The moonlight upon water
catches the lilt of the waves as they rise and fall.
The ebb and flow of the tide
speaking in hushed tones.
The night is dark and as soft as velvet.
They are alone.
The beach is deserted,
the only indication otherwise
the path of clothes leading to the waters edge.
They are there within the warm waters
with nothing between them but the sea,
lapping around them.
She is pressed to him,
her arms around his neck
her hands in his hair and upon his neck
His hands stroke her back, her hips, her arse
gripping their curve and pulling her to him
pressing his urgent arousal against her
finding her warm and willing.
Their kisses are deep
They are lost in each other
fingers sensually smoothing over wet skin.
He lifts her up and as he does so
she wraps her long legs around his waist
his hard against her soft.
She arches her back
and he leans down to take a nipple between his lips
laving the tight rosebud with his tongue.
Enjoying the feel of her
and how she tastes of the sea.
The way he touches her
arouses her so completely
makes her wild to feel him inside of her.
As she kisses him
she wraps her legs tighter
pressing against him.
They groan into each other’s mouths
as he enters her
his hands squeezing her cheeks
controlling the movement
both of them lost to their arousal
as it violently crests.
She holds tightly to his shoulders
as he thrusts into her again and again
taking them down to the sand
water rushing over them
cooling their heated skin
but never dousing the fire between them.
*Another piece that is not new but I beg your indulgence with this repost, my mind consumed with the sea at the moment.
Photograph taken from Pinterest