Belated birthday present.

Her undressing.

She takes her time. Lazily unbuttoning her blouse, pulling down her work slacks.

He can smell her scent in an instant.

Secondary to her peeling away her bra.

Her cute dark nipples.

There’s no sound at all save for the waves of the ocean crashing crashing crashing.

He feels 17.

Off school for the summer.

Watching her untie her hair and let it fall down in curls.

She is His as she crawls across the bed and takes his cock into her mouth.

Her first kiss is eager and she lets out a satisfied grunt. Pleased is she?

He grows hard in her mouth and fidgets when she leaves him for the spring air to set alight.

Crawling on her belly, she marks his cock with her juices. Claims her territory even though she’s His territory.

Other beasts stay away. This cock is spoken for.

The ocean waves crash crash crash.

Rise and fall like their bodies together. She rests against him and it’s like they melt and meld and fuse together.

His cock rests against her slit, sliding her open but not sliding in.

Right now she’s content for the cuddle. She tastes like ocean waves.

And it’s a kiss like his very first.

Her lips kick off nerves that fire right down to his gut and spiral.

But a spiral has an ending.

Dark eyes.

Watchful.

Glazed.

Suddenly she’s not of work but of the ocean. The embodiment of spring sunshine.

Her hair is wet and she tastes like salt.

But her wet skin is sensuous and he finally finds her there, finally slipping in.

She climbs ontop of him and steadies herself. Sweet-nothings ride on the wind and fade with the waves and he feels fucking incredible buried within her.

Words.

Master.

His name.

Swears.

Why isn’t there sound beyond?

No music. No traffic.

Try exist on an island.

In a bubble.

In an inn.

And she’s rising and falling.

Catching her nipples between her fingers and pulling.

Squeezing.

Muttering to herself.

’What?’

’Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?’

And still it exists within a dream within a dream.

When will they wake.

Will she be beside him when he does? Will he.*

Pulling her hair is like seeing a mother cat pull her kitten to its mouth. Her body freezes. She leans into his hand.

Nuzzles his hand.

Chitters and chirps.

She only ever chirps for him.

Where’s sense.

No where here.

He sees her orgasm in her eyes and grips her hips.

Stay.

She clenches around Him and pulls Him into the dark forest with his own orgasm.

Pumping.

His cock throbs.

He feels it pulsing as he empties his load into her.

Ocean being.

Until he realises he’s been holding her still by her hips. Till he’s finished.

He pushes her. They fall.

He slides his cock out of her and along her stomach. Leaving a trail of his cum.

Marking her.

Till his cock finds her mouth and fills her. Taste his cum and her cum and everything else.

Her head hangs off the bed and he fills her till she chokes.

He hopes she blacks out.

He’d still fuck her mouth.

They reach for each other as the waves crash.

And beyond that nothing exists.

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If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading! I hope you’ve enjoyed it! I wrote it in one sitting, a stream of consciousness type deal, feeling the coming summer and the ocean and sex after a swim. All of these little moments.