This is now my third writing adventure, and I would like to say a big thank you to Kenjisato for editing all my work and making me shine so bright. Blows a sweet kiss to you, my friend. I hope you all will enjoy Part 2.
As his lips touch mine, the warmth in his kiss ignites a flame, my fingers running through his hair, gripping those full locks in my hand. Moaning into his mouth breathlessly, as the passion seems to move us both at a rapid pace, with such a flame-filled kiss.
His strong hand comes towards my cheek, squeezes it, pulls me off his lips, staring into my eyes, wide with disbelief, and says to me, "What is your name, beautiful?"
Blushing, I slowly look up into his eyes, whispering a breath away from his mouth, "My name is Lacy."
"Lacy," he says, as it rolls off his tongue. I smile as he smiles back at me, we both just stare at each other for a moment listening to the sounds of the ocean break on the surf near us, the birds still cawing over our heads—like they, too, are singing their own song.
In that moment, we start to sway together, feeling the rhythm of our bodies take on their own beat and dance as one. Holding each other quietly, staring at each other in awe, we dance on the beach.
Reaching up, I put both my hands to his face, as my thumbs rub his cheeks in small gentle strokes back and forth, pulling his head towards my lips in a hard, fervor-filled kiss. My leg goes up around his waist and digs into his ass, in a tight clutch, as I breathe him in with such lust and desire.
He grabs my ass squeezing, and pulls me tighter to him, growling as we kiss deeper with more fire than we can contain. Our tongues swirl and duel, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.
After such an erotic display on the beach, just moments ago, we still have so much more we want—and need—to give each other; the rawness of it all is so overwhelming.
The thrill of emotion runs through my body, the urge to have his cock sliding through my slick, swollen folds, here and now on the beach, riding him hard, scraping my nails down his chest, his cock stretching me, my walls encompassing his hard thick member.
NO! I cannot, I must slow this down and feel all of it. Feel the build of it, feel every single second of the pleasure that builds to that release. Not to have a quick fuck and that's it.
I release his lips, grab his head, and bring his ear close to my lips and whisper to him, "We need to slow down."
"Yes," he says. "We should slow down, I agree."
After a moment, I take in a deep breath, "Goodness, you drive me crazy, and I do not even know your name, but you know mine."
He leans in and whispers into my ear and says, "My name is Ross."
I pull back—why, I do not know—and look into his eyes and run my thumb over his bottom lip, and I tell him, "Say it again."
He laughs, and instead, he kisses me hard as he traces my lips with his warm, sensual tongue over and over, all around along my chin and down my neck, smiling as he does this.
He stops and says, "Listen, I was coming down to the beach to prepare my boat for a nice peaceful day out on the water, until my eyes got entangled with you, and altered my departure." He chuckles. Winking at me, he continues, "I am not complaining at all, and what I am trying to say—is would you care to join me for the day?"
I gasp, "Oh my gosh," stuttering, "Um—um— I d-d-don't know what to say." Looking down at the sand, silently thinking, meeting someone random on the beach is a sure stretch from my days at the club, where at least I knew of them, or they had to be approved to get in. This is totally different and so not my normal scenario—my head is spinning.
He grabs my face and says, "Say yes?"
Something about the way he looked at me, made me feel at ease.
"Okay, let me run up to the house and grab a few things, and I will be right back. He kisses my lips again and smacks my ass and tells me to hurry. I smile at him and turn to run towards my place, to grab what I think I might need. Whatever the hell that might be, since my brain is in a fog at this very moment.
I get to my place, and run to my room to grab some clothes and a few towels. Thinking I need some toiletries just in case, you never know—a girl needs to be prepared in all circumstances. I go downstairs to the kitchen and look inside the fridge; thinking, good lord, what I can throw together for food quickly. I grab some cheeses, fruit, and meats and, oh look, there is some Prosecco, too. I smile to myself as I walk across the kitchen, knowing I have a loaf of fresh Italian bread I had just picked up at the market yesterday.
