Dusk on the Night
There was a heat to the room, an electricity in the atmosphere before the first moments of the dance before us. A rhythmic throb like a collective heart-beat pulsed from the bass line of the music and she danced to the beat, moving like water, swaying like stalks of grass in the wind. She was something from a different time. A forgotten goddess from an older, more primal era when man hunted man through untouched jungles, where bronze skin was bared to the moon until the first touches of sunlight kissed the flesh. And tonight, I was hers. She had deep russet skin the color of fading sunlight through strong whiskey. Her hair fell in a thick cascade of black curls so dark that the reflected light gave them a midnight blue hue. A body didn’t move in front of me. A body was corporeal and finite with flaws and limitations. Instead, an avatar of feminine perfection filled with generous curves, long smooth legs, and a mouth-watering bust hunted me while I sat at the bar. I chose my timing, choosing at the moment to enjoy the sight before me. She was the kind of woman who appreciated being appreciated. I watched as the song changed from an upbeat EDM number to something heavy on drums with an acoustic guitar flitting like a bird through the branches of a great tree. She smiled as the song changed, the drums and the strings awakening a primal dance in her blood. She wore a wine colored dress that flirted dangerously with the tops of her thighs giving me flashes of flesh that made me stir on my seat. The dress was simple with two straps no thicker than any two of my fingers together and cut low enough to offer everything from a covered bust straining mightily against its constraints to a generously expansive curve of breast that shook and glistened in time with her movements depending on her whim. The song played on, drums pounding in manic rhythm while the guitar played its song on her skin, moving her in ways I didn’t think any mortal could. She held her eyes half opened in animal satisfaction from being watched by so many. Women eyed her with a mix of scorn reserved for higher beings such as her and a hunger shared with every man around her. She moved her head slightly, eying me from the corner of her vision as poachers began to grow more and more heated in the faceless mass of the crowd around her. Every predator knows its time to strike, when the prey is weak, when the prey is completely under its spell whether it be anonymity or the glorious display of plumage that the goddess in front of me was offering. And she knew her time to strike was now. She twirled in a tight spin on a pair of simple black stiletto heels, the edge of her skirt drifting up and allowing me a brief glimpse of something curved and deliciously round. She ended the twirl in a slight crouch, throwing her head back and baring her throat and slowly rose, her breasts heaving with the exertion of her dance and reflecting the black lights above with a faint sheen of perspiration. She watched me while I finished my drink, never taking her eyes from me as she danced and waited for me to make my way through the crowd to her side. As I stood before her, I saw her face in greater detail. A lush mouth the color of pomegranate seeds stretched into a knowing smile, touching the corners of her almond shaped eyes the color of a deep placid sea. A slightly upturned nose and the prominence of her cheekbones gave her a regal air that worked in concert with her savage goddess appearance. We didn’t speak. I came from her side, letting my fingertips brush her hip and inhaling the scent of her. She smelled of something lightly floral mixed with a stronger blanketing smell like wood smoke. She moved her hip slightly into my fingers, pressing her thigh into my hand as my other found her shoulder. I rolled my fingertips down the velvety roll of her shoulder, over her arm and laid my palm against the flat of her stomach, pulling her taut against me. I felt the slow rumble of her moan travel down the length of her body as she grinded her hips into mine. I could feel myself beginning to ache for her as my cock hardened. I could see the corner of her mouth turn up in another knowing grin and she pressed herself more firmly against me, grinding the plush expanse of her ass on my crotch in a slow, living motion in antithesis to the music around us. Her message was clear: This was going to go her way. And I was more than willing to let it be. We stayed that way for a while longer, in our own world in a crowd of strangers. Her hips gradually picking up speed as the songs played, her hands reached back behind her and locked onto the back of my neck. I leaned down, nuzzling the glistening flesh of her neck and planted a small kiss along her earlobe. She purred appreciatively and responded in turn, lifting her flank up and slightly away from me. She arched her back like a cat and pressed the length of her buttocks, thighs, and calves against me and slowly slid her ass down my front, her skirt riding up further and further until it was trapped in a bunch between the small of her back and the flat of my stomach. She kept the front of her skirt down in the front at its original length, but for a few glorious moments I saw her ass in all its glory. Two perfectly round pillowy cheeks caught the string of her black lace thong in their embrace and were pressed, not firmly but rather devotedly to the imprint of my cock against my jeans. They were the same glorious whiskey color as her skin and without the flowing skirt proved to be much larger than I had expected. I slipped a hand down, ignoring the jealous stares, to squeeze the delicious flesh before me but she slipped from my grasp as nimble as her dance before I could do more than skim her thighs with my nails. Apparently, she liked to toy with her prey. I assumed my position behind her and she wiggled her hips teasingly against me again, resuming our dancing foreplay. Before long she had me at my full hardness and could tell that I was close to taking her on that dance floor. It wouldn’t have surprised me if she entertained the idea for a moment, but in the end