criss-crossing black against electric white. The cliffs were
luminous in the moonlight, grassy tussocks tumbling to the dark rocks below.
The sky was clear, the stars faint but steady. Her mad dance had taken her to
the edge of dry sand again, though her toes still sank into the damp ridges the
receding sea had left behind.
Then, suddenly, he was there, naked as she was, traversing
the floor of the cove from the direction of the sea, twenty yards away, then
ten, then closer still. He came towards her without speaking. She saw that,
once again, he was hard, his maleness thrusting proudly. She marvelled at his
beauty, the way his muscles gleamed under damp skin and his curls moulded wetly
to his skull. Without clothes, he was slimmer than she’d realised, yet broad
across the shoulders, body tapering towards his hips, his stomach a ridge of
muscle where a line of black hair led sleekly to the dense curls that nestled
below.
Still he came towards her; still not a word passed between
them. She was held in the magic of the moment, barely breathing, and yet with
her breath panting a little, her pulse leaping. Then he took her face in his
hands, ran his fingers into her hair, bent to capture her mouth with his. A soaring
fire passed through her and her senses, which she had thought were totally
alive, rocketed onto another level. He sucked on her lower lip, nipping and
licking, then explored the inner lining of her mouth with his tongue, and
Tamsin’s legs went weak so that she thought she would sink to her knees. But he
held her up, arms coming round her, melding her to his chest, the sprinkling of
hairs there chafing her breasts, rousing her, making her gasp - the first sound
either of them had made.
Then he was pulling away from her, holding her at arms
length, ravishing her with his eyes, before bending his lips to her throat, her
collarbones, leaving a trail of kisses that made her draw her breath sharply. She
twined her fingers into his wet hair, rising passion making her adventurous,
while he sent his roving mouth ever lower, first to her nipples, where he
nipped and suckled, then drew tantalising circles with the flat of his tongue
around her areolas, then across each nub in turn; moving lower still to explore
the swell of her belly, the hollow of her navel, then, kneeling in homage to
her, coming home to her pubic hair and the secret places it hid.
Then, at last, he spoke, voice growling with arousal: ‘I
saw you making love to yourself in the bath pool the other morning. Then I
watched you while you swam. I couldn’t help myself. You don’t know how difficult
it’s been for me to restrain myself. I’ve desired you since the moment I pulled
you from the sea. Tamsin, you’re driving me mad.’
She put her hands down to caress his face. ‘I saw you too,
the other night on the beach…ah…God…fondling yourself. You were beautiful. Please
don’t stop what you were doing just now - I couldn’t bear it! I need you.’
With a groan he sought her again, running his tongue over
her swollen clitoris, licking her labia, then taking the whole of her into his
mouth and sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing, slipping into her
vagina, tasting her, then exploring her wetness and all her most intimate
frills and folds, till she thought she would literally die of the pleasure he
evoked.
He raised his head and his eyes locked onto hers, fathomless
in the moonlight, holding her to him with the force of his will, as if he would
draw out her essence. Tamsin was mesmerised, bewitched. Her heart was thudding
like a thousand drums, and yet she felt a still, quiet place inside her where
this felt so right, as if something had brought her here tonight to be with
him. And she knew that if this was all there was, she would not undo it, would
not have chosen a different path. But, oh how she hoped there would be more,
because the thought of leaving him behind was beginning to feel unbearable.
Then he was gently pulling her
luminous in the moonlight, grassy tussocks tumbling to the dark rocks below.
The sky was clear, the stars faint but steady. Her mad dance had taken her to
the edge of dry sand again, though her toes still sank into the damp ridges the
receding sea had left behind.
Then, suddenly, he was there, naked as she was, traversing
the floor of the cove from the direction of the sea, twenty yards away, then
ten, then closer still. He came towards her without speaking. She saw that,
once again, he was hard, his maleness thrusting proudly. She marvelled at his
beauty, the way his muscles gleamed under damp skin and his curls moulded wetly
to his skull. Without clothes, he was slimmer than she’d realised, yet broad
across the shoulders, body tapering towards his hips, his stomach a ridge of
muscle where a line of black hair led sleekly to the dense curls that nestled
below.
Still he came towards her; still not a word passed between
them. She was held in the magic of the moment, barely breathing, and yet with
her breath panting a little, her pulse leaping. Then he took her face in his
hands, ran his fingers into her hair, bent to capture her mouth with his. A soaring
fire passed through her and her senses, which she had thought were totally
alive, rocketed onto another level. He sucked on her lower lip, nipping and
licking, then explored the inner lining of her mouth with his tongue, and
Tamsin’s legs went weak so that she thought she would sink to her knees. But he
held her up, arms coming round her, melding her to his chest, the sprinkling of
hairs there chafing her breasts, rousing her, making her gasp - the first sound
either of them had made.
Then he was pulling away from her, holding her at arms
length, ravishing her with his eyes, before bending his lips to her throat, her
collarbones, leaving a trail of kisses that made her draw her breath sharply. She
twined her fingers into his wet hair, rising passion making her adventurous,
while he sent his roving mouth ever lower, first to her nipples, where he
nipped and suckled, then drew tantalising circles with the flat of his tongue
around her areolas, then across each nub in turn; moving lower still to explore
the swell of her belly, the hollow of her navel, then, kneeling in homage to
her, coming home to her pubic hair and the secret places it hid.
Then, at last, he spoke, voice growling with arousal: ‘I
saw you making love to yourself in the bath pool the other morning. Then I
watched you while you swam. I couldn’t help myself. You don’t know how difficult
it’s been for me to restrain myself. I’ve desired you since the moment I pulled
you from the sea. Tamsin, you’re driving me mad.’
She put her hands down to caress his face. ‘I saw you too,
the other night on the beach…ah…God…fondling yourself. You were beautiful. Please
don’t stop what you were doing just now - I couldn’t bear it! I need you.’
With a groan he sought her again, running his tongue over
her swollen clitoris, licking her labia, then taking the whole of her into his
mouth and sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing, slipping into her
vagina, tasting her, then exploring her wetness and all her most intimate
frills and folds, till she thought she would literally die of the pleasure he
evoked.
He raised his head and his eyes locked onto hers, fathomless
in the moonlight, holding her to him with the force of his will, as if he would
draw out her essence. Tamsin was mesmerised, bewitched. Her heart was thudding
like a thousand drums, and yet she felt a still, quiet place inside her where
this felt so right, as if something had brought her here tonight to be with
him. And she knew that if this was all there was, she would not undo it, would
not have chosen a different path. But, oh how she hoped there would be more,
because the thought of leaving him behind was beginning to feel unbearable.
Then he was gently pulling her
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