Love Under the Moonlight
Lexy couldn't believe she was doing this, but she slid her shirt over her head and tossed it on the nearby chair. The breeze brushing over her skin was almost as warm as the man tucked between her legs. She rocked her body over his, grinding the apex between her legs against the rigid appendage in his pants. She knew she couldn't stay, but she could give him this. For this one night, she could be his and let him enjoy her body as much as she did his.
Mark explored her upper torso, torturing her nipples until they peaked, and Lexy moaned, arching her back as she gave in to what could be an orgasmic sensation if he kept it up. She wondered if that was possible. Could a woman get off just by having her tits played with? Oh god, how amazing would that be?
"You're so beautiful," Mark mumbled, his breath hoarse with a need that matched her own.