We're walking down the shore past midnight, talking about life, the world, and I stop, looking towards the ocean, feeling the breeze through my hair. And that's when his hands snake up my waist. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and entwines our fingers. He kisses a trail up my neck, then down towards the collar bone. He nibbles along the curve of my ear.
He frees his hands from mine and starts to caress my ribs, his fingers ghosting lightly up my curves, sending a tingling sensation of anticipation. While I wrap my hands around his neck, he gives a tug at my lips with his teeth, gently biting into the flesh. The bite sends liquid desire down my spine and in between my legs. I trace my hands down his shoulders, his arms, and hook my fingers in his belt loops pulling him closer.
All the while his tongue's toying with mine, one hand tugging at my hair, the other pulling up the hem of my dress. His fingers draw different patterns and swirls on my thighs. I pull off his shirt with fervent desire. He smiles at how desperate I can get. He lifts my dress up over my head and the sudden contact of chilly breeze raises goosebumps on my skin. He first gets rid of his pants and then my remaining clothing.
I feel my back hit the sand and his familiar weight on my body. I leave a lingering bite on his collarbone that makes him take a sharp breath, this in turn tightens his grip in my hair. He presses forward and I can feel him growing harder between my legs. This makes me arch into him, seeking that desperate contact, that need for friction - even the slightest of it to calm the boiling desire.
He inches forward and I wrap my legs around his waist to give him better access.