Nothing could make the moment more special. He drapes over my shoulders, chin on my head, staring at the waves. Our hands tangle and squeeze against my chest. The silky roar of the ocean, crashing against the spray-dappled rocks, overwhelms any need for idle conversation. I close my eyes. It is me, and him, and the power of the water. No cell phones, no family members’ pestering, no toxic workplaces or health problems.
Just us.
The sun breaks through the pale grey clouds, and I tilt my face towards its light, smiling with my eyes closed. His hand touches my chin and gently turns me around so I faced him. He is only a few inches taller than me, but when he looks at me with our forever in his eyes, he towers over me.
He kisses my forehead and slides his hand down to my wrist. Without a word, but with a smile that makes a promise, he leads me down into the maze of rocks jutting out of the side of the cool Pacific shoreline. Our beaches are rock and pebbles and sometimes a tiny strip of grey sand; golden beaches are legendary, to be visited on vacations. Our beaches are for every day.
We pick our way down like two-legged mountain goats. I giggle when the spray tickles my face, and when I lick my lips it tastes like salt and fish.
Suddenly, he’s tugging me down towards a flat boulder, tucked up against the hillside so the top of the embankment can’t be seen. I lay down beside him on the sun-warmed stone and reach for his hand. We stare up at the sky, which threatens rain and heat in the same breath. His fingers dance gently between mine, adjusting his grip so I am unable to get free. As if I would want to. I smile into the light.
His lips brush my forehead, pushing aside a wayward curl. My whole body responds to his presence, an arousal I have been hiding for hours. We already made love when we woke up, but I am unable to be near him for long without desiring him. Even more so, I crave his company and conversation; it fills an emptiness in me I hadn’t realized I suffered from until I met him.
He kisses me again, lower now, on my nose, my upper lip. I wait until he hesitates, then entrench my fingers in his hair and pull him down to me. We meet in the way humans have met for longer than we have kept track – lips on lips, moist groping skin seeking the answer to the most terrifying question we all ask: am I alone? And with every kiss, his answer to me is no, no, never.
He works his careful way down my body. I halfway watch the edge of the hill, but if someone comes, they will see little. Even a curious soul would have to pick their way down to find us. So I lift my body to let him take off my shirt and kiss around the line of my cami. Today I left my bra and panties at home, and he discovers this with soft, happy grunts in between caresses.
His hand slides beneath my waistband and his skillful fingers wriggle between my pussy lips. I sigh through my teeth and he grins at me, then kisses my breasts again, sneaking peeks at my face with his beautiful green eyes upturned. Clear, bright, unrelenting Irish eyes. I am overwhelmed by love, the very thought of him priming me so that when he slips two fingers inside of me, I come almost immediately.
He toys with me a while, while the breeze picks up and the clouds scud over me. I turn my head and give him a long, meaningful look. He tickles my clit one last time before he slips out and lets me pull my pants down over my ass. Then I turn to his and undo the button, drag down the zipper. His cock is ready for me. I take the head gently between my lips and suck him all the way to the back of my throat, hitting my gag reflex but controlling it so my mouth contracts around him.
He sighs and grips my hair, pushing him deeper inside my mouth. I wriggle my tongue all around the perfect girth, awakening a rush of blood that has me on my back, pants at my ankles, before I realize the oral is over. He licks his fingers and wets me, then slides inside. There is no first pump, just a long, slow decline against me until our bodies cling where our skin is bared.
I shift so he can better penetrate me, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and neck. He never takes his gaze off my face except to close his eyes when the ecstasy is too much. We bob together gently, like the waves; the tide is heading out. My thighs are slick, my palms sweating. I am coming, coming again, throwing back my head as I arch up into him. He grips the stone beneath me with his powerful hands and he comes too. He throbs into my waiting hollow.
Slumped, at last, we lie in love. He rolls off me and we stare at the sky again. Nothing has changed. We are the same. We are all that needs to be.
