Breaking Waves

She takes off her shoes. He watches from afar. He knows that this is not a gesture, but a simple act to walk more easily on the sand. But he can’t help but see it as a seduction, for him.

You choose your words carefully, dear. Your eroticism is in the provocation of your words not in the acts described. You know I look closely for your desire. You also know that I will eventually write about the man who watches a woman take off her shoes.

She raises her skirt. Again, this is not for him — to see her beauty revealed. It’s to help her run more freely on the sand. But that’s not what he sees. He is sun-stroked. He stares at her and cannot move. He gets himself into such a state of ecstasy, watching her every movement – her limbs, her thighs, her ass. All that movement and shape held in his grip soon. She had planned this all along, for them to make love here, on the sand, under the waves. She entices him to imagine, to desire, to transform.

The way I licked, it was the most patient and perfect lick I had ever experienced, I don’t know if I ever told you that. I couldn’t believe the way my tongue completely covered your open lips. That reddened pink, that deep hole, soaking wet. I just scooped from bottom to top, slowly tasting, savoring, and sniffing, and then digging in. You kept still except for an occasional squirm, as if my tongue held you, somehow tied you down into this position on your back. I rarely know if it is right, what I do down there, but this time — with those imaginary chains barely containing your ecstasy — I was sure. Your body and your inability to speak demanded me not to stop.

He’s so hard and burning in the heat that he needs to go right to it, to enter her. He knows he is rushing things, but he is in such a frenzy, He needs to shake off this lust by running up to her and undoing her dress and sucking hard on her tits and rubbing his cock against her bare ass and reaching for her pussy and sliding his fingers into her opening and placing his palm over her pussy. He wants to suck her tits even harder, grab her hair, pull her head back and slide his leg and cock between her thighs .. but he knows he must and can calm down. To wait. He wants his hardness to last, to enter her in a slow way, to have the sea wash over them as they make love, unreachable by the forces of the law.

I continue writing as if he is living it, but I write about my desire when I see you.

In the sea, he doesn’t have to stop. He feels that oh so amazing feeling of thick oily juices that close in on his cock, grabbing hold of its hardness. He goes deep and deeper as deep as possible.

I feel you grip me, grip my cock tightly with your pussy, and you move, twist, glide your pussy back and forth, to get all of me. And I push further in.

She wants more of him, more movement, more cock to rub against her pussy walls, her clit. He moves slowly, deliberately, in, then out, pushing his cock all the way in, and then pushing up, staying like that, he puts his whole weight and body against hers. They try to find each other’s lips, to kiss as deeply as she holds his cock, to do with their tongues what he cannot do with his cock: to explore with precision. Their tongues make love.

I reach down to suckle on your tits. You devour the back of my neck and shoulders. Your legs take hold of me and push me even further into you, and even it is not possible, I feel I can go even deeper. Your legs hold me down so that I cannot escape your desire. I squirm, I struggle in their restraint. I grab your ass, the backs of your thighs, and push even deeper. You cannot hold out. You release your legs, and I pull out just enough to thrust, thrust, hard, back than thrust with even more force. You scream and continue to do so with no stopping. My thrusts becaome small, rapid, and hard, deep and deeper.

She is so beautiful in this state that he does whatever her pussy commands, his cock feels so big inside, and so loved.

I am so turned on by your lust that I can only think of my cock’s pleasure and your waves of orgasm.

He is throbbing with pleasure. He is feeling such a heat from her pussy, and floods of juice.

I love love love this feeling!

And to see her in this state, he wants to kiss her so deeply as she explodes, to suck on her tits to caress her in this state, to stay inside her forever.

I am suddenly breathing heavy, my heart is beating quicker.

He lets out a howl.

I cannot wait any longer.

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