Moonlight serenade

Their kisses were long and deep, tongues playing their games, blood rushing in their veins. He let his hands run over the soft thin dress, up to her throat, holding it while he kissed her deeper. She gasped and pulled away, looking him sternly in the eyes.
Tie me, she said, I want you to tie me and fuck me, here against the tree.
While he went to the boat-house she pulled the dress over her head and took off her underwear. He came back with a long soft rope and she held out her wrists to him, for him to tie. He wrapped the rope around her wrists and tied firmly, as she looked up the tree-trunk:
Over the branch, she said
and he threw it over the branch and pulled it tight so that her hands were in front of her face, tying the other end to a shrub. She was trembling, her eyes dark with lust and a glimpse of fear. He admired her bound body in the light of the moon, circled around her, feeling her skin and savoring her with hands and mouth. She breathed heavily and stood apart with her legs when his hands, lips and tongue tasted her. Moaning, she went down on her knees with her tied hands high in the air.
Fuck me, damn you you wimp, fuck me hard, she said.
He yanked out his stiff cock and entered her, fucked her deep with his hands holding her firmly by the hips when he thrust into her. She moaned and sobbed, sometimes crying and coming as he picked up speed.
I want it, she cried, in my mouth, come let me swallow it.