Mouths and breaths and hands and bodies twisting over each other, we surge ahead into a wordless space, one where I know I’m about to be inside her. I need the warmth of her body on mine. I need to sheath my body in her flesh.
She submits—no, she directs me to join her. I tear the trousers from her ample hips, pausing only to inhale the honeyed fragrance of her loins before I align my body with hers. I can’t bear to be more than a few inches away from her. That searing heat, that beautiful secret between her thighs. That is what I need now, when I am so raw.
She is wet and welcoming, guiding my cock toward her pussy lips with a gentle touch, moving my body into position with hers. She wraps her calf behind my hip, drawing me to her, making it impossible to resist.
“Yes, Irving… I want you inside me,” she murmurs before I kiss the words away from her.
Shifting slightly, I hold her underneath me as stroke her gently with the head of my cock. With a groan, she wraps her legs behind my hips and guides me deeper. The first inch is tight, a tense band of flesh that soon yields, just slightly, to allow me to pass. I try to be gentle, but I need more. Every inch of conquest only makes me think how I need more. I need her to envelop me completely. I need to be buried inside her. I need this salve of her flesh to heal the nakedness I know I have shown her.
We move together urgently, magically, my body threatening to explode before I can bring her to climax. But she swivels her hips underneath me, taking what she needs from me, to my utter amazement. She knows just how to use my cock to bring herself to climax. Her pussy sucks me in further, swirling around my shaft over and over again.
My fingers dig into the mattress to keep from coming until I’m sure. And I know, because finally she looks away. Her eyes roll up and close as she moans, shuddering, grasping at my cock with her beautiful pussy walls. Only then do I allow myself to climax inside her, plunging so deep she gasps again, allowing me to release my seed deep inside her, every last bit of it.
Chapter 13
CAL
At night, the sound of the waves fills the air around the beach. Even when the sea is calm, like it is tonight, the ocean is an ever-present pulse. The heartbeat of the world. It is almost terrifying to be this close to it.
I can imagine what this place will look like in the future, when it is occupied with guests. This part of the island will remain an undisturbed beach. It is beautiful the way it is. I am not trying to mask the island with structures; rather I want to encourage people to live within it. Of course, with a great deal of posh amenities, but still connected to the island itself. Otherwise, why do it here?
The moonlight plays across the surface of the water, sending out a stripe of silvery light that splits the sea into halves. Sometimes I wonder what is behind that curtain of darkness. Two-thirds of the planet is a mystery. I wouldn’t be surprised to discover a complete civilization there. Maybe among the animals we already know, who we didn’t know how to listen to. Once this project is complete, I hope to turn my attention there. I would love to explore the ocean, perhaps even the deep crevasses that make up the continental plates. The mystery is boundless.
The temperature has dropped a good forty degrees but it is still pleasantly warm. The breeze is like a lover’s kiss, and I take off my shirt to feel it better. The water beckons me. It is so warm, I can just slip into it.
And why not? This part of the beach slopes gently for forty or fifty feet out to sea before dropping off to deeper water. I can walk until I can’t even see the resort if I want to.
But all I want to do is feel the warm water surround me. I walk out several feet, thrilled to feel the waves churning around my knees, invigorated by the sand sucking through my toes as the waves wash back to sea. Everything is pulling me onward, tempting me to go deeper.
It’s so warm, it’s practically unbearable. A stronger wave tugs on the back of my heels, almost knocking my legs out from under me. Laughing, I fall to my knees and let the water swirl around me, threading over my legs, playfully tugging on my cock and balls.
Though the feeling is overwhelming, I can’t take a journey tonight. There are sharks out here, I know. Skates, even jellyfish. It doesn’t bother me. What good is a mystery without a little bit of mortal danger anyway?
Forcing myself to head back to the beach, I stand and walk through the waves, surprised to find my clothes thirty feet away already. It almost lulled me in. That sweet, insistent pull.
Over the sound of the water, I hear a gasp and turn around, startled to see Opal standing on the beach, her shoes dangling from her left hand, her right hand covering her mouth in surprise.
“Jesus, I’m sorry,” I say in a rush, snatching my shorts from where they lay on the sand and pulling them up to cover me. “I didn’t see you there. I’m so used to being out here alone…”
“No! I’m sorry to interrupt. I’m just… I’ll just go…”
“No, wait. Just give me a second to get decent,” I chuckle.
Opal turns away shyly as I pull my shorts back on.
“I’m glad that you didn’t run screaming down the beach,” I smile.
“What’s that?” she asks, squinting, deafened by the sound of the wind.
“Sorry, I forgot how hard it is to hear out here,” I explain.
I walk over the soft, yielding sand toward her. She looks up at me, searching my face in the moonlight, her shoulders raised protectively.
“Are you cold?”
“The breeze,” she explains sheepishly.
“Oh, certainly,” I nod, pausing to drape my shirt over her bare shoulders.