she lies, face down, bottom staring palely at the sun and asking for a little colour. he stands, framed in the doorway, watching. she, of course, doesn’t yet know that he’s there.
he sees her lying there, still in the sun, skin gleaming and golden, hair splayed out around her head in chestnut rivers. his hand twitches as though to touch and he feels a stirring in his centre. her back rises gently and he aches to rest his hand there.
he can almost feel her sun drenched skin moist and welcoming under his hand, can almost feel her shift and sigh beneath his touch as he rubs her back in slow circles, can almost hear her breath catch and quicken.
fingers twitch against his leg and a promising bulge begins to appear in his pants. she sighs and moves an arm before settling again into the sand, legs slightly wider than before. he can see the crease of her bikini tracing the contours or her most intimate areas, the soft down leading up her thighs to meet there.
his eyes are beginning to glaze a little with lust as he feels himself stroke languidly up her legs with his hands and drop kisses all over the dimples at the small of her back. small breathy kisses with little tickles of tongue that would have her erupting in giggles if he did it for real. his eyes trace up her spine as his mouth ached to touch each small nub until they can bear it no longer.
almost he can smell her arousal. almost.
she shifts slightly to reposition herself in the sun and he inhales once, sharply, as he realises that her top is unclasped and that he can see a rosy peak just peeking out beneath her. he can’t take much more of this.
his mind pinches and fondles her exposed nipple as he covers her in suntan oil and she tears his suit off with sun slowed fingers. he is breathing rapidly now, bulge evident against the dark fabric of his business pants and fingers flickering along with his imagination.
she stirs again, languidly reaching for the lotion bottle to cover herself once more. she is facing slightly away from him still and he watches her evident pleasure as she strokes her body and moves sensually against the feel of her sliding hands. her head drops back as she presents her gleaming self to the sun.
top discarded on her towel she liberally coats herself in the creamy liquid and then turns slightly “why are you still dressed?” she says as her hands begin to fondle the rosy peaks at her nipples.
he laughs, a great roar, and unclasps his belt in one swift move. “i don’t know.”
socks and shoes follow and then he approaches her, trail of clothing appearing in his wake, erection leading the way and she laughs, a languid giggle, and opens her arms to receive him.
their tongues thrust instantly, as always the passion takes them by surprise with it’s intensity, and they are moaning even as their hands roam each other’s flesh. he delights in her sun warmed slickness even as she delights in his air conditioned smoothness and in covering him in the lotion she had so liberally applied.
removing the last of their clothing they laugh and roll around with each other in the long grass of their courtyard as their hands roam along each other’s flanks and their mouths relearn each other’s shape. it’s an endless exploration for them.
they still, together but unspoken, and she groans to feel him, steel hard and nestling against her folds. he slides up and down her channel a few times, teasing her with his manhood and covering himself in her slick juices.
they moan and kiss once more, bodies sliding along each other as their most intimate parts run along each other. she breaks first and tips her pelvis ever so slightly and he laughs devilishly and thrusts home in one swoop.
she cries out in ecstasy and arches up to meet him, bodies moving in that long slow dance as he slides nearly out and back in ever so slowly and she clasps him to her with the muscles of her pelvic floor and holds him gently. they sigh and move, slowly now with their mouths entwined and her hands wandering to the rhythm of their personal drummer.
the rhythm of they.
her legs reach around him and she crosses her ankles behind his back and clasps his flexing buttocks with her hands. he groans and speeds up, mouth coming away a little as their breaths entwine.
she looks into his eyes and he meets them, pupils reflecting to the bottoms of their hearts as they gather speed and dance their favourite dance together.
he groans, his rhythm breaking.
she cries out, her body shuddering beyond her control.
his breath catches and he erupts in a shout as her body shudders and clasps him and she thrashes her head and quivers course throughout her being as he feels himself empty into her and they fall, still dancing slowly and laugh with glee.
she delights in his weight as he delights in their juices mingling with their bodies and they kiss again, and again and of course, again…
