to happen again.

“The moon is beautiful tonight,” I said as I placed my arm around his neck and nuzzled close to his face.

“I think you are beautiful too, every inch of you,” was his reply, making me blush and squirm on top of the towel that wrapped around his waist.

His hand stroked my side, paying careful attention to the curve of my breast and then close detail to the shape of my thigh until I sighed into the side of his neck and kissed the lobe of his ear.

He turned his head and smelled my freshly washed hair.

“All clean from dessert, I see,” he said, reminding me of how he earlier covered my breasts with whip cream, trailed it down my body to my pussy, and licked it off until I had exploded from the attention. It was something I would think about often when I recall this day.

I smiled at him. “It would seem that way,” I said as my hand stroked his chest, exploring him until my hand found the edge of the towel, and I looped my fingers inside the edge. Smiling at him, I stood up and let my body press over him in the chair.

I brushed my breasts against his chest with one hand on the towel and my other hand on the back of the chair as I kissed him slowly and passionately.

In one smooth motion, I slid down between his legs to my knees and pulled the towel open at the same time. The night breeze had the same tingling effect on him as it had on me earlier as the thing I sought began to grow hard again.

“Of course, there is still something I have been craving for,” I said as I looked up at his eyes.

He watched my every movement. I knew that having me naked on my knees before him was a frequent fantasy in his mind. Along with the sounds I would make and the way I would move, the one that he longed for the most was watching me take him inside of my mouth.

Sucking cock, to put it mildly, had always been my favorite goal in pleasing a man, and my reward is his cum.

On this night, my hands led the way, wrapping around his shaft and stroking in slow, firm movements. My eyes were bright with passion as I watched him getting harder under my hands. I stroked him a little faster, and I looked up at him to watch his face for a moment. I noticed from his lustful, watery eyes that it was all he could do to not lose control of himself from watching me.

His hand caressed my face, his thumb pulled on my bottom lip. I smiled at him, kissed his hand, then licked my lips before opening them to lower myself toward his waiting cock.

I used my tongue to flick softly against the large head of his cock. I could taste the pre-cum that oozed from his meatus. My hunger for him grew as I swirled my tongue around the head, then lowered my lips slowly down his thickened shaft.

He clenched his lips to soften his cry as I made my hot mouth feel so good to him, so warm and inviting. He leaned back against the chair and pushed his body forward to allow me better access.

He could not resist touching me in this moment of intimacy. He wrapped his fingers in my hair to stroke my scalp as I set up a rhythm of sucking him deeply in and out of my mouth and throat.

He loved watching his entire cock disappear between my lips. He wanted to guide me, to control my mouth and find his release when he could not hold it back any longer. He applied pressure to the base of my skull, moving me into the rhythm he liked best. I encouraged his intentions by massaging his balls as I moaned my approval with him deep inside my throat.

The sensation was overwhelming to his senses, and he arched back to close his eyes and give in to all the pleasure that I was giving him.

All the images of me he had seen when he would touch himself in his private moments, all the sounds and moments that we had shared this very night flooded his mind, mingling with the image of my thick curls entwined in his fingers and my green eyes watching him as his cock slid in and out of my mouth faster. The reality and fantasy of having his cock in my mouth were becoming a blur to him as he felt himself building up earlier than he had expected.

His hips rocked against my face, and one of my hands moved to stroke his shaft in rhythm along with my mouth. I leaned back for a moment stroking his cock with just my hand while I looked at him. He leaned up to look at me, sitting back to watch him as I stroked his cock.

I gave him a sultry grin and dipped down to nip his inner thigh. I kissed a path to his belly and looked up at him again, and softly said, “I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste your pleasure.”

His body shook when I said it, and he shook even more when I took him back into my mouth again.

My tongue flicked the underside of his shaft on my way down and pressed firmly along the length going up. I slurped and swirled my tongue around the cockhead with my lips and tongue before sliding my wet lips back down the length of his shaft, taking him once again deep into my throat.

As the time grew closer to his climax, the sexual tension grew more passionate and intense. I felt him tense, his balls tightened, and his hips thrusted with stronger passion.

This was what I wanted and what I had been waiting to see. Knowing that it was close, I began sucking harder, holding my lips as a seal around the shaft. I could feel the cockhead pulsing between my tongue and palate.

His hands clutched my hair and held my head closer to him. His breathing increased, and then his hot, salty semen began spurting from his meatus, quickly pooling into a large glob between my tongue and palate. My hungry moan mixed with his moans of release. I swallowed, and he gave me more. I loved the feel of him emptying into my mouth. I loved the taste of his pleasure. Mmm, so rich and creamy!

Knowing the pleasure that I gave him gave me a pleasure all my own. I continued to suck his raw, fleshy cock even after he softened between my lips.

When it was over, he pulled me into his lap again and kissed me over and over.

“You are amazing, Reyanna,” he whispered.

“And so are you, Daddy,” I softly whispered his pet name and curled into his arms.