I returned from my swim, topless and refreshed as I strode towards him on the warm damp sand. He looked so beautiful, lying in the sun. His firm muscular body that always made me feel good next to him when we hugged or made love. He meant the world to me. He was mine and only mine, to have to and hold, to love and to cherish...all mine.
I stood and watched him sleeping with my legs astride his tanned and beautiful body, shading out the sun. His eyes opened and he looked up at me and smiled as I dropped to my knees, straddling him and feeling him beneath me.
We spoke no words as I stared into his dark blue eyes. We just exchanged our glances for a while. Then I felt his hands sweeping up my thighs, onto my buttocks, squeezing them softly as if urging me to grind against his hardening cock. I could feel it growing inside his trunks and I responded as he wished, pretending to ride him as if we were making love.
I leaned forward and licked my tongue against his jaw, allowing my sea-wet hair to hang over his face. He tasted so good with his sweet aftershave, a flavour that he knew I adored and found irresistible. Then flicking back my hair I found his wanting lips and obeyed his silent wishes. A long and passionate kiss that I never wanted to end, that sent tingling sensations up and down my spine and into my groin. A kiss that signified our love for each other.
As I reached down with my hand, brushing against his firm stomach, I found his trunks, bulging with his desires, so hard and erect waiting to be released and pushing against me. I held my hand against it and stroked it through the material. Concentrating my touches on the bulbous head I watched him, his expression telling me to go further.
Slowly I teased the trunks down and exposed it. Holding it between my fingers, I admired its shape and rigidity, the prominent smooth edge of the glans that could give so much pleasure during sex as it glided tenderly against my clit. Then I slid away his trunks further to uncover the full splendour of his veined shaft and the smooth puffy sack that held his hot delicious cream within.
I gripped him gently, feeling his pulse racing through the veins as I slowly jerked him, gently squeezing under the head each time I moved my fingers upward and then down, pulling his skin tight and making it furl around the base of his shaft.
His hips began to buck in rhythm and I smiled at him, letting him know that I was doing what he wanted me to do and still no words were spoken between us. The only sounds around were his moans of pleasure and the crashing of the waves on the solitary beach.