Cecilia was a six-foot tall naked, alabaster, raven-haired apparition on a mission. The wet sand was cold on her bare feet but fire burned in her heart and soul. The moon cast a quicksilver band across the dark black water of the ocean. The sea mist was starting to rise this few minutes after midnight, adding a surreal feeling to the whole scene.
Captain Jonathan Porter appeared out of the mist, walking toward Cecilia. His sailor's tan looked odd, as he was as naked as she. His arm, face and neck were darkly tanned and the rest as white as she. At six foot five inches, his heavily muscled chest, neck, arms, and legs made him look massive.
Cecilia felt her heart skip a beat and then beat faster. She felt the urge to run to him but the smile on his face made her smile back and keep her pace. This was the only man she had ever loved and now they would be together for always. There was no reason to hurry.
She stopped a few feet from him and looked up into his loving hazel eyes, eyes that lit her body on fire with desire. She gasped loudly as he gather her into his massive arms and crushed her to his chest. She could feel her nipples harden against him. Fire raced along her veins and excitement filled her mind.
Her arms snaked around his neck as her legs came up and wrapped around his waist. For the first time in ages she felt the heat in her sex ignite as it pressed tightly to the upper half of his hot, hard manhood. His kiss was rough and passionate as their lips met. Flames licked at her soul, hunger filled her body and mind.
The kiss was a burning beacon in the night that blazed even higher as his hands caressed her back and ended cupping her ass tightly. She moaned into his warm mouth, her tongue dueling even more fiercely with his. His hands lifted her higher as the burning love flowed between them.
He lowered her slowly. The head of his manhood nudged against her burning opening and slowly squeezed inside its tightness. Cecelia heard herself yell as fireworks blinded her. She arched her back and broke the kiss as she slipped lower, impaling herself even more.
Memories from the past flooded her brain and she cried out with the intense pleasure and the slight pain. A little pain was to be expected, it had been so very long since the last time, she realized.
The Captain slowly lifted and then lowered her, probing her depths a little deeper each time. Cecelia was in another world, a world she hadn't seen for a long while. Even in this other world, she was pleased at the gentle touch and forethought of this giant man.
Their act would be consummated but he would make sure she wasn't hurt, and that she had all the pleasure nature allowed and then some. Cecilia writhed and moaned as he stretched her sheath to new limits, the pleasure mixed with a little pain. Just like life was a mixture of those two elements, so was love.
Life has to have two sides or it isn't worth living. Pleasure pain, love hate, life death, all have two sides to the same coin. One cannot exist without the other. Just like she and the Captain couldn't exist without each other. They were the two sides of their coin of love, the male and female, the land and the sea.
Tonight was the reunion and marriage of the two sides. The final act would be complete. All ties and binds would be broken. The two would become one again. Cecelia gave a little shiver of apprehension at what the future might hold but a full feeling drowned that out as she realized the Captain had stopped moving. She was fully impaled on his manhood.
