Under the Moonlight

The moon hung bright above the secluded clearing where Lucas and Meg had lain out a soft blanket under the canopy of stars. The cool night air enveloped them, a cool contrast to the warmth of their bodies close together. Meg leaned back onto the blanket, the grass rustling softly underneath as Lucas hovered over her, his hand tracing the curve of her hip.

They were still clothed, but there was a thrill in the air — in this openness, this wildness, away from the confines of walls. Meg felt the cool night wind on her skin as Lucas, with a teasing smile, slipped his fingers under the hem of her top. Inch by inch, he lifted it, exposing her skin to the elements and his adoring gaze. She let out a surprised giggle, feeling the texture of his calloused fingertips glide up her torso, grazing over her goosebumped skin until her top was tossed aside.

Lucas took a moment, eyes raking over her like she was starlit art, his lips curling into a smile of appreciation. "You’re beautiful," he murmured, lowering his head to press a kiss just above her navel, his tongue darting out to tease. He worked his way upward, trailing kisses up her sternum, his breath hot against her cooled skin. Meg hadn’t expected the outdoor air to heighten every sensation — the contrast of Lucas’s warm tongue with the chill gave her a thrill unlike anything imagined.

She tugged at his shirt, her fingers insisting as he shrugged it off, revealing his toned chest and the familiar contours she loved to adore. As she unbuttoned his jeans, Lucas took over, sliding them down and off, his cock already hard as he settled above her. Meg, lying beneath him, felt the thrill of the night wrap around them, their skin alive with sensation as she spread her legs to welcome him in.