Heart's Desire--One Hot Southern Summer Night
By Heather
The hot, muggy Southern night envelopes her in a warm, steamy embrace. The heavily perfumed air, smelling of honeysuckle and night jasmine, intoxicates her mind and her soul. The rush of the nights' sounds, the wind in the trees, the song of all the birds singing sweetly together, the sound of the crickets chirping, the hum of the frogs and buzz of the cicadas in the distance, all help to create a spell over her, one that would not be broken that night.
The South, with it's new experiences for her, is weaving it's charm around her, never to let go.
The house where they are staying is a very old 'Civil War' plantation house. Called "Heart's Desire", it was bought by the Santos family bought many years ago. It was restored and is now used in one of now many legitimate businesses the family runs. Very stately and spacious, she thought at first sight it was one of the most romantic places she had ever seen. The main house is very large, with giant columns in the front, whitewashed brick, and three stories. It has that haunting majestic beauty that many of the places and things she's seen in the South so far seem to have.
She leans back in her huge lounge chair and sighs. He glances over at her and grins, knowing the spell that is being cast over her and loving watching it happen. He is pleased that he was the one to introduce her to this extraordinary place. The same spell was cast on him many years ago. He reaches out and takes her hand, leaning over to kiss her on her cheek, thinking she looks so beautiful here. She smiles back at him and squeezes his hand.
Heat lightening brightens the sky. She jumps, surprised, but he calmly reassures her that there will be no storms tonight, at least not in the sky. He gives her a wicked grin, loving the equally wicked look she gives him at the double edged comment. In the twilight, fireflies play over the trees and the grass. They give them a magnificent dance to watch and add to the enchantments of the night.
He lights a match and slowly begins to light the candles, to detract the mosquitoes he explains, that are scattered around their balcony. He turns on slow, romantic music. He crosses over to where she is sitting and takes her in his arms. He sits, holding her close in his lap. He gazes at her, treasuring every part of her; her lovely face, her beautiful hair, her dark, warm eyes, her exquisite body.
She blushes under his intent stare and ducks her head, smiling shyly. He touches her chin lightly, lifting it back up and caressing her cheek. He pushes a stray lock of her curly blonde hair behind her ear as he leans forward and kisses her softly. She reaches up and strokes his face, moving around to thrust her fingers through the dark curls at his nape. He deepens the kiss, pushing his way into her mouth, making her press closer to him, wanting, needing more of him.
He slowly massages the back of her neck as he continues to kiss her in this slow seductive way. She moans softly, loving the feel of his hand on her neck and his mouth on hers. Her moan encourages him to move his hand around to her throat and collarbone, keeping up the massaging tempo of before. Her face, flushed from the numerous emotions he is producing in her, is surrendered to his lips as he rains it with tiny kisses. She gently caresses his face and neck, gently nipping at the sensitive area around his ears and on the side of his neck. He mutters her name, pulling her ever closer to him, even within the confines of their chair. He slowly begins to massage her arms, still kissing her very slowly, rubbing his hands up and down her side.
She leans in, taking his shirt and pulling it out from the waistband of his jeans. She lightly runs her hands up his stomach and chest, resting them softly there, feeling his rapid heartbeat. He gasps at her touch, moving to take her shirt and do the same thing. She stops him, taking her shirt and pulling it over her head for him. His eyes darken with passion. He reaches for her, pulling her back to him.
He beings to lazily massage her back, just as he had massaged her neck and arms. He leans her back, allowing him easier access to her neck and collarbone, on which he presses small, tender, and light kisses. She moans, beginning to get frustrated with his agonizingly slow movements. He senses this and reaches around her, unsnapping her bra and removing it in one swift motion.
She gasps at the sudden movement, it being so totally out of the tempo he had been setting. He grins slyly, plainly enjoying her reaction. She playfully swats at him, but he catches her arm, forcing her to fall onto him. He takes her into his arms, kissing her more passionately, forcing any thought of retaliation out of her mind. She tugs at his shirt and he allows her to move far enough away to remove it. He pulls her back, flesh to flesh, savoring the feel of her against him. She winds her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. He gently caresses her body, making her arch her back and moan for more.
He deftly snaps open her shorts and removes them and her underwear in another swift movement. She gasps at the sudden movement, but recovers quickly and moves to do the same to him. He then picks her up and lays her down on the blankets and pillows he had set up on the balcony in anticipation of this.
She looks up and gasps. He looks to see what has briefly captured her attention and sees the millions of stars and the bright crescent moon that have so captivated her. She says, in awe, that she has never seen so many stars before. He smiles, and agrees. She rises up to bring him back down to her, kissing him as tenderly as before, wrapping herself around him. He lays down on top of her, caressing her body and kissing every inch of her. She moans softly, wanting more and more.
He relents his torture, taking her so suddenly that she immediately cries out. They move together, slowly at first, but slowly increase the tempo as they get into a natural rhythm. They climax together, calling each other's names, feeling all the love they have for each other fill them up inside. He holds her close as they come down together and tells her how much he loves her. She smiles at him and tells him how much she loves him too. They lay there, on through till morning, enjoying each other and the hot Southern night.