Beach Encounter

It began with the couple standing on a secluded stretch of the beach.  She was leaning back against his chest, strong and secure.  He had his arms around her narrow waist.  They were staring out at the surging ocean.  The wind picked up a little and he dipped his head to her shoulder.  She caught her breath as his soft kisses trailed slowly across her shoulder to her neck.  He could then hear her low, deep-throated moans.  He turned her around and with his hands on her hips, he drew her to him, communicating his hunger for her through his eyes.  Just as a huge wave crashed onto the beach he captured her mouth with his own.  The wind whipped her hair around them but they didn't seem to notice.  As the kiss deepened he pulled her closer to him, and she felt the proof of his arousal.  Her arms lifted as if of their own mind and she clung to his muscular shoulders.  He continued his deep, tender onslaught until she could no longer support herself.  They then sank to the sand, still locked in their embrace.  Her hair fanned out around her head as he laid her back.  The tender kisses continued and his hands, rough hewn, but gentle, skimmed over her heated flesh.  Her oval nails dug into his shoulders and back as she arched against him.  Her gasps and sounds of pleasure were lost in the wind.  His hand made it's way across her rib cage and trailed down her stomach to the top of her shorts.  The button was unfastened and the zipper lowered tantalizingly slowly.  His large hand disappeared behind the band of her satin panties.  She arched against the heat of his palm.  Another big wave beat the sandy shore, spraying them with tiny, salty droplets.  His fingers found what they were seeking, sliding easily into the silken tunnel.  She opened wider to accommodate his hand.  Somehow their clothes disappeared and he was kissing his way, slow, hot, wet, down her neck, to her chest, and down her stomach.  She quivered with anticipation and arched with shock and delight when his mouth picked up where his fingers had left off.  When she could no longer stand the sweet torture she called above the wind "Now, I need you now!"  He pulled himself up her body, his weight on his arms, and thrust inside her just as another wave shook the beach.  Their cries of passion were lost to the wind.  Sensations came faster and faster until it was as if a beautiful glass object had been shattered and the pieces flung into the fading sunlight.  He laid back in the sand and pulled her into the safety of his arms, her head resting on his chest and her arm across his waist.  She fell asleep with him stroking her hair.  He watched the sun set over the now calm waves.  The warm summer night protected them as though they were in the gardens of Heaven.1