The morning air in the mountains hangs heavy with dew, causing it to flow out to sea. But in order to get there, some of it has to pass over our bed first. Your impossibly smooth black hair is being tossed by that breeze. Flitting and skittering across my skin. Just on the good side of tickling. The sun just rose. The morning is still cool. The waves are still rhythmically dancing down the shoreline.
I can't see the beach from where I'm laying so I try to slide up the headboard a bit for a view. You stir. Your arch your neck and bring your face to mine. Your chin and lips smell like the pussy of the guest who shared our bed last night. My lips smell like both of yours. She had an engagement this morning so she left just after midnight. This particular moment is a blessing of her having plans. Your head lays heavy on my shoulder. Your hand lays heavy across my ribs. Your leg lays heavy across mine. My fingers are tracing race tracks along the line of the muscle of your thigh. Yours is a body that isn't as much given as built. Not built for vanity, but for the love of movement. I adore it. I'm already anticipating the glistening of the sweat on your neck when you get back from your beach run in an hour. I'm already anticipating kissing that neck and the smell of your hair.
You open your eyes and gaze into mine. The sweetest calm I've seen in you since we got here. You lean up on one hand and stare out at the ocean. It's enchanted, this place. We've talked and fantasized about being here for years. Even when our lives made this seem impossible. I smooth your hair with my fingers and take you in like art. You escape the bed and disappear to the kitchen. I sit up higher in the bed and really soak in the view. The curls of the waves seem to crash in about the same place each time leaving a misty haze just above the sand. Where does it go in the midday?
You return with two steaming mugs of coffee. You have an evil look in your eye which intrigues me. You place your mug on the rail of the headboard to let it cool and hand me mine. I blow the hot vapors hovering over its surface and you pull back the sheet. You quietly lay down across the bed, getting comfortable, then gently lift my still-soft cock and bend down to kiss it. Oh. I do like where this is going. You take all of me into your mouth. I'm not yet hard. You pull and swirl and suck and I grow inside your mouth while you already have me. Within a few seconds, I'm rock hard, the whole process happening fully inside you. You're gently circling the tip of my cock with your tongue and I sip another dose of warm good morning. Your silky black hair rises and falls as you take off of me from top to bottom. You stop and squeeze with your fingers and thumb from the base all the way to the tip. A small clear dot of pre-cum rises out. You lick it free. I'm sipping a hot cup of coffee, watching the sun rise, listening to the waves splash, and feeling your thoughtful and warm attention on my body. Paradise something something.
I chase my fingers along your body, I visit your nipple as it dangles, more to come. I glide along your ribs, down your hip and find that line in your thigh that I'm so in love with. After several minutes, I place my mug on the rail behind me, slide my hand under you and gently lift. You respond, climbing up on all fours and kissing me. That evil look is still there. I pull your body close and your straddle my legs. You stretch and smooth your hair all behind your back. With your elbows raised high, your gorgeous self is fully exposed to me. A drizzle the tips of your fingers down your chest, down the tops of your breasts and like a soft guitar strum, across your nipples 1...2...3...4... Oh they respond, too. You jerk your elbows down in reflex and your nipples thicken, darken and harden. I laugh as you giggle and I push your shoulders back. I'm going to do it again and you know it. You lean back on your hands that are now resting on my knees behind you. You lift your chin the sky. 1...2...3...4...
