Lena remembers the moment two years ago when Niklas sat across from her in the café. His smile was like a promise she never dared to speak aloud. Today, in the passenger seat of his old Citroën gliding through the lavender fields of Provence, she feels that promise in every fiber. The air smells of summer and of him—a hint of cedarwood and sun. Her fingers caress the edge of the window as his gaze briefly drifts from the road to her. She smiles, and her heart beats faster. The wind plays with her hair, which she brushes from her face. “Are you ready for tonight?” he asks, his voice deep and warm. She nods, the anticipation tingling in her belly. “I’ve never been so ready for anything,” she replies, placing her hand on his, which rests on the gearshift. He squeezes her fingers, a silent promise. The thought of what was to come already made her pussy wet. She pressed her thighs together to suppress the throbbing between her legs, but it was no use—the juice gathered in her cunt and soaked her panties.
The First Kiss Under the Open Sky
They stop at a lookout point. The sun paints the sky orange and violet. From the trunk, he fetches a blanket and a bottle of wine. They sit in the grass, the bottle passing between them. Lena sips and tastes the sweet flavor on her tongue. His hand lies next to hers, millimeters apart. She trembles as he intertwines their fingers. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispers. She nods, unable to speak. Then he leans forward, and his lips touch hers. It’s not a tender kiss, but demanding, hungry. She opens her mouth, lets his tongue in, exploring her depths. Her hand slides into his neck, pulling him closer. The wine tips over, but no one pays attention. The kiss deepens, his free hand moves to her neck, gently massaging the sensitive spot behind her ears. She sighs into his mouth, and he uses the opportunity to take her lower lip between his teeth, a gentle tug that sends a shiver down her spine. He pulls away, breathing heavily. “Here?” he asks. She looks into his eyes, dark and gleaming. “Yes. Finally.” She could feel her cunt throbbing with desire, her panties already sticking to her labia. She wanted to feel him inside her immediately, deep inside, his hard cock in her wet cunt.
The Discovery of the Body
He helps her out of her dress, a flutter of thin linen. His fingers graze her shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She lies on the blanket, the sky above her wide and clear. He leans over her, his chest bare, his skin warm. His hand travels from her belly downward, under the edge of her panties. She lifts her hips, offering herself to him. His fingers slide into her, slowly, exploring. She gasps, clawing into his hair. “Is this good?” he breathes. “Yes, keep going.” He obeys, dipping one finger into her, then two. She is wet, ready. His thumb circles her clit, and her breath catches. She feels the wave building, the tension in her belly. She moans softly, her pelvis rising against his hand. He leans forward and takes her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his fingers continue working inside her. She claws into his hair, her breath coming in gasps. “I want you,” she presses out. He pulls his fingers back, slips off her panties. His gaze lingers on her nakedness, and she blushes under its intensity. He opens his pants, his cock emerges, hard and glistening. She wraps her hand around it, guides it to herself. He thrusts in, and she cries out softly. It’s a pain that quickly fades, overlaid by a fullness she’s never felt before. He stays still, giving her time. She nods, and he begins to move, first slowly, then faster. She wraps her legs around him, her pelvis rising to meet him. The world blurs into a single sensation of heat and pressure. She hears his moans, feels his sweat on her skin. His cock plowed through her tight cunt, every inch he thrust deeper made her moan. Her pussy gripped him like a fist, sucking at his hard flesh. “Yes, Niklas, yes! Fuck me, just fuck me!” she stammered. His pace increases, each thrust deeper and more powerful. Her labia were spread open by his cockhead as he entered her again and again, the moisture of her arousal running down her thighs. She feels the tension growing in her lower belly, a knot tightening. “I’m about to come,” he pants. “Wait for me,” she pleads. She wanted to feel his climax inside her, his hot load filling her cunt. He slows, making circular motions with his hips that drive her to the edge of madness. She feels him stretching and filling her, and the world around her blurs. The climax comes unexpectedly, an explosion that jolts through her. Her lower belly contracted, her pussy clenched around his cock as she screamed his name. He follows her, twitching inside her as he presses against her, his warm milk shooting into her depths, mingling with her juice.
The Aftermath
They lie side by side, the blanket beneath them crumpled. His hand rests on her belly, her breath slowly calming. The stars emerge, one by one. “That was perfect,” she says. He kisses her shoulder. “And this is only the beginning.” She smiles into the darkness, feeling his smile on her skin. Minutes pass in which they simply breathe. Then he turns to his side and props himself up on an elbow. “Do you know what I’ve always wanted?” he asks. She shakes her head. “To make love to you in the moonlight. To take you from behind while the moonlight shines on your ass.” She laughs softly, a wet tingle spreading through her cunt at his words. “That sounds like a good plan.” He stands and offers her his hand. “Come.” She takes his hand and lets him pull her up. He leads her to a small clearing where the moonlight falls through the trees. There he spreads the blanket again. “Now it’s your turn,” he says and lies down. She smiles and kneels over him. Her hands travel over his chest, following the contours of his muscles. She leans forward and kisses him, slowly and sensually. Her tongue dances with his while her hand slides down and wraps around him. She felt his cock grow hard again under her touch, the foreskin gliding over the swollen head. He groans into her mouth. She straightens up and guides him into herself, a smooth glide. His hands rest on her hips, guiding her, pressing her deeper. She throws her head back, the
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