I look up into his face, smiling.“So you like the dress?I wore it especially for you.”
He chuckles again, a sweeter sound this time.“I love the dress.”
The word love coming from his lips makes me shudder deep in my core, a pleasant, all-encompassing feeling.I know we’re far from declaring love for each other, and I know he’s just talking about the dress, but it still feels so good to hear him say it.
He leans down and touches his lips to mine, the shuddering in my core intensifying, creating a full circle from my heart to his and back again.We just stand there for a while, kissing in the sea breeze, his hands caressing my back, mine touching every part of his I can reach.We’re not in a hurry, there’s no place we need to get to.We just have to be here, together, kissing, touching… that is enough.
In my mind, the night has already passed and the sun is coming up as we finally break apart.My whole body is tingling, crackling, needing more as he takes a few steps away from me to pick up the raincoat I discarded.He lays it out on the sand, his eyes full of mischief, but also full of a bright promise that this will be a night I will never forget.
“You ready?”he asks, and perhaps I hear a slight shudder in his voice, suggesting he fears I’ll say no.
“Never been more ready for anything,” I say bracingly, speaking maybe a little too loudly.But the boulders will block my voice and the waves of the ocean will muffle it.No one will find us here.We are free.Free to do what we want.
He towers above me again, sliding his hands down my back one more time before unzipping my dress.He eases it off my shoulders, and the touch of his skin on my skin is electric, making this deep night bright and quickening my pulse in anticipation of all else that will be electric this night.
He guides me down onto the raincoat, the rocks and other bumps in the sand digging into my flesh as I look up to him.I welcome the pain, the reminder that this is really happening, and not just some very realistic dream my mind concocted.
But that’s not even a question anymore as he undresses for me again, his clothes falling off like unneeded, dried leaves fall from trees in autumn, making way for new life.
And that new life begins as he joins me atop the raincoat, the warmth emanating from his coiled muscles and soft skin battling the cool night breeze and winning.
He lies beside me, balanced on one strong arm as he trails soft kisses down my neck and across my chest.My back arches on its own, a deep sigh escaping as his lips find one of my nipples… and then the other, alternating between them for a while, making my whole body tingle and tremble with a need that I could never describe, but is still stronger than anything I’ve ever felt.
He takes mercy on me, his lips traveling down my belly, covering me like a second skin.
But I can better describe the need now.And its fulfillment starts between my legs.Moans and sighs have been escaping my mouth all this while, but none as deep as the ones that come as his lips finally reach my pussy.The initial surge of electric pleasure is followed by waves upon waves of a softer bliss as he licks and darts his tongue across my most sensitive part.My hand is a fist in his hair, urging him on.My whole body is taut like a guitar string anticipating the next note, ready to be plucked.Ready for the next height of pleasure.
His fingers join his tongue in the maddeningly enticing dance.Stroking, caressing, tentatively seeking entrance.My body grows tighter still, fear creeping into my mind at the edges of the clouds of bliss I’m floating on.What if I can’t do this?What if it hurts too much?
As though reading my mind, he looks up at me, his finger resting at my entrance, his eyes brighter than the sun ever could be.
“Ready?”he asks again, and I nod, before thinking, because if I let myself think I probably wouldn’t.
The moan that escapes me is at least half a cry as he pushes his finger into me, opening me up, going where I’ve never been touched before.It doesn’t hurt, not really.He pulls his finger out and then pushes in again.And again.And I start to feel myself open for him, surrender.And with each push and pull the pleasure grows greater, more pronounced, sharper, and more urgent.
He adds a second finger.And together they touch some spot deep inside me that makes stars, the sun itself explode behind my closed eyelids as the orgasm washes over me in crackling, electric waves of pure bliss and my need—the one I couldn’t name—is fulfilled and then some.And then a lot more.
He keeps his fingers inside me while I regain control of my breathing, the waves of bliss slowly subsiding, leaving behind a dull pulsing of pleasure and a need to do it all over again.
Our eyes meet in the darkness, closing yet another circle of connection between us.
“I guess I’m not a virgin anymore,” I say and he laughs, the merry sound echoing over the whispering of the waves and the whistling of the wind.
“Not quite there yet,” he says and removes his fingers, leaving behind an emptiness of the kind I’ve never known before.
He shifts his position and lies on top of me, his pulsing hardness pressing against my pussy, asking to fill the emptiness his fingers left behind.And all other kinds of emptiness besides.
“But soon,” he adds and enters me.
The pressure is almost unbearable, almost too much.His entrance is relentless, yet slow enough to keep any pain at bay, skirting its edges, not allowing it to consume me.I open for him, willing my body to relax, to let him in, because already, I feel the first crackles of the electric bliss I know will bring me more pleasure than I’ve ever known.
He pulls out, pushes back in.Slowly at first, his eyes locked on mine, searching.I smile.And then he starts going faster, his eyes still locked on mine, keeping our circle complete.I bite my lip to prevent from screaming as he pushes in further than ever.He groans as I moan this time, his eyes glazing over for just a second before focusing back on mine.
Then he starts going faster still.He’s touching that special spot deep inside me each time, the one where all my needs and all the pleasure I could ever feel live.
His eyes, his bright summer eyes, are the only thing keeping me anchored in this world, on this earth.Because the pleasure building inside me is not of this world, the electric waves of bliss not of this reality.They can’t be, they’re too good.
His groans are matching my moans now, his pace picking up, this pleasure we’re giving each other outgrowing us both, surrounding us in the darkness, blanketing us with its warmth and its urgency, its waves of pure bliss.
