Fogged In

She had been eyeing him the whole night, the both of them drifting in and out, among the people of the crowded room. Coy glances, with just as shy smiles exchanged. Finally, with a few whispered words, enough to understand each other, they stole away from the party and out into the descending night air. Hand in hand, she tugged him towards across the road, the click of their heels against the wet pavement the only thing ringing clear through the night, towards the empty park that stood across from the massive hotel. Stepping onto the damp glass, she turned and for the first time fully took in his form. Standing tall he seemed to be the perfect mold of a man at that precise moment, dark hair hung in little, loose curls to partially cover his eyes, the corners of his lips curled just slightly, enough to pull themselves in a smile as he gazed down at her. The rest of him clad simply in black, dressed appropriately for an elegant evening out. And as he gazed down at her, she became fully conscious of what she was wearing, of the fact that her nipples were starting to harden and press against the fabric of her silk dress. The way it brushed against her bare legs as a fog started to settle against the ground and rise to surround them completely. Goosebumps sprang out along her bare arms, the spaghetti strap strings holding her dress up were just not enough to keep her warm and all at once she became aware of just how cold the night air felt against her skin. But reaching up, she pulled out a pin, making her thick brown hair fall and cascade around those bare, pale shoulders, to surround her neck.

As soon as her hair had settled, his hands came up and slid along the sides of her jaw, sending a shiver down along her spin as he tilted her chin up and pressed a kiss against her warm, waiting lips. Ah, how delicious they felt against hers, how warm, how moist and how utterly erotic, being able to feel the fog close in around them. And while his lips gently parted against hers, to probe gently with his tongue, his hands slid back down along her arms to take a hold of her elbows and turn her slightly, just enough to press her back against a tree. With a small gasp, feeling the cold bark against her bare back, she arched slightly, pressing up against the kiss as she allowed entrance for his tongue, which was expertly but gently demanding to be let in, to penetrate parting lips. Letting her eyes fall closed as their tongues found each other and began to dance, toy, tease, she concentrated on him. The only thing she could feel was him. The only thing she could smell was him. The only thing there was, was him.

The moon had risen high by now, taking up her throne against the backdrop of stars. And the fog became thicker, closing in around them so they truly had no one else but each other. How lucky she was to have found him this night, how perfect he seemed to her. Ah, what a lover's dream. A fantasy in the flesh...his hands sliding down to curl around the curves of her hips, her arms reaching up to encircle his neck in returned and the kiss just turned more passionate, heated, the night air not seeming quite as cold. The rest of her surroundings seemed to melt away as the fabric of his jacket brushed against the silk of her dress and in turn, against her nipples, sending a gasping shiver down along her spine and body, the area between her legs responding immediately and all at once, the very smell of the air around them turned sexual.

A name. A name. She needed a name to mutter as his lips slid away from hers and down along the side of her neck, teasing sensitive flesh with sweet, delicate kisses. But how satisfying it was for such a name to simply slip from her mind, leaving her lips to murmur nothing but low moans, her fingers sliding up to tangle about the loose curls of his hair as his own hands brushed against her hips, pulling and pushing up the length of her dress to let the cold air hit against her skin, creating goosebumps on an otherwise smooth, soft surface. Giving up on the name, she allowed her body to flow with the sensations that were completely taking over her mind, the aching of her nipples mixed with the throbbing wetness between her legs started to completely overwhelm her and he had barely touched her. But it was pure ecstasy the way his lips did all the work, suckling upon the soft skin of her throat, travelling down to the top of her now panting chest, his fingers sliding down along her thighs, to slip around and up to caress the damp fabric of her panties. In response, her hips immediately rocked forward as her knees nearly gave way and buckle, completely using the tree and the grip she now had on his hair to support herself. And he had barely touched her! It pained her more and more the way this dream of a man avoided all the direct spots.

A hand planted against the tree and his mouth finally dipped down far enough to nip at the hard nub that strained against the thin silk, causing her to furrow her brows and gasp softly in respond, her back arching as her hips pressed forward, wanting his exploring fingers to give her the same justice, but they only continued to rub and caress against the soaked fabric. Ah, why couldn't she think of a name? Something to call him by, to command him, demand he give her what she wanted, but her voice only came out in strangled moans. Her fingers finally managed to move down from his hair to claw and pull at the jacket that still covered his masculine form. Why do men wear so much clothing? A desperate question, but she continued to tug and pull, watching to feel the hard naked flesh against hers, wanting to feel the grind and push. She truly was growing desperate now, regaining strength enough to lift a leg and curl it about his clothed hip, pushing, rocking her hips forward against his hand, and ah! it seemed to work as his fingers brushed against just the right spot, making her shiver in delight and squirm, wanting all the more satisfaction. But such satisfaction was still held off as his teeth continued to nip and bite at the one poor nipple, her fingers curling around the fabric of his jacket, tugging harder, growing frustrated with the amount of clothes they both were wearing.

Finally, however, there was a slight shift in his fingers, the crotch of the panties pushed aside as he slipped inside the heated outer lips, which immediately began to cling and suck hungrily. Leaning her head back, the struggling murmurs rolled into a low, long moan, her hips pausing to enjoy before rocking forward again for more, wanting the feel of him...no, anything inside her. Shuddering, she couldn't wait, she needed something now! And as if reading her thoughts, she finally felt it, sliding, inching along her inner walls. She couldn't remember when he undid his pants and of course she couldn't care less. She clung to him now as he eased himself fully into her, shivering and moaning as her other leg came up and around to curl about his hip. Settling back against the tree firmly, he pinned her against the bark with that one simple action and feeling the wet withdrawal, she felt him begin a steady pace. Almost like a halo, there was nothing but a misty white surrounding him as she finally forced her eyes open to gaze up at him, feeling only the cheeks she was holding, his hands upon her hips, the rough bark against her back and draw, pull and push of a lust long withheld.

Grunting, for it was obvious he went through as much torture as she did, he began to force himself deeper without much of a thought to her well being for her back began to scratch and scrape against the bark of the tree. But she liked it that and she only tightened her thighs around the muscle of his hips in encouragement, urging him to go faster, harder. And faster and harder he did push, his fingertips digging into the soft swell of her own hips, leaving little bruises as his marks. Yes, marked her as his, claimed his territory and simply took what he wanted with animalistic need and twisted it around so that she felt the equal amount of pleasure. Her breathing was coming in gasps now, murmuring between moans as she nibbled at his lips, jaw and neck, still only half heartedly trying to remember his name. What did a name matter when they both knew each other so well? What did it matter when they were melting into each other as one at this very moment? What did it matter when no one else knew they were there and even if they did, they wouldn't have been able to be seen, for the fog still provided a safe haven. A sinning heaven.

Erratic movements began to strain both muscles, her back aching from the roughness of the tree, but suddenly she didn't care about anything else in the world as her knees dug into his sides, her thighs tightening dangerously around the rest of him as both their juices started to flow and flood into one. Groaning against her ear, he continued to jerk forward, his entire being tensing against her body before he finally managed to bring himself to a stop, the fingertips against her hips drawing blood, but neither were aware of it. Nearly screaming out with the sought after released, she forced herself to relax as well, but she wasn't willing to remove herself from him.

Murmuring...his name? No, she didn't know what she was murmuring, but it didn't matter, only the man which still had her pinned against the tree mattered. Petting and stroking his loose curls, she finally eased herself down, lowering her feet to the ground again as he slid out of her with another shuddering groan. The fog began to creep away as they both of them continued to rest while standing, catching the breath after a lover's moment, forever held in time by the mysteries of the thick mist that was ever so slowly rolling away from them.