she was a goddess among men and would have me on her own terms. She pulled my head down so my chin rested on her bare shoulder, turned her head and whispered an invitation. She didn’t wait for a response, instead she lightly grasped my fingers in hers and led me through the crowd of sweating bodies and the storm of music around us. I watched her as she walked, her hips sashaying from side to side and her dress clinging lightly to her flank and revealing a lovely outline. She opened the back door to the club and we stepped outside, cool ocean air replacing the humidity of the club. She led me down a small path with dense tropical foliage on either side that obscured the starry night sky above us. We emerged from the floral tunnel and I felt the ground change from asphalt to the loose black sand common to the area. A black ocean of sand met a black ocean of saltwater a few dozen feet in front of us. She released my hand and removed her heels, setting them to the side of the path before striding further onto the beach. Illuminated only by star and moonlight, she slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders and let the simple garment fall agonizingly slowly down her body. I hungrily drank in the sight of her hair falling like obsidian ink through water down her form to the tautly curved form of her back With a small roll of her hips and an impish sound of delight she let the rest of the dress drop to the sand and stepped out of the garment. She allowed me to enjoy the sight of her, the smooth lines of her calves leading up to thighs already quivering in anticipation. Her flank was a canvas of swirling shadows mixed with shafts of silver moonlight that lay like tiger stripes against her skin. She gave her ass a small shake, sending the plush flesh bouncing tantalizingly. I came silently up behind her, beginning an entirely new dance. I brushed her hair back over her shoulder and feasted on the sight of her. She wore a matching black lace bra that cupped a pair of large DD breasts and that exposed a scandalous amount of cleavage. I watched for a moment as her breasts fell and rose in time with her quickening breath, gentle gooseflesh forming along her skin as my hand made gentle circles on her stomach. With a small sigh of contentment, she turned in my arms and began to slowly undress me. She first unbuttoned my shirt, trailing warm fingers like whispers of hot wind down my chest to trace the lines of my abs. Satisfied, she gently helped me out of it as if I was as delicate as an eggshell. I twisted slightly to drop my shirt to the side but her hands found the sides of my face and her mouth hungrily found mine. Her lips were soft like new flower petals as she slowly devoured me. I returned the kiss, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing her against my manhood. She let out a small sound of pleasure and her tongue rewardingly drifted against mine, a small taste of her sweet mouth. I responded in kind, our mouths beginning a process that I was sure would take all night and our tongues deftly moving in a slow, heated concert. After a few heated moments, she slowly pulled me down onto the sand. She straddled my hips, her knees on either side and began to slowly rub herself against my jeans, our mouths never losing contact. She trembled in delight at the feeling of my cock rubbing her clit through our layers of clothing but I could tell from her movements that she was starving for more. Her mouth broke contact with mine, her tongue giving a small flick against my lips as a “see you soon” gesture. She trailed a series of kisses, licks, and love bites down my neck, to my shoulder, over my chest and my stomach until she planted one long, tongue filled kiss against the tip of my member through my jeans. She continued this, unfastening my belt and pulling off my jeans at a teasingly glacial pace. She gave me a wicked smile as she saw that I was wearing nothing underneath. Her breath was hot against me, and I felt myself grow harder as she admired my cock. She placed her hands on my thighs, scratching lightly with unpainted nails and gave the tip of my cock a small flick of her tongue.
Before I could react to her first attention, she slipped her tongue along the underside of my member took the entirety of it in her mouth until I was far down her throat. She stayed there for a moment, humming gently and savoring the taste of me before slowly moving along the length of my manhood with a constant suction and writhing of her tongue.
Her mouth was warm, heated from the intensity of our kiss and incredibly wet as if she had coated her mouth with hot honey.
She gradually gained speed, one hand now working the base of my member as her mouth worked the end. I groaned in pleasure from the wondrous sensation, feeling a familiar tightness in my gut as I approached a climax. She noticed me tensing and released my cock from the warm confines of her mouth and gave me a mockingly scolding look, tsking lightly as her hand slowly jerked me off.
She moved her attention to my glans, letting the fingertips of both hands work an electric sensation on one as her mouth slowly toyed with the other. I gave up any thought of action and let her work, enjoying her attention and skill and laid back onto the still warm black sand.
She lifted my sack, giving me one last long, slow lick from the back of my glans, along my shaft and suckling gently at the tip for a moment before releasing me from her attention.
My cock stood like a flag post in the cool night air and I felt myself shiver with the after effects of her sucking. She gave me a small smile that turned into a look of undisguised need as I rose and changed our positions.
I laid her on her back and took both of her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her and stretching out her gorgeously curved form. Her hair spread out behind her in a fan, differentiated from the sand only by the streaks of deep blue in the strands.
I gave her mouth a long, hungry kiss, my tongue delving between her lips to find its lost friend. She greeted me more fervently before, her hips moving up from the sand to meet mine.
