Down by the Bay
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.
Relaxation
We head into the room marked with a big “4,” Jay just ahead of me. Once he gets the stubborn deadlock bolted closed, I start stripping down. Steam rises off the hot tub, though the jets are off, and the thin mattress has a fresh sheet.
Jay removes his shirt and I take a moment to gaze hungrily at his barrel chest and broad shoulders. Once I liked hairless boys, but when I met Jay, my tastes matured and I realized what I wanted was a man.
Still watching him, I climb into the hot tub. The water envelops me, welcomes me with its velvet warmth. I close my eyes and release my heavy thoughts with a sigh, slipping my hand between my legs to encourage the sensation of the jets. For now, it’s not Wednesday, it’s a sacred hour of heat and love.
The water shifts as Jay climbs in beside me. He settles in across the way, a jet against his back, and for the first time in weeks the lines on his face loosen. His eyes still closed, he smiles.
I slip my finger inside myself, but it is unsatisfying. What I want is my husband’s cock. I drift across the hot tub, reaching to grab his knees in my hands. Jay opens his eyes. "Hi, you.“
I almost draw back, so overwhelming is the love on his face. His hands reach for me, pull my face to his, but slows at the last second so when our lips touch, it is a spark, a tender remembrance of our first kiss. I am back on his bed, fluttering with nervousness, and he is pressing me down into the down comforter, his finger on the bottom of my chin, his lips perfect – not too moist, not too rough. Softer than light. Soft as love.
We kiss. Again. Jay slips his tongue between my lips. I rise up in the water, wrapping my legs around him so I straddle him on the bench. I grasp his hair in one hand and kiss him, left to right, my tongue slipping into his ear so he moans and tightens. I could be fourteen, alive with the possibilities of my body. This is the power Jay holds over me, awakening even the most reluctant vestiges of my sexuality.
His hands grasp my waist, one on each hip. He pulls me down into the water and I reach for him. I barely have to go below the surface of the water to find him. I slip him inside, and he pushes a relieved sigh out of me. "I need this,” I whisper into his ear, and he grabs my ass and uses the water to drive into me.
He holds me so tightly that I can barely move – not that I have to; my pussy is doing the work, alive of its own accord, clenching him with a fearsome desperation and need. He throws back his head and snarls out a laugh through his teeth, possessive and powerful. I shudder, melting into him. He fills me, raking my inner walls.
Suddenly Jay lifts me bodily and sets me on the side of the hot tub. He points wordlessly to the bed. I scramble out and slink across the distance between the tub and the mattress, then settle on my knees with my ass proffered off the edge of the bed. I hear the water splash as Jay gets out, too, and then his cock is back inside me, my void filled, my need satisfied. I grunt and woof like a dog in heat as he pulls me to him, his powerful legs propelling him into motions that slap my ass so hard I cry out.
He slaps me again, with his hand this time, and I come so hard I see spots in my vision. Even as I try to recover my breath, Jay shoves me in a 90-degree turn so he can climb onto the bed behind me. He presses my face down into the mattress and my pussy gushes with satisfaction. Rarely do I think about our labels, but now, my mind is consumed with it: I am your possession. I am your property. I am your lover.
This last, as he slaps my ass again and comes himself when my pussy clenches up. If he says something, if words materialize in the midst of bliss, I don’t recognize any but my name. "Amber.“ Just a soft, adoring whisper as he slumps over me. I slip down so we are parallel to the mattress, his weight comfortingly warming me.
Months of hardship, family squabbles, work crises…it all fades away, for a while.
"Thank you,” I whisper, and reach up to touch his stubbly cheek. "For everything.“
"There’s a pretty goddamn big list of reasons why I married you,” he says, a smile in his voice, “and that was one of them.”
