Full Moon

This was a short story I wrote back in November 2006 in response to a writing excercise the writing group I was a member of at the time was set. The theme was sex and we could write it in any form we wanted. I chose the short story as this is something that I don't normally do and I wanted to challenge myself. Here's the result:

Full Moon:

Celia smiled at herself as she added the final touches to her make up. Tonight was the big night; this was when she would finally give herself to the man she loved. As she brushed away the final wisp of her long brown hair, she thought about what it would be like - would he be gentle and caring? Would he sweep her off her feet and carry her away into the night, never to be seen again? Would he tell her he loved her? Tingling with excitement, she squirted herself with her favourite perfume - just a hint mind - don't want to overdo it! She then started to make her way to the beach. Marcus had asked her to meet him there...

She took her time as she walked down the steep cliff path, taking absolutely everything around her. The moon was full, but it seemed larger, a deeper reddish glow than normal. It was obvious that something was in the air. The sea swirled as if it was possessed; crashing on to the shore like a hawk claiming its prey. All around her, Celia saw fireflies and heard the crickets singing a love song just for her. She had never felt so happy as she did now. Nothing could break her - no one.

In the moonlight she saw a beautiful yet familiar sight...It was Marcus! Her one true love. Tall, dark and handsome with long dark hair tied back in a ponytail. He reminded her of Zorro in certain films. Ok, he wasn't the type she'd normally go for, but there was something different about him she thought. After exchanging the usual hellos, Celia found herself being presented with a red rose and then led to the other side of the beach hidden away from prying eyes behind some rocks. There a blanket was laid out for them to sit on.

Celia couldn't help wondering at this point what Marcus had planned - why this part of the beach? Were they going to have a picnic? Little did she know, she was going to be dessert...
Nervously she started making small talk.

'Lovely spot Marcus. Really nice...The moon's great don't you think?'

'Yes.' Awkward silence.

'So, what's the plan?'

Marcus looked at her with his dark mysterious eyes you could see right into and smiled in a way that made her melt. Without saying a word, he stroked her face tilting her chin slowly up towards his face. The kiss he planted on her parting lips was firm but gentle.

'You are beautiful.' He said. 'Let me show you what I have in mind...' He then moved in again for the kill, wrapping his strong arms around her.

In between kisses, Celia, stimulated beyond her wildest imagination, breathlessly pointed out that it was her first time and to be gentle with her. Ok, she thought, wrong thing to say! Idiot!!! You've blown it!

Marcus stopped in his tracks. 'Why didn't you tell me?' He asked.

'I didn't want to let you down. You told me before you've had many women before me - I just wanted to show...'

He raised a finger to her lips silencing her. 'Hey, it doesn't bother me in the slightest. But if I'd known I'd have planned something else. Made you feel more comfortable. Made it more...special.'

Celia smiled. 'But I don't care. As long as I'm with you, anywhere is just as special.'

'As long as you are fine with the beach - I don't want to put you off.' He said gently.

He felt a long passionate kiss which said a lot more than words. 'Just take me Marcus!' Celia moved her hands up his broad chest and slowly undid the buttons on his shirt as she kissed him. he responded rather eagerly teasing her tongue and making her mid explode, peeling away her layers of clothing as well as her sanity. He guided her hands over his body including forbidden lands she had never explored; whilst at the same time she felt his touch in her special place where no one had ever gone. The hunter had found his prey and was not going to give it up. He was hungry, but considerate. She loved the way her breasts were kissed, sucked and handled with such dexterity. In return, Marcus was amazed at how quick a learner Celia was. Whatever he did to her, she reacted well and improvised with a vengeance under his touch. He could love this girl - innocent, yet an unreleased vixen was beginning to emerge.

When the time was right, he entered her slowly. She winced, but only a little. he made sure she was okay before continuing. With each thrust, she found herself becoming more and more open to new possibilites she wanted to try, but for the time being she let him take control. Harder came each connection and no matter how much she tried to hang on, Celia couldn't contain herself - she met his rhythm as he met hers and both rocked against each other until the tide came in and covered them both as they climaxed together.

As they lay there in each others arms soaking wet, the looks, breaths and laughter that emerged from the pair of them told Celia that there were more exciting adventures to come - even if Zorro somehow made a guest appearance!