The waves crash along the shore, bringing with them a multitude of tiny shells, some whole, others broken. The sun has long since set and the moon has taken its place, it’s reflection on the water helping to light our way. We sit on a blanket under the pier holding hands and marveling at the beauty that is our own backyard. My head on your shoulders as you kiss my forehead, delighting me with your easy affection.

We’ve been here before, but never like this, your hands roaming over my body like when we were in high school. Abandoning all sense of reason, we kiss passionately, laying back on the blanket you cleverly remembered. In my head, I see the sixteen-year-old version of you, convincing me that it’s fine, "no one will see, just let me have you."

Soft sighs turn to sensual moans as you take what you want and give what I need, oblivious of the sand and the sea and the moonlight. Your fingers play and probe, sending wave after glorious wave of pleasure throughout my body. Such sweet eroticism followed by complete and utter bliss!

I catch you in a passionate embrace and roll you on your back. It’s my turn now, and I intend to feast on what I’ve missed for so long. Your breath hitches as I kiss my way down your body, stopping only when I have found what I so desperately need. Soft tongue giving way to eager mouth, I capture and devour you! You are mine and I delight in making you cry out as your body arches, satisfying my hunger for you.

For a while, we simply lay sated and gratified, relaxing in each other’s arms; where we belong.

Afterwards, as we walk back up the beach to go inside, I slip my hand and yours and lean against you, contented sighs escaping my lips. 

“This never gets old,” we both say at the same time. We laugh, and you chase me up the stairs.

Indeed, my love, this never gets old.