He pulled me to him in a pretence of dancing. The foam that had looked so substantial between us crackled and popped on our skin, dissolving into nothing. Soft, delicate little bubbles coated us, leaving their own trail, a slippery soapiness that was meltingly sensual. My soft breasts, nipples painfully peaked, grazed against the rough hairs on his chest as we swayed together, mostly ignoring the music and the sounds around us – we had our own rhythm.
Our day had been spent on the very public beach. It had been a day of flirting, touching, loving … a day of foreplay. Now, with the moon glowing, bonfires blazing and soap bubbles beckoning, we were both so ready, so prepared, that nothing was going to be able to hold us back much longer. The bubbling foam perfectly concealed us from the waist down, and our hands took full advantage – our closely pressed bodies rubbing and sliding over one another viscuously for extra stimulation.
Without warning, without words, he took my head and firmly pushed me down towards his cock. He clearly felt he couldn’t wait any longer. “Ass” I thought – despite the fact that his dominance turned me on even more. He had, without a care, without a warning for me to take a breath, pushed my head into dark, airless foam, the crackling of the bubbles so loud in my ears I nearly panicked.
I took him into my mouth as he’d intended, but instead of the licks and nibble he was expecting, I bit. Within seconds though, my plans changed. He was so lathered in his fascinating tangy precum that I almost forgot my intentions to teach him a lesson as I got my first taste. Despite the cleansing foam, he smelt of sea, musky arousal, and yes, from this morning, he still smelt a little bit like me – a heady, exciting combination.
“Ouch!” he shouted, jumping back, ripping himself out of my mouth as quickly as he could.
Okay, I suppose that made sense – he didn’t know I was in the process of having an attitude adjustment.
I jumped up quickly, laughing and wanting to explain, but I saw immediately I’d pushed him too far. He tackled me, and down we went. To everyone else we looked like we were playing, slipping on the slimy bottom as many others were. To us, this had suddenly become intensely serious. Extreme lust and his flash of anger had lit a spark of something deep and dark. I saw it burning intensely in his eyes and knew I was in trouble. He landed on top of me, so big, so heavy, with foam all around and no air.