I had come this far, walked down this path in this direction, drawn to all the sounds, so my love of the ocean only urged me further on. The path deepened into the sand, forming a kind of half cave as it drifted at a steeper angle downhill.
"You came," I heard a warm masculine voice say as I rounded the last curve and could finally see the ocean a mere fifty feet away.
He was beautiful.
He sat atop a tree branch, looking down at me. His skin was dark with glow of native skin painted lovelier with the ting of the sun. His hair was shoulder length, straight and black, and his eyes were deep pools of delicious chocolate mahogany. He was shirtless; wearing only what amounted to a pair of thin pants. He was broad across the shoulders and muscular down to his thick thighs and thin waist.
"I did," I said, agreeing simply because I was enraptured with his beauty and the way his eyes seemed to swallow me whole.
He smiled and stepped toward me, touching my cheek with the tips of his fingers gently. It was as if tiny sparks were leaping across the short distance between us with the quickness of a desperate suicidal off the side of a bridge. It was almost electric as his fingers touched my cheek. Next he brushed a stray hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear.
All I could feel was the beat of my heart, pounding in a hard, fast rhythm in the center of my chest. All I could hear was my breath coming quick and heavy as if I had been running for miles. I felt my body heat rise as his deep brown eyes drifted up and down me, telling without a single whisper what he was thinking about. I blushed and looked down at my feet, embarrassed to admit I was thinking it too.
His fingers drifted lightly across my ear, down the line of my jaw to the point of my chin. He tipped my chin up, and I looked up thinking he only wanted to look into my face, delighted to discover the warm brush of his lips across my mouth. Once, gentle and light, and then again, more deeply, tongue slipping ever so tenderly between my lips to delve inside.
I leaned into him, wrapped my arms around his neck as his arms circle my back and pulled me up against his muscled form, kissed him deep and hard. I slid my tongue between his lips and suckled his tongue when he again returned the action. His hands caressed my back and his lips and tongue played magic on my skin. His fingers tugged at the fabric of my wrap, pulling it loose as he moved me gently onto back on top of the silken folds beneath him. He knelt between my legs, at once holding me against the hardness of his obvious excitement and laying me back on the warm sand.
I breathed deeply of his warm scent as he began kissing his way from my mouth down the line of my jaw and then further along to my neck. I tilted my head back, offering my neck to him as he kissed and licked and nibbled, warm lips to the cool column of my throat. My fingers rubbed his shoulders, kneading them like a cat, as his mouth traveled further, his hands accompanying them, to caress my breasts. At first kissing the curve of my breasts, then near where I longed to have those lips touch. Next he licked my peaks each then breathed warm air against them, causing them to tighten all the further. I arched, pressed up into his sweet mouth, biting my lip not to cry out.
My hands continued to explore the skin I could reach, caressing and massaging what I could, and then he slide further down my body, taking away the warmth of his body and leaving me naked and exposed except for the heat of his hands on my thighs and the temperature of his hot breathe on my stomach. My eyes slid shut, knowing what he was about to do, as he mouth came down on my belly button. He licked and suckled and nipped there, teasing me as I lifted my hips, offering myself to him, begging softly, uncontrolled now. Desperate for him.
Finally, he did what I was begging for, what I needed so desperately. His mouth came down on my wet pussy, his fingers moving to slip gently inside, first only one, then two, his mouth tickling my sensitive clit as I pressed against his delicious mouth. Arching rhythmically, he decided to add a third finger into my wet hole, pressing into me over and over as he teased and tormented my button.
�Please,� I pleaded, pulling at him as I felt myself edging closer to a peak. He didn�t release me, only suckled at me harder, thrust his fingers into me more quickly, and I moaned loudly as it washed over me, deep pounding spreading through my limbs out from my quaking pussy.
He smiled at me, licking all the wet juices from my pussy as he moved up to lay up over me again, pressing his hardness against me through his trousers. He kissed my mouth, licking deep inside letting me taste myself on his tongue.
I reached down, pushing his pants off his hips and began to stroke him with my hands, up and down the shaft slowly, then cupping his balls in my palm. I moved my hands up his body, kissing his ears and neck, rubbing and massaging as he reached down to hold is thick cock in his hand, pressing into me. At first he just eased into me, sinking only the head of that thick cock into my wetness, but I couldn�t wait.
I arched up to meet him, lifting my hips and pressing my heels into the sand.
"You feel so good," he growled gently in my ear, thrusting into me a little deeper with that lovely cock. He reached down between us and rubbed my clit, then my breasts again, moving to suck on my nipple.
My back arched again, this time up to his mouth, pressing my breast against that expert tongue as he started a steady rhythm, thrusting hard into me, pulling out, thick cock filling me, fingers teasing my clit expertly. We moved slowly together at first, then more quickly, each thrust pulling me closer and closer to the edge again. I wrapped my legs around his, my arms drawing him more tightly to me, then moving down his body to his muscled ass and pulling him into me, encouraging him as he fucked me.
�Please, don�t stop!� I whispered, arching up further, lifting him from his place at my breast to kiss my mouth, squeezing my hands tightly as I pulled him into me, deeper, harder.
He moved one arm down, hooking my leg at the knee and pressing my leg up, giving him a better angle, his cock filling me over and over, at this new angle, filling me even more. He thrust faster, harder, grunting now with each hard thrust. �I love this pussy,� he murmured hotly into my ear.
My muscles were beginning to tense with the threat of a monstrous orgasm, and I clung to him as he fucked me. �Please - oh, yes! - fuck me!� I cried, starting to loose my control.
He bucked into me and I arched up to meet each thrust, each move, everywhere I could touch I did. His hands grabbed my ass, pulling me against each thrust, each time he sank that cock into my wet pussy, over and over, and I could hardly stand it. He pinched one of my nipples, biting down gently on the other, as he thrust into me over and over; with the sensation I felt myself peak, felt the orgasm pounding through me as he continued driving into me, causing it to come again and again.
�Oh yes!� I yelled, grasping at him desperately, deliriously moving to meet his every movement until I felt him spew hot cum all inside my quaking womb.
He rested against me and neither of us moved, his cock still filling my wet pussy. His head lay between my breasts and I ran my fingers through his hair, only wanting this, not wanting to move from this place ever. We lay there, breathing together, restful, until I was lulled into a deep, restful slumber.
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