With each increasingly needy stroke, the ridge of his cockhead grazed her clitoris, and the sweet torture drove her quickly to the edge. Her orgasm soon crashed over her with the power of the incoming tide, her teeth bared in his shoulder as her long legs wrapped around his waist, her heels dug into the small of his back, drumming a quick beat at the base of his spine.
Her convulsions shook him, too. Their souls met at the end of this glorious rainbow, a familiar ache in his loins coursing up his length and emptying into her body with a beautiful rush.
His strength abandoned him, his full weight collapsing onto her. She was crushed beneath him, their breathing labored. He whispered into her ear, words she heard but did not understood, and she felt his mouth at the lobe of her ear. Her eyes flickered shut as her heart slowed, as her world slipped away.
She had lost track of time when she blinked awake, her arms empty. A cool chill sent shivers down her spine.
Children and families and couples were running and laughing and wading into the sea. Her bikini was as she had slipped it on at home, save over the left breast. The silky fabric had moved slightly, as to expose just a hint of honey gold. She eased it back into place, her fingers absently brushing her erect nipple, and she wondered.
A thin cloud was shrouding the sun as she gathered her belongings, this exquisite, troubling dream still fresh. Then, as the sand tumbled from her towel, she looked to the beach and saw a body impression that was deeper than what she could have made alone.
Her thoughts raced as her knees grew weak, and she felt a delicious ache between her thighs. She found no answers to her very many questions as she slowly left the beach, the crashing surf echoing in her mind.
