“Take me,” I said with a raspy voice that I didn’t recognize as me, thick with desire, “Please take me as if these are our last moments together.”
His beautiful eyes, the same color as the deep sea that threw us ashore, searched my face and smiled to me. I took my fingers dancing through his hair and pulled him to my lips. I have kissed others, a few men that have tried to court me, but none has ever take my body as solely as this one kiss. My body couldn’t move, even if I tried. He was desperately slow and took care with me, savoring our moments for the precious few we have left.
He moved the hypnotic kiss from my mouth and trailed once more to my neck. This time I urged him on. This time, instead of tensing, I pressed his head further down to my naked chest. He kissed my breastbone and took both of his hands to my white globes peaked with strawberry cream. His fingers manipulated the fragile flesh that I offered him. His touches brought sensations through my body that I never felt, this burning that rippled over my skin. My nipples were taken by his fingers and pulled, twisted, making them hard and the skin tight but feel so good. I let a sigh escape from deep inside as he replaced his fingers with his mouth. My love’s lips were so warm, even on my bare flesh that has been baking under the sun.
As if someone had turned up the same glowing ball in the sky, my body became hotter by the sacred moments. The waves crashing over out bodies were nothing more than back round to what happened to our bodies. The way he made me feel, I wanted to do the same for him; I wanted to make him feel as good as I feel.
I bring my hands to his hips, massaging the flesh covering his bones and his mouth grew rougher, biting my nipple hard. So I moved closer. His pants still restricted his body and so I pulled the waist away and slipped my hand to the hard organ contained inside. The smooth flesh was a strong contrast to how solid the long rod was in my grip. I could feel his heart beat quick remarkably through his skin and smiled at the though that I held his entire being between my fingers. He pulled his mouth away from my body and his spine bowed back, body gasping at my touch. I thought for a moment that I hurt him and I let go.
“No. NO, my sweeting, it’s okay. It just felt good is all.”
So I touched him again. I rolled him to his back and straddled his legs in a bold move that was unlike me, pulling the pants off his body. He was glorious in the nude. His stomach rippled when I touched him and his tanned body seemed to glow when the sun touched his skin. The curls on his stomach trailed to between his legs and grew delicately in worship to the tower of skin in the middle. I took him in my grip and moved my fingers up the shaft to feel his length as his breath quickened.
“That’s the way, love. Just like that.”
Pumping him faster and faster, I can feel his trembles beneath me. His fingers dug into the sand and his hips move with my motions. My sensitive fingertips felt each bump and line of his penis with each thrust of his hips. This new found power of his body was wonderful and I loved the feel of him in my grasp.
He sits up suddenly and crushes his mouth on mine, rolling us into our original position. I can feel him digging into my hip but it wasn’t uncomfortable, it was gratifying. My undergarments were ripped from my body and were both naked bodies, burning under the sun as a sacrifice to the gods. I wrapped my legs around his body as he slipped his hands between and rubbed my flesh, drenched by the sea and my own juices. With his mouth drinking from mine, he flicked a finger over my tiny bud, taking me by surprise and tearing another moan from my body. I moved with his fingers, pressing closer. I love he knows just where to touch me and how he knows to make me feel so good.
His hand moved and he pressed into my womanhood, taking away some of the emptiness I felt. The warmth grew that I had deep in my belly. I could feel it pulsing, and I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew I didn’t want it to stop. His fingers were making my body numb and before I could say anything I felt an… explosion take over my body. I gripped him hard with trembling fingers and my legs pulling him closer. It was as if something took over my body and I have no control, but I didn’t even care. When I gained my breath back, he kissed me.
“What was that? It was amazing.”
He smiled, “I’m pleased you liked it, my lady. Gaining the pleasure of a woman through her orgasm is the best reward.”
I wanted more. I wanted to feel him inside me again. As if reading my devilish mind, he once again touched my flesh, but this time it was different. This time it seemed softer and smoother. His hand held the shaft of his organ to the entrance of my body.
“I will go slowly. You must tell me when to stop, or if I am hurting you.”
I nodded the consent of an eager virgin and felt him slowly glide inside my hole. Then came the pain of my skin breaking, my maidenhead tearing and my innocence ending. I am now a woman. I cried out with the majestic duo of pleasure and pain as he stopped and kissed the tear from my eye.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
His concerned look made me laugh. “I have never felt better in all my life. Don’t stop, my love, please don’t stop.”
He went slow at first, still filling me gingerly but as the pain left, I only felt the sensation of him inside pumping in and out of me. I chanted “harder” and “faster”. Take my body, do what you will. I trust you. I love you. Our bodies met in a rhythm that we set together, bringing me once more to a wonderful orgasm that drove him to his own as I felt him coat the insides of my body with his creamy lust.
He pulled me to him, cradling me to his body as the sea washed away our mixed spent passions and the blood of my youth. I felt like a child with a belly full of sweet, but I was no longer a child. I was a woman. Satisfied and happy.
“Oh, I love you-“, my mind went blank at my words. I love him but, what is his name? His name escapes me and when I look at him he smiles.
“I love you too.”
The panic clearly showed on my face but he ignored it. Kissing me on my forehead he said, “Two more days. Only two more days left.”
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I awoke in my bed. The alarm hasn’t shrilled yet and I have three more minutes before it goes off. Who is this man that haunts my subconscious?? All I know is that after two days this mystery better be solved. This throbbing between my legs needs a release. I turn off my alarm and temporarily satisfy myself.