Part of her wanted to be taken, needed it. But most of her wanted to know that this was more than just sexual fulfillment, more than giving what was needed. That indeed this was about intimacy and knowledge of each other. That something more carried them toward each other. But she'd seen that face too many times to know there wasn't going to be a wait a deepening. She was a resource for him to take and confess his love without any consideration for her yin to his yang. They coexisted as opposing forces rather than the complementary duality of nature she desired. Her fear was they were more high noon and midnight, as opposed to the harmonious collaboration of sunset and sunrise.
Her wetness pooled between her thighs as if her legs were the wide-spread sandy beach of the cove as her pussy flowed opened to the ocean. Everything in Bill wanted to grab her hair and force her full lips over his mountainous cock or mount her from behind and pound her to the rhythm of the waves feeling her slickness and tightness build him into a release that she could feel. Then she could feel his love for her. Her words came to him, we fuck each other.
He kissed her heart and made his way with sweet kisses from nipple to nipple then kissed a path down her abdomen and to her sweet waist which he knew had a ticklish spot. He smiled and stifled a laugh at her tenseness and then her giggle. Her gentle nudge of his head away from that sacred spot to another favorite spot which held her opal belly button ring made him happy at her intrusion of his plans. He laid her down on the sand quick to slip between her knees where his hands lifted her ass just high enough to pull the bikini bottoms away. Her hair lay on the soft sand as if it were her pillow her legs bent creating majestic peaks which descended to this beautiful wet valley. A valley of widening flesh glistening in the sun. The view was almost as beautiful as her face. The sun was not too proud to soak its rays into every inch of her. Why should he be?
He had been in her Hawaii for nine of the planned fourteen days. They had fucked in every position imaginable two and three times a day, and yet, she was right. He had smoked her grass, eaten her fruit, and swam in her waters. It had been all he could think of since he first laid eyes on her at a conference in snowy Massachusetts. It had been years of talking and finally, he got to fuck her. He'd taken full advantage of her welcome.
But he had forgotten that love isn't sex. But sex could be love, he thought. As much as he wanted to plunge in, he instead laid his cock on her mound and whispered in her ear all the words they hadn't said since he arrived. His fingers entered her cave while they rubbed her clitoris. He whispered why he loved her. Bill absorbed the beauty of the colors in her eyes. "Keep them open," he commanded. She moaned louder and deeper. "I want to see you when you cum." She moaned and allowed him into her inner sanctum through the paths of the Iris and the pupil, to her soul. She explored the ruggedness of his face and the soft glow of his eyes on her. The steadiness of his stare connected her desire to his need. Soon, his need became hers and her desire became his desire. Somewhere in the joining, the passion ascended.
"Now," she moaned and pushed him to his back straddling and mounting him never letting the connection between them fade. "Now," she cried. As her warm wetness slid over his cock and warm wetness poured from her pussy, the connection between them hung in anticipation until her pupils dilated and her cave walls rippled against his hardness. He melted into her. They cried out together in pleasured joy. "Now, she whispered in his ear, "now, you love me." He enfolded her into his arms, and they laid there doing nothing and having everything. Until the tide swallowed their feet. She turned to him and smirked, You want to go smoke some weed and eat some monk fruit and pineapple? He nodded. They quickly dressed and gathered their things. In the last moments of sunset, they headed toward the yellow glowing lights of her place.