Then your hand on my arm. Sex The walk to the beach, where we sat for hours as the surf rolled over our ankles. I use my hands to spread your legs wider, pushing my tongue as deep into you as I can. The heat we made continues to warm us through the cool morning. After both are made, both are set on the plate. After we fix our clothes, we walk to the shore line to use the tide to clean us. The heat we made continues to warm us through the cool morning. The slow morning, waiting for you to arrive. We sit on your deck, the ocean is our music. The cool water chills us, giving our skin goose bumps. With the shower off, it’s eerily quiet. “Faster,” I order you. In turn, I close my lips and suck lightly as my fingers brush against your opening. You move even closer to me. I watch as you lower yourself down on me slowly, agonizingly slow. After we fix our clothes, we walk to the shore line to use the tide to clean us.