I planted my other hand firmly on her hip pressed my pelvis against her, driving her flank into the sand. I slowly worked the stiffness of my cock against her thong, feeling the mix of her saliva and juices wetting the thin fabric.
She let out a small purr of ecstasy, rocking her hips in time with mine. I leaned down and planted a kiss on the cleavage of her left breast, marveling in the texture and the way it reached a perfect harmony of firmness and yielding malleability.
I followed the curve of her breast down to the front strap of her bra and with a quick motion of my teeth, undid the hook. I set my palm between her breasts and moved it slowly to the left, brushing aside her bra in the process.
Her breast was just as round without the bra, consisting of a familiar brown hue and capped by a small, hardening dark nipple. The combination of the sensation of flesh yielding to my hand and the scent of her arousal removed any last restraints I might have had. I dove to her breast, taking her nipple in my mouth and suckling gently at the deliciously salty flesh around it. I heard her inhale sharply and her body began to rock with pleasure. My other hand found her right breast and massaged it slowly, pausing to roll the tips of her nipple in my fingers. It was too large for my hand to hold it in its entirety but I had no issue with taking my time and giving every part of her the attention she had given me.
Unceremoniously, I lifted her hips and slipped my fingers under the band of her thong, tugging it down off of her legs and exposing a beautiful sight. I moved down her body, pausing to caress a hip, kiss a naval, lap at a bead of sweat trailing down a thigh.
I stopped as I reached my goal. Her feet were behind both of my shoulder, her knees pointing to the sky and her thighs parted for me. Her womanhood glistened with arousal, small lips parted and a petite pink clitoris at the top.
Her breath quickened, her face turned skyward and her eyes closed to prepare for what was coming next. I extended a couple fingers and brushed them along her lips, watching as she shook in response to the small action. My fingers climbed along her labia until they reached her clitoris where they began a series of slow clockwise and counter-clockwise circles, teasing moans of delight and gasps of pleasure from the beautiful woman.
My tongue soon joined my fingers, earning louder and louder moans and cries as I lapped at her juices. The flat of my tongue rubbed against her clit, the tip slipped deep inside of her until my lips touched hers in a fellatio French kiss. Her thighs clamped down tightly on my head, her hand ran freely through my hair.
Before long her moans began to quicken as well, shortening but growing in volume. Just before she reached her peak, I pulled away and in a sweeping motion, shot up along the length of her form and drove the entirety of my cock deep inside her.
She let out an orgasmic scream as I filled her depths. Her walls were smooth and hot and felt as wet as the ocean that stretched out infinitely before us. I moved my hips back and forth, earning more cries as her orgasm was replaced with extreme sensitivity. She grasped the back of my hair and pulled my mouth to hers.
We exchanged another series of lusty kisses, fencing with our tongues as my cock rode her deeper and deeper in to a carnal haze of ecstasy. Soon there was nothing but the sensation, the heat of her as I filled more and more of her with every stroke, the incredible tightness of her entrance as she contracted the muscles around my member, the intensity as she whispered moans and words of encouragement in my ear.
I felt both of us beginning to peak as we drove on. I reached down and grabbed her flank as I sped up my pace earning a small bubble of laughter mixed with the cries of pleasure and the breathless gasps of her enjoyment. I drove myself further and harder, the both of us began to sweat, her form both shining in the bright stripes of moonlight that stretched on her body and pulsing in desire in the shadows that created new contours on her skin.
She gave me a final word of encouragement, telling me to give her the satisfaction she craved, to whet the desire that had been overwhelming her and suddenly she was cut short as I gave one final slam deep inside of her as we both climaxed. I felt myself burst inside of her, sending hot ropes of my seed deep into her passage. Her hips rolled in small, unconscious motions as she eagerly clamped down on my cock, taking in everything that I could give.
She rolled me over onto my back, not breaking the contact between us. She moved her hips in a gentle rhythm down the length of my softening cock, taking in every last drop of my seed. When she was finally satisfied that she had gotten everything she could from me, she gave me another kiss, this one filled with passion and thanks for our time together.
We laid there for awhile, gently dozing off into sleep and watching the surf crash just a few inches away. The waves caught the light in a slow, hypnotic trance and I was reminded of the way she moved as she danced.
That was my last thought before I fell asleep, her leg hooked over my hip and her head against my chest. When I awoke, my savage goddess was gone save for a small scrap of black cloth that proved to be the thong she had worn the night before.
I quickly dressed and pocketed the thong, savoring the memory of the night before as I made my way back to the real world. I may have had an extra bounce in my step for a few days afterwards and I certainly had lovers after her. But for me, the woman had asked for a price. To this day, I have never had sex that was as good as the loving, heated, hungry, and devouring sex that I had with the whiskey skinned goddess.
This is my first attempt at any sort of erotic writing. Comment your likes and dislikes as well as any suggestions for what I can do to make future stories better. Once I feel confident enough in my ability, I'll even start taking requests. -JackOfAllLadies
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