We both sit on the shore watching the seagulls.
The wave comes and goes, comes and goes, as your hand passes over me now.
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I laugh a litle bit , I break from your caresses and run freely like a wild bird throwing myself into the sea. I am swimming in a happy way, spraying water around and happy to see you looking at me from the shore. You are smiling, a sign that you like what you see.
I come next to you breathing heavily. The playing in the water tired me and I am crashing down on the sand near you. I put my head on your thighs and I remain in silence. You say no word as you carress my wet hair, mixed with sand and seaweed. You sniff it, you kiss it, you taste it. I’m coming back to you and I am kneeling just one arm away from you. You slide your fingers on my shoulders, on my arms, contouring my body to the toe of my fingers. My fingers scatter the sand. I look at the shells, looking for one to give it to you. You call my name as you rub me up and down with your fingers on my sun-kissed skin.
I take a handfull of sand and let it flow on your stretched out body. The sand flows like an hourglass. It actually measures the time spent with you. Precious time that is measured in pleasure charms. We do not throw one in each other’s arms, but we feel the pleasure in the sand flowing smoothly over your skin and at the top of the fingers that shape my shapes. Soft lips accompany the sand that covers you. They are my lips, searching your body curiously. They want to know your shape, to teach your color, to feel your flavor. I touch you lightly, hardly noticeable, as though my lips were sea foam …
You stretch your back and close your eyes. My lips slip over your chest on your shoulders. I’m lifting your arms and kissing them inside. My hair has dried up in the sunshine and now covers your face and neck. You smell me. You acknowledge my perfume. My lips catch your skin gently and come down along your contour. My hand draws long lines of sand in the middle of your chest. You find a drop of salt water between my breasts and you sip it slow …
My lips go down to the hips, then go down until you feel my kiss right on your abdomen. Keep going? To keep going? What I see is breathtaking. You are ready for love and a powerful ram is already standing in front of my eyes, looking for my body. I kiss it, little by little, and I like to taste it, to feel its salt on the tip of my tongue.
A chant wakes us out of ecstasy. A seagull passes over us, shouting … I thought I cried out at the time of our union, but here my scream, the seagulls and the sound of the sea are merging. We have breathtaking cuts in the ample movement of the bodies that are known here on the sand sifted by time … There is little more and the wave breaks by the shore and with it you send me into a secret world where you are starting me now. I am yours, we need just to sleep one in each other’s arms, feeling the flow of touching our soles, knees, thighs. We’re rolling by shaking the sand, drowning in the waves. The orgasm is total and strikes the inside with the same water force on the pier. I feel your penis inside looking for the point of total pleasure. It finds it. Now we can stay like this until sunset, completely united, with sand between our chests, with the water poured between our legs.
We separate for a few moments and letting the sea wash our bodies of love and sunshine. I do not know when your arms are holding me back. You throw me in the sea and jump with me. I surround you with my feet. You walk through the waves until the water covers us up to the chest. My breasts run along with water, your penis breaks the waves like a mission cruiser. Tremor of emotion. The beach belongs to us. We are only prepared for love. A wave raises me and strikes me on your chest. Your hands are cracked in my waist and now you’re gonna make me like a piece to fit perfectly on a steel axle. I’m bouncing off on your powerful penis as if I were doing both part of a machine well calculated for a perfect junction. I’m screwed on you, built on the size of your penis. You Stay firmly in the middle of the sea holding me on your hands. You’re starting to move me slowly by rubbing each other. The wave raises me, it gets me down along with the movements your hands are doing to my body.
You are in me, our tandem is just starting up but incredibly fast at a maximum speed. With a barely knee-jerk movement, I’m getting more penis on the coming of the wave. I feel you perfectly inside me, coming in as much as you can fill the empty eagerness of love in me. I see you focused on the movement of our sexes, looking at the water splash around us, looking for the most exciting penetration, the deepest touch. Ah … we feel the heat of the inside as we steal our forces again. You frenzy, and I cry out of pleasure among the salty kisses left on your shoulders.
I get out of the pulp around your waist and raise one foot to your shoulders. I pick up the other one. Water supports me, just like your arms that continue that go-come into your hotly excited penis. We are on the verge of ecstasy, but I want to extend it. I’m slowing down and changing my position in a short break. I’m leaving behind with my arms and pleats floating on the surface of the sea and my legs now pass under your arms surrounding your chest, pressing with your heels on your spinal cord. The penetration is fantastic, now you feel deeper, the ecstasy returns again in more and more dizzying waves. We reach orgasm when a wave once again sends me forcefully into your strained penis, generously giving me the essence of love. The hotbird encompasses me and lets me carry the water on my back.
I float like a siren on the waves that lift me up easily. You are standing next to me, and slowly undo my legs. With a crazy laugh, you benefit in a passionate kiss, brushing your cheek from my barely out of the clutches of our bodies. Ah … I’m excited to the maximum, missed by orgasm, light spasms still feel on the clitoris, and your slightly biting kiss provokes an incredible, almost animal pleasure. You like to leave your head in the water, perfectly attached to my sex. It’s easy. My clitoris catches my life again and I feel the pleasure of flooding me again. I’m telling you to stop, I feel like the pleasure is too big to deal with, but your tongue is naughty among my horror channels. With my arms you support me in the wave of waves and bring me closer to your mouth whenever I remove myself. A remnant of orgasm, like a seismic replica stronger than the self-consciousness itself, makes it felt again in me and I cry out of pleasure showing you how much I like it, asking you to continue. Yeah, there, yes, more aaah … daaa … I’m telling you, and my boobs with my palms and beating the surface of the water as if it were a bird trying to get up in the air.
I’m already somewhere between heaven and earth, I’ve risen long over the water, just my body is in the trap of your arms. You are overwhelmed by my warmth crazy by the taste of the sweet-salty taste that you feel on your lips. We are alone on earth, no one else exists. Above the sky, a lot of water and just tasting our bodies in perfect harmony. I do not know where you have the strength to give me such an orgasm, stronger, deeper than my flesh. Your mouth probably conceals a secret potion that steals my body from the body and abandons me once again. With a last sigh, in me the pleasure explodes and I look into your eyes as the fever spreads through me and feels like it on your lips. My body relaxes, it gets hard and I get my feet back on the ground, under water, stuck to you, surrounded by your arms. We kiss long while the waves go back to the shore to sleep one in each other’s arms.
