Saturday, January 18, 2014

The Dock

She faces him, with the wind in her hair; waves rolling in to the shore in the background. 
Studying his face....searching his eyes, questioning. 

He reaches for her, and pulls her into his embrace. Cupping her face, he raises her lips to his.... slowly he traces her mouth with his tongue,  softly biting the edges, arousing her to open, going deeper into the kiss... passion spreading between them.. 

Heat curling through her body....the wind, still whipping her hair, mixing with his hair, she grasps hold, bringing his kiss deeper still... prolonging it.... pulling apart, he traces kisses down her neck, nibbles... 

Her nipples peak, hardening as he comes closer to their mounds... he cups her from the side, running his hand gently across the hardened peak... the touch, through her clothing is adding to the sensation.... making her quiver with need... 

Touching each other now, they explore the contours of their bodies... giving to each other, equally, her... running her nails, up his back... under his shirt... feeling his heat... ..

Oblivious to the surroundings, time has no place here.... just thoughts, emotions, passion, and complete seduction... 

A gull startles them; he takes her hand.. pulling her back to his car... seating her. She waits until he is in, and falls on him.. wanting only to ravage his senses, like he has done to her... their lips meet, his crushing, this kiss is deep, long...She falls back with him above her...  his hands are exploring again... down her stomach... 

To the core of her.... he finds her wet, hot... ready for release.. his finger tips trace her clitoris ...bringing her to the brink, then pulling back... all the while, he's suckling at her breast.... 

She explodes... climaxing in waves... spiraling out of herself.... then slowly coming back to him... her eyes open, he's watching her... pulling his hand from her wetness, he sucks her taste into his mouth, then leans over... and kisses her.... letting her taste her own sweetness....
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