They walked back up the beach. It was so quiet they could hear the grains of sand squeaking beneath their tread, the marram grasses scratching as they crossed in the warm breath of the night, the soft hiss of the waves.
He took her hand to join him as he sat. Droplets of water gleamed on her skin like tiny pearls, and he licked at their salty glimmer. The sand beneath them still held on to the echo of the baking afternoon, and he felt the warmth of it soaking up into his back.
He drew her closer and kissed her, skin cold from the sea. She was undulating, shivering beneath the stroke of his fingers, gentle curves like the dunes. They were hidden from the world behind their curtain of silence and darkness. She was above him, her hair brushing his face as her tongue explored his, her soft breasts hanging within easy reach of his upturned hands. She moved with a sureness born of familiarity to fit herself against, over, around him.
She smiled, the moon glinting silver in her eyes, and her head wore a halo of stars as he looked up at her. "Yes", she murmured. "Now...." he twisted his fingers into hers as he felt the heat rising, surging through them in a wave like the sea. So easy.
"These stars shine only tonight, only for you", he whispered. He had his own ways of telling her he loved her.
Saturday, 31 July 2010
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