On the Balcony [MF]

They entered the fancy apartment and she was overwhelmed by its vast size, and taken aback by the simple furnishings. She would have expected more opulence as they were in one of the most expensive locations in the area, but knowing him better now, the simplicity of the grey fabric sofas and muted wooden kitchen suited him. There was an open plan living, kitchen and dining area, but her attention was immediately drawn to the floor to ceiling windows the spanned the entire length of the room. Even though it was dark outside, as it was a clear night the view was spectacular. The almost-full moon shone brightly onto the gently lapping waves below, creating glittering patterns with the water’s movement.

‘Wow.’ She couldn’t help but breath out a gentle exclamation at the beautiful sight. He chuckled slightly at her reaction as he walked over to the kitchen area. She was motionless by the front door, mesmerised by the view.

‘Would you like a glass of red wine?’ He asked, waking her from her daydreams.

‘Um… yes, please.’ She answered, blushing slightly at being caught ogling the view. She walked over to the window, not daring to get too close lest she leave fingerprints or breath marks on the pristine glass. Looking out she could see a balcony half the width of the windows with rattan effect table and chairs. Beyond that she could see the lights of the coast road and city they had just left twinkling in the distance. She sighed as he brought over her glass of wine, keeping one for himself.

‘Are you ok?’ he asked as he handed her the delicate crystal.

‘Oh, yes. I’m fine.’ He raised a questioning eyebrow at her. ‘There’s honestly nothing wrong, I just can’t believe that someone could have such a beautiful view from their apartment.’ She explained. ‘Also,’ she continued, looking coyly to the floor, ‘I can’t believe that I’m here. With you.’ She looked up and took a sip of her wine as her gaze caught his. He gave a sultry smile and his eyes smouldered, ‘Well I’m very pleased you’re here. With me.

‘Would you like to go outside? It’s quite mild.’ He said as he indicated to the balcony with his free hand. She smiled and gave an emphatic nod. He led the way, unlocking and opening the door. There was a slight breeze as they stepped out, causing her to shiver slightly and goosebumps to appear on her exposed arms. He shed the leather jacket he had neglected to remove and placed it over her shoulders. She jumped slightly as he placed it down, she could feel the heat held in the jacket warming her. Her shivers returned at the slight graze of his fingertips across her neck, as he gently pulled her waist-length brown hair free of the jacket.

‘Are you still cold?’ He asked, eyebrows pulling down in concern.

‘No, no.’ She answered, a slight colour to her cheeks. ‘I’m fine.’

She followed him to the rail, which came up to just below her breasts, and was covered in opaque glass. As she walked, she could feel the effect of his light touch between her legs, her blush deepened at the amount of wetness she could feel there. He’d barely touched her and she was already soaked and aching for him. She took a sip of the wine in the hope it would calm her, sadly the room temperature red wine, though deep and flavourful, did little to cool her rising libido.

‘Your apartment is amazing.’ She commented in a slightly croaky voice.

‘Thank you, it is lovely but it’s big and impersonal. It’s the view that makes it. If I could have a big, cozy house here, with this view, it would be perfect.’

‘Yes, the view caught my attention as soon as I walked in.’

‘I noticed.’ He said with a smirk. She gave a short laugh of embarrassment.

‘Don’t worry, everyone who comes here is the same, but very few people get to see the moon here like this.’ She wasn’t entirely sure what he was trying to tell her, but her heart warmed nonetheless. ‘Then I thank you for the opportunity.’

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, both enjoying the wine and the view while throwing surreptitious glances at each other. They took note of details about the other, the way his dark blonde hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, the light touch of her tongue to her lip after each sip of wine, the way she rubbed up and down on the stem of the wine glass. They could both feel the tension building, but neither knew who would be the first to break it.

