Rooftop Rendezvous

They stand on the precipice of the rooftop, the city sprawled out before them like a sea of darkness, glittering with distant lights and promise. The cool wind whips around them, tugging at their clothes and hair, but they are too lost in each other to notice.

Perched on the edge of a tall building, marble tiles cool beneath their bare feet, they took a moment to drink it all in. Her body was a sculpture of curves and shadows, her skin lit by the glow of the city lights. His eyes raked over her, taking in the swell of her breasts, the flare of her hips, the curves of her body.

He reached out, tracing a finger along the line of her jaw, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the hunger that burned within her. It mirrored his own, a primal, unquenchable thirst that only she could satisfy.

With a growl, he pulled her to him, capturing her lips with his own.Their lips crash together in a raw, primal kiss, tongues wrestling and battling for dominance. His hands roam her body, possessive and hungry, as if he can’t get enough of her.

She matches his desire with her own, her nails digging into his back as she pulls him closer. She moaned into his mouth, her hands clawing at his chest, as he walked her backwards towards the edge of the building. The kiss was hungry, desperate, a clash of teeth and tongues that left them both breathless.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, over her collarbone, towards the swell of her breasts. She arched her back, offering herself to him, and he took full advantage, his mouth closing over one taut peak. She cried out, her fingers twisting in his hair as he teased and tormented her.

His other hand slid down her body, over her hip, down her thigh, and then back up again, his fingers tracing the line of her slit. She was wet, slick with desire, and he murmured his approval against her skin.

He pushes her up against the low wall, the cool brick a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. With one swift movement, he lifted her, his hands gripping her ass as he positioned her above him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders, as he guided himself inside her.

They both gasped as he entered her, the feeling of him buried deep within her sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. He held still for a moment, letting her adjust to the intrusion, and then he began to move.

Their passion was raw, primal, a savage exchange of lust and desire. He fucked her hard and fast, their bodies slapping together with the force of their passion. She met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his shoulders, her moans filling the night air.

They fuck with reckless abandon, the wind whipping around them as they reach their peak. The city below seems to fade away, the only thing that matters is the pleasure they are giving each other. She screams his name, her orgasm echoing through the night as he follows her over the edge. He emptied himself inside her, his seed mingling with her juices, their bodies slick with sweat and other fluids.

They collapse onto the rooftop, spent and satisfied. The cool bricks are a welcome relief against their heated skin. He pulls her close, her head resting on his chest as they catch their breath. The city seems to come back to life below them, but they are too lost in their own world to care.

Their hearts beat in sync, the only sound aside from the distant traffic and the wind. He runs his fingers through her hair, the gentle touch a stark contrast to the passionate frenzy of moments before. She looks up at him, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction, and smiles.

They stand at the edge of the rooftop, the city sprawled out beneath them, and know that they have found something special, something primal and raw, something that they will never let go.

© Seductive Poetry