Then gasps and moans even louder than before as I slide inside her.
Inside and out, she’s softer than clouds, softer that spring flowers, and she fits me like a glove.
The need I’ve harbored for her, the fiery desire she lit inside me the first day we met, breaks free of the cage I had to keep it in, becomes an inferno, a river of flame.
She’s writhing beneath me, moaning and whimpering ever so sweetly, meeting my thrusts and giving herself to me the way no woman ever has.
I won’t last long. I knew that the moment I entered her.
But I last long enough for her whole body to freeze, her pussy clenching tight on my cock as she comes. I kiss her deeply and hungrily while she’s still trying to catch her breath from her orgasm.
I come then too, with her lips sealed to mine, and my cock fully in her grasp, and it’s the best I’ve ever had. Until our next time. Which will be even better than this. As will all the times after that.
It’s one of those things I just know.
* * *
Veronica
The cool evening breeze is filling me with all the scents of the ocean and all the spring flowers growing strong on the cliff top above us. Yet there’s a freshness underneath it all, the clean scent of the wind and the open road and the whole wide world that’s all Chance.
The night has extinguished most of the golden light of this perfect afternoon, there’s only a band of it left along the horizon, glowing brightly as it welcomes the velvety soft darkness of night.
His eyes are as soft and velvety as the sea around us, as he gazes at me.
He’s lying on his back on the blanket and I’m leaning over him, running my hand over his chest, his neck and his face. We’ve had each other every which way now. Fast and slow. Gentle and hard. But I still haven’t had enough. I don’t think I ever will have enough of him. His hardness tells me he’s ready for more too. And the look in his eyes says that he’s thinking exactly what I’m thinking.
But I just want to look at him a little longer, while there’s still enough light to see by. I want to remember this night for as long as I live. I want to soak in every last detail of it—the way the waves whisper as they lick the sand, the way the wind rustles the bushes above us, making them whisper and sing as they release their glorious scents of spring, the way his stubbly cheek feels against my palm and the way the prickliness gives way to the velvety softness of his lips and his skin.
And the way his eyes hold all the golden glory of the deep, vast waters before us. Or how they light up brighter than the sun as he grins at me.
“What? Are you just gonna look?” he asks.
I grin at him too, then shake my head and straddle his hips.
I will just look. For a long time yet. But right now, I need to feel him inside me again.
I gasp as I slide down the thick shaft of his cock, every nerve ending in my body coming alive and crackling with pure, sparkling pleasure. Pleasure that’s almost too hard to take. Almost.
I slide up and down slowly, gyrating my hips, arch my back so I can take more of him. I need to feel every last inch of him deep inside me, and for a while, sating that need is all I know.
He’s letting me do my thing, letting me use his body as I want to give us both this pleasure. His hands are gently caressing my sides and my back, my belly and breasts, my neck and lips and back again, the touch of his calloused fingers electrifying against my soft skin.
I pick up the pace as the sparks of his touch meet the electric whirlwind of pleasure his cock is creating inside me. It builds and builds, becomes a tornado that turns into a spinning tower of bliss that reaches all the way to the sky, burning with the golden sunlight, not doused by the cool, dark ocean, but fed by it, made stronger by it. Made whole.
I come hard just as he does, his cock buried deep inside me as the tower of bliss collapses into a billion pieces, landing softly in the sand around us, each softer and warmer than the next. The shards of bliss are glowing all around us, and cover us like a blanket, as I lay down next to him and he wraps his arm around me, keeping us warm, keeping me safe from all that was, and paving the road to all that will be.
Stars are twinkling to life in the sky above us, each different, each brighter than the last.
“Can we just stay right here forever?” I ask softly, as I wrap my arms tighter around his chest.
“Forever?” he asks, his voice rumbling from deep within his chest and entering me like the rhythm of the best song I’ve ever heard. “I’m pretty sure it might get too cold to spend the night here.”
I gasped despite myself, even though I know how he is, I know he says what he means and means what he says and right now it is already getting cold.
He holds me tighter and uses his other hand to gently tilt my head up, so he can look into my eyes.
“But I’m willing to try for forever, if you are.”
How does he always know so well exactly what I need to hear?
“Oh, I’m more than willing,” I say and smile at him.
He grins wider and kisses the top of my head softly.
“Then let’s do it,” he says.
And there’s no doubt in my heart that we’ll make it. We already snatched a huge piece of our forever today. It’s glowing deep in my chest, burning bright with a flame that we created together. A flame that will never go out.