Dispensing with the covert glances, he allowed himself to stare and feast on her beauty. She knew what he was doing, but she struggled to work up the courage to look his way. Eventually, steeling herself with a last sip of wine, she glanced over. She bit her lip as she took in the intense look on his face, and it was this that tipped him over the edge. He took her wineglass and placed it on the table with his own. Then he took her face in his hands and gave her a long and deep kiss, plundering her mouth with his tongue. She could barely keep up; her head was swimming with the touch and taste of him. The jacket fell to the floor but she barely noticed, she could do little other than hold on to the sides of his shirt, as he moved his hands to her hair and continued the passionate kiss. She started to feel a little lightheaded, so reluctantly she took a step back out of his reach. He looked at her, confusion mixed with a little hurt in his turbulent green eyes.

‘What’s wrong?’ He asked, his voice rough with arousal.

‘Nothing.’ She answered in a whisper, placing both hands on top of the rail to steady herself. ‘I just need a moment.’

‘OK.’ He assented and walked back to the table to take a few sips of his wine. She, meanwhile, closed her eyes, took several calming breaths and let the sound of the waves wash over her. She was just coming back to herself when she heard him approach behind her. He kicked the jacket along the floor out of his way and pressed his front to her back so she could feel his evident arousal. Her goosebumps returned with a vengeance as he ran his nose up her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.

‘Is the moment over yet?’ He murmured in her ear, placing a few light kisses on her neck. Her hands tensed on the rail and she gave a slight nod. She started to turn around to face him, but he stopped her.

‘No, stay there. Watch the moon and the water, concentrate on that.’ He then started to suck and nibble on her neck and earlobe. His hands held onto her hips until he could feel her start to sway with his ministrations. He then wrapped one arm around her to keep her steady. She was again lost in sensation and more aroused than she can ever remember being. Her nipples were pebbled and almost painful in their need for attention, and she was so wet she was sure she had soaked through her jeans. She was so desperate to be touched, she released the rail and moved his free hand under her top to her breast.

He slipped his hand into the cup, her ample breast bigger than his hand. He found the stiff peak and pinched, causing her to gasp. He smiled against her neck and did it again, eliciting the same reaction. The hand curled around her waist gently rubbed the exposed skin there, stoking the fire within her further.

He removed his hand from her bra and moved to the waistband of her jeans. ‘Can I?’ he pleaded as he lightly rubbed the button of her jeans.

‘What if someone sees.’ She protested weakly.

‘It’s dark and there’s no one there. Even if there was, they wouldn’t be able to see because of the glass.’ She nodded her assent and he worked open the button and zip with one hand. Her breathing increased in pace as he gently dipped his hand inside her drenched underwear. He groaned as he slipped a finger between her folds and felt how wet she had become.

‘Oh, baby. Is that all for me?’ He asked, silkily.

‘There’s no one else here with their hand inside my jeans, is there?’

‘Damn right there’s not.’ He stated possessively, as he swiped his finger through her wetness. He resumed his nuzzling of her neck as he started to rub her clitoris. She moaned and he whispered a hush in her ear. ‘If you carry on moaning like that then people will start to wonder what’s going on out here.’

‘It’s your fault.’ She panted.

‘I’m happy to take the blame for this.’ He said as he thrust a finger inside her. She bit her lip this time to contain her moan.

‘Good girl.’ He hummed. ‘But don’t hurt yourself.’

He continued to rub her clitoris with his thumb while slowly plunging his finger in and out of her.

‘I’m close.’ She breathed.

‘Oh, I know.’ He smugly admitted, having felt her start to tighten around his fingers.

‘Come for me.’ He commanded as he curled his finger inside her. She gasped as her orgasm overtook her and he tightened his arm around her just in time to stop her falling to the floor. Her head lolled back on his shoulder as he held her up. He removed his hand from her underwear and sucked her moisture from his fingers. ‘Fuck, you taste delicious.’ He was already painfully hard, but the taste of her made him swell even further.

She had gone completely limp against him, so he crouched down to lift her in both arms and carried her back inside.

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