Rooftop Scene (MF 2nd person)

The rooftop of our hotel, 17 stories up, whistles as a gust of wind blows across it. Various pipes and mechanical appliances jut out as we dodge, laughing and teasing each other in the night. The ledge we sit on offers a beautiful view of the city below us; lights dazzle from windows and rooftops almost as far as the eye can see, stars brought to earth for tonight’s attractions.

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The moonlight, full and magnificent, glows around us, our eyes luminescent in its pale luster. We drink in the world below us. Cars drive past, people walking along the city streets, life, full and beautiful, pulsing out before us. From our perch, the city is calm and quiet in its bustle.

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I lean over to kiss you. The night’s drinks have softened our resolve and left us both with a heady feeling of lighthearted desire. Your eyes find mine, haunting in their spark of lust. We both paused, momentarily feeding off the images of fancy flashing through our minds.

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I kiss you, deep, firm, yet soft and tender. Our heads spin as one. Your hands reach out and playfully begin undoing your dress, a tease you watch as I eagerly drink in the sight of you in the moonlight.

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With your slow dance done, you stand naked before me. With a start, pulled from my trance, I hastily begin undressing. Clothes fly to a misshapen pile next to me, and soon, I too am naked in the night’s sky.

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Our bodies embrace, skin pebbled as the breeze rushes across us, causing involuntary shivers. My arms wrap around you, slipping over your butt, gripping firmly, kneading, and stroking. My lips taste yours, the night’s drink adding flavor to our lust; you inhale my breath in soft gasps between each smack of our lips, passion roils between us. Your hands trace along my back, nails digging softly into my flesh as I quiver at your touch.

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I lift you, a feat of strength and agility that you were not expecting. It is only a momentary draw of you to me but enough to turn your body and deposit you on the ledge wall—bits of gravel pass unnoticed beneath you, our passion, your hunger, too much to care.

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I lower my head to your breasts, kissing and sucking along the way. You turn your head and are dimly aware of the city streets below, lost in the moment; your vision tied to me.

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Your hands reach down as my lips caress your nipples; you run them along my scalp and face, tracing momentary lines, your nails sending shivers through me. My lips and teeth dig into your nipples, tugging to and fro as they play along with you. My hands drive a wedge down along your legs and slide inside your thighs. Moisture settles in as my fingers play along your lower lips and dart in and around your pussy.

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My head lowers to your thighs, and you arch your back, pressing, thrusting yourself to me as I work my mouth along your thighs and lips. Saliva mixes with your juices as my mouth finally gives you the feel of my tongue against your soft flesh. I taste you like drought-driven land—my tongue laps at the slow drip from inside you.

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I stand erect in all ways before you, and you can’t help but see my member jut out like an arrow flying towards you. I pull you to your feet and spin you, leaning you over the railing of the ledge. The city plays out, blissfully unaware of the carnal scene on tonight’s rooftop. You bend and feel me puncture you, my member sliding deeply into you as the wetness helps guide me in. You close your eyes and feel my body pressed against yours, feel my hands as they trace along your back up your spine and rest on your shoulders.

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You feel me inside of you, the slow, steady rhythm of my cock filling you. I pull you to me with each stroke inside you, shivers play along your back, and one hand dances up and down your spine and along your waist. We rock back and forth along the rooftop ledge, looking out to the sea of artificial stars.

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You feel me speed up, my body closing in on the edge, my hands move to the front of you, taking a breast in each hand and drawing nipples between them. You reach out to steady yourself on the ledge, the sidewalk below now in full view. Briefly, somewhere in the back of your mind, you imagine falling; the insistent pumping coming from behind you drives that thought out of your head as you feel me speed up more. Your world starts to spin; the drink, the hunger, even the dizzying darkened heights take their toll. You close your eyes close to both edges. In your mind, you can feel the breeze blow across you, imagine falling, tumbling to the pavement below, your heart races, and you release. Lost in your world of darkness, you barely feel me, you know, somehow that I am there, that I have expired at the same time, but your world is a mass of quivering ecstasy. With a gasp, your eyes fly open, the pavement below sharp now in your mind, your knees weak drawdown to the safety of the ledge as I help lower you to the ground.

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There, in the moonlight, we collapse, holding each other, leaning quietly against the ledge wall. I look into your eyes and you into mine.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ouz8ms/rooftop_scene_mf_2nd_person