Tiptoeing across the lush pasture, Chloe carefully avoids the dried leaves, knowing if they were to crack beneath the weight of her feet the silence would be shattered. She wants to savor the quiet stillness, the simplicity of her surroundings allowing her to be lead by the beats of her heart. Focusing on her desire she forgets about the hard ground beneath her, fixing her eyes on the only thing before her that matters; the sleeping man she longs to touch.
Working her feet back out of her boots, she brings her feet up to meet her hand behind her, slowly peeling off her socks one at a time, her bare feet sinking back into the ground. She imagines the cold Earth beneath her is clouds, the romantic in her coming to the surface, making her believe she is standing at the gate to Heaven.
The cool wind picks up, catching one of the few leaves left on the crooked branch that stretches across the early morning sky. A delicate leaf detaches, spiraling slowly in the breeze, landing softy by her bare feet. The beautiful delicacy of God's creation reminds her of the fragility of life, urging her to seize her moment before her time in the sun fades away into winter.
Unwrapping herself from her thick jacket, she exposes her skin to the billowing breeze, leaving only a layer of cotton between her breasts and the air. In her haste to leave, she had left behind her bra, evident by her aroused nipples pressing firmly against her shirt.
Bringing her hands to her jeans, she unclasps the bronze snap with a quick flip, then allows her finger to guide the pull to her zipper downward, splitting the metal teeth to once again reveal the lace front of her panties. Gently she works the denim off her thighs, allowing her jeans to fall to a heap on the dry grass, her hands caressing her now bare skin.
Wearing only a thin layer of satin, and an undersized baby-tee, her body is now as vulnerable to the elements as her fragile heart is to this love. She is ready to present herself to him body, mind and soul.
Going to her knees, she closes the space between them, foreseeing her next steps before she takes them. She watches his chest rise and fall, the rhythmic motion arousing her, causing her mind to float to the motions his body made on top of hers not so long ago. How much she wants to freeze time, longing to savor this moment of possibility when his beautiful body lays before her, inviting her to explore the canvas of his skin, knowing she find pleasure in the discovery.
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe seizes her moment, parting her thighs, she lifts one of her bent legs to straddle the man before her, her eyes no longer allowing her to see him as the friend that happened to be a boy.
Hovering over his torso, she pushes away the fear of how he might react to her bold move. Holding her body just above his, she leans down, planting her hands firmly in the soil beside his head, her eyes carefully watching him for any signs that he's awakening.
His eyelids gently flutter, lost in a dream she can only imagine she's part of. She holds her breath, praying the beating in her chest will not awaken him prematurely.
Just a breath away from his beautiful lips, she takes her next step, allowing herself to taste once again the ambrosia of ecstasy, come what may.
Their lips touch, her tender kiss arousing him to leave his tranquil dream, and step into the one unfolding before him. Softly she sucks his lower lip, urging him to open his eyes and mouth, a prayer that is answered with his warm mouth matching the moves of her own.
She closes her eyes, moaning softly as his tongue slips into her mouth, enrapturing her in a kiss more passionate than the two have ever shared.
Dizzy with the euphoria of the taste of him, she feels her arms begin to give, already feeling herself slipping into the seduction to which he has taken the lead.
Instinctively his hands go to her, gently cradling her, ready to catch her if she is to fall.
She surrenders, allowing her body to fall the few inches to his, instantly feeling the heat of his growing erection pressing against the thin layer of satin and lace separating them.
"I need you," she breathes, saying it and realizing it in the same instant.