We were staying beside each other
lying on the huge and empty beach, staring at the sky full of stars.
Source: telegraph.co.uk
Hundreds of millions of stars, one brighter than another. With the tail of the eye you could see a falling star, or a plane jutting among them. The full moon was shining proudly with her famous spots, discreetly illuminating the landscape. The waves were coming to the shore, they were cracking near the shore, and the water was almost drenching our feet. Offshore, some ships were lighting the blue immense with the lights at the mast. A siren was sounding far away announcing the ship’s entry into the harbor, and the seagulls flew wide by shouting in the warm night. We had some history together, it passed a few years since we were together. One evening in October, when we were still haunting through hotel rooms to be together, he confessed to me: “I want to be on the beach too!” Two days the innocent voice called in my head. I made a promise that I forgot it after two days. I wanted to be with him when he was going to get to a beach. The days have passed, so the years and there we were on the beach with our eyes on the stars. We were embraced, I was supporting my head on his shoulder, and he was caressing my naked back. My hand was on the middle of his well build and tanned chest. We were talking about anything, sipping red wine mixed with Cola from cups.
– Have you ever made love on the beach at night? the question suddenly sounded.
– No.
– Do not you think it’s time?
– Sure!
In the dark brazed by the rays of the moon, our lips met … Long kissing in which our tongues touched, they felt each other and they tasted one another. Gentle kissing, when I was losing myself in his blue eyes like the sea, kissing in the corner of our mouths, cheeks or ear lobes, kissing on my necks and sweet kisses on my hair. I knew there was going to be something romantic because over time I did not know why he liked to make me some whims and that was one of them. Perhaps the male pride or a grain of feelings, who knows? There was no need for prelude, it was enough to touch me anywhere on the tanned body, my nipples were instantly becoming hard, the butterflies were beginning to dance in my stomach and they were attacking the whole body, the cave of pleasure was moistening, getting hot and I was craving for him with my whole being. I was totally left in his will, for everything he did, he was wonderful, and whether he possessed me behind, stretched out or not, whether I was above, there was nothing I could want more. He was exploring my body and making lines around my breasts, his tongue was licking me and his teeth were biting my nipples like they were a peach, he was kissing me from the neck to my breasts, on my abdomen, reaching the hip, stopping between my wide open legs and then he was deeply penetrating me with his tongue, and I was arched and fond of pleasure. I was anxious to feel deep within me, to provoke me as he only knows how to do it, to warm me, to possess me, to satisfy me. He was always attentive, calm, he knew that what he is doing leads me to the unsuspected and untouched heights. There were times when I asked for a break because the pleasure was neighbor to the faint and I did not know what was going on. He was hot, he was hard, I was kissing him on his thighs, hips, chest, neck, or face. My breasts touched his penis , I stood there for a few moments, then I played with my tongue at his nipples, my hands did not wait for a moment, exploring erogenous areas of maximum effect to enhance pleasure. We gave each other some passionate kisses, then I went down again on his neck, chest, pelvis, avoided the hot zone to make him want me more. Unexpectedly I was going back to the strong penis, I was taking it in my mouth, gently lifting it up with my tongue, without helping by my hands, rubbing it with my lips or licking it with lust, and eventually letting me penetrated into grumbling pleasures. He was behind me, he was possessing me slowly, deeply, when quickly, when tender, he suddenly came out and I felt his tongue exploring me again, how he was sucking the clitoris, how he was licking the labia, how he was going deep, how he was biting, he was hot, excited . We changed the position, I was on top, he was supported in his hands and in the sitting position, I was playing, I was arcing, I was rubbing his penis, I pressed the clitoris on his pelvis, I was feeling indescribable when he held it in one hand with the other press my anus to increase ecstasy. I did not need much in this position, but sometimes I avoided orgasm, I loved sex before orgasm, because afterwards, the dizzy sensations that gets in me cause me a good fatigue and I enjoy the time. In the dream landscape with the moon stumbling over us, with the stars like a huge polybag, with the smell of salt water mixed with sand, with the sounds of the blasting waves, with the cry of relentless gulls, I soon felt like I was taking fire. The sensation was overwhelming, the orgasm felt like fireworks in thousands of colors and nuances and I thought I was the happiest woman on the planet. Not long after, in the hotel room after a late dinner, we took it from the end, creating memories … to tell in the long winter nights. I opened the windows wide and let the salt salty smell inside. Transparent veil curtains moved in the rhythm of the wind that easily joined, sometimes revealing the corners of the privacy of the room. Refreshing air soothes our skin so infuriated and sweaty. He touched my freshly washed, yet wet, skin with his tongue, wet, at that moment when I had already begun a new love affair. My heart was booming harder when you touched me and my breathing started to be faster. I had waved and left my head on my back, letting him kiss my hard nipples, playing with my hair that flowed over the waves. I felt as if I was just melting for pleasure, the heat that invaded me, his penis so hard and virile. Sometimes I felt him so strong in my vagina, but I was not saying anything, except I made fine sounds that I missed without wanting. He put my hand on my mouth and you let me bite your flesh so scented as a strong man. You were pushing your penis stronger and at one point I gathered both hands with the wrinkled scarf on the bed, betraying the little pleasure of pleasure you offered me. You ejaculate in me in a little while and again I felt like burning pleasure. We collapsed on the bed leaving the cool air to touch our bodies, to get back from everything we lived at full intensity all this evening.
