She steps onto hot, white sand, lifting her feet out of the sea. Supple body shedding the glitter of water drops under tropical sun. Her stride is slow, patient…lazy flex of thigh muscle. The sun has rendered her cinnamon. Soaking wet, her naked breasts seem even rounder and heavier than usual, swaying with her strides.

He watches. Has been since she pushed herself up to float across the sand into the sea. He’s lying naked on the fine, white grains, its heat rising through his skin. The sun and open air have been enough to bring a swarm of sensation to his shaven cock and balls. His shaft already tingles with sensation growing, but as he angles his head, his eager flesh quickly hardens, aching for the hot touch of her breath and lips.

The tiny, lemon yellow thong adorning her pussy and hips makes him smile. Almost laugh. He brought her all the way out here because he knew they would be alone, where they could lie naked together under the sensuous touch of the sun. But she was a natural tease, knowing the tiny garment that barely covers the full shape of her impudent mound would make him ache and yearn for the moment he would finally pull it out of the way and savor her smooth treasure.

Wet, the thong is nearly transparent. He gazes with a racing pulse, transfixed on the puffy mound between her smooth, wet thighs, flexing as she comes closer. Soaking wet, her nipples remind him of chocolate melting in the sun. Watching them quiver, he can already taste them. Feel them slip into his mouth to suck them to hardness.

She smiles coyly as he lets his hand drift slowly over his naked, swelling cock. He briefly grips the aching shaft, holding it upright for a few, sensuous strokes. Just enough to bring a thick bead of precum bubbling out of the tip. He squeezes his solid shaft and the little ball of ooze fattens until it begins to drip over his thickly ridged dome and down his shaft.

Now he props himself up on one elbow, openly stroking himself as he watches her approach. He opens his legs, the humid heat of his smooth ballsac tacking to his ass. He’s wearing shades and forces himself not to return her smile.

Let her burn, he thinks. Let her suffer for it the way she makes me suffer.

But the closer she comes, the flames lapping at his skin begin to spit and crackle. The sun, sea and air are all fine things to love…to lick at his senses like the breath of unseen devil-angels. But she…

…she is a fucking river of time and yearning. Her scent is enough to turn a life…his life…into a single, unified experience.

He lets go of his cock as she draws close enough for her shadow to cut across his naked body. She looks down at his long, thick cock with a grin as she steps over him, standing above with her feet planted in the sand on either side of his hips.

“Miss me?”

Her dark, expressive eyes are full of silent laughter as she grins and lets her gaze drift back and forth from his cock to his face.

“I always miss you when you’re not close,” he says.

He watches her face. Flexes his cock to draw her attention. It works but she suppresses a snicker. An impish look flashes through her eyes as her tongue comes out to sweep her supple lips and send his pulse racing harder. Her hands sweep up her body and cup her ripe breasts, squeezing her lush flesh, pinching swollen nipples. Rolling. Twisting. Then her hands slide downward, fingers raking over the hot slit of her cameltoe, perfectly emphasized in her tight, wet thong.

“What did you miss more? My tits? Or my pussy?”

Her left hand fingers pull the tiny thong to the side to reveal the delectable mound underneath. The fingers of her right rake her slit, massaging and drawing fresh moisture to her lips as she heaves an exaggerated sigh. She spreads her fingers over her slit and peels her lips open, revealing her pale crimson core.

“Your…essence,” he finally replies.

“Sure…my essence, you say.” She smiles like a lioness inviting a rabbit to tea.

She works her feet wider apart, splaying herself more. His cock is raging to feel her come down all the way and moisten his shaft with her flow. She’s the last woman on earth, and his cock throbs for her as he gazes at her open pussy, knowing it belongs to him, that she gives herself in tribute again and again.

“Yeah…essence,” he says. He watches her fingers play like a gentle claw. Petals open to that glistening coral pink that lives nowhere else but there, deep in her core. “I need…”

“Yeah…my essence.”
“Yeah.”

Her fingers are wet now. He needs to hold them under his nose a moment, just before sucking them each in turn. Above him, the under-curves of her breasts seem immense. Droplets of seawater still fall. They begin to heave and betray the breath coming on deep as his breath.

“You…I need…just…fuck….” He grips his cock. Ripe as a stalk and throbbing with blood like a car crash. Holds the shaft upright for her to slide onto. He grips her ankle with the other hand. Desperate clutch. “Just…fuck….”

Her thighs begin to open as she lowers herself. Down on those supple springs of flesh. Slit spreading as she squats. Opening. Wet mouth that will swallow him into an exile of bliss.

At the final moment her knees hit the sand she shifts…snickering…and pushes her pussy onto his mouth. His neck arches and tongue swipes against that luscious confinement.

He arches and laps. Arches and laps. Arches and laps as if the sea were breathing it into him.