A yawn turned to a stretch as she faced the expanse of the sea. Her toes were tickled by the occasional wave while the horizon was blurred by the hour – colors without names just starting to surface in the impossible distance.

He walked up behind her and she melted against his warm embrace. Before words of good morning could be whispered, his mouth was on the back of her neck. He kissed and sucked and nibbled, finding the spaces between wisps of hair left void by the early wind. His hands searched, as if they had a mind of their own, the front of her body. His fingers worked their way beneath the restrictive fabric of her swim suit and then her breasts were cupped.

She felt him grow hard against her back, and she rubbed her backside against the bulge pressing against her.

With some tugging, she was liberated from the bathing suit, and she stepped out from the fabric about her ankles. With the morning breeze on her exposed skin, her nipples grew stiff. As if on cue, his fingers pinched the stiff buttons of her flesh. She gasped and pressed her ass harder against his hips.

He responded by increasing the fervor with which he was kissing the back of her neck while continuing the pinching. She tried to drop to her knees, but he anticipated the movement and she found herself suspended by his arms. After seconds of suspension, he slowly lowered her body to the surf.

His mouth stopped working the back of her neck and she gasped at the sudden change, along with the chill of breeze against the small bit of saliva left by the continuous kissing. One of his hands wrapped around her chest, just under her breasts as the other traced & tickled it’s way down her belly. She spread her legs as he approached, and his fingers found their way to her sex, parting her wet lips.

Minutes passed as he barely touched her exposed sex and she sat in a trance. His fingertips traced about her lips, as if he was trying to log every detail of her sex for recall later, the light of day not yet sufficient to allow his eyes the same index.

He bit the back of her neck, hard – knowing he may leave a mark as he set three of his fingers to work her clitoris. She started to gasp and he released her torso. She dropped to her hands & knees, her back arching as one of his hands grasped her hair by the roots. Between kisses just beyond her ear, he whispered.

“Do”

“Not”

“Cum”

“Just”

“Yet”

She whimpered and her hips bucked. The pressure from his fingers on her sex eased when he sensed that she may not be able to hold her release. But she was good. She did as she was told. She did not cum.

He, again, pulled her head back by the hair, kissing and nibbling, letting the air, each time he exhaled, dance around her ear.

The waves hit the two of them with increasing frequency. Sweat started to drip down his arms as the cool breeze started to carry a hint of the heat the day ahead would bring. Her hips bucked, but she stayed in control. He held onto her release.

His fingers broke contact with her clitoris and teased her lips once again.

“Now” he whispered, letting his breath exhale against her ear as he entered her from behind.

Her eyes opened as he slid his length into her. Her body started to shutter as the sun just started to break the horizon.

Her arms failed her as he let go of her hair, and her torso collapsed against the surf.

He withdrew from her and then lifted her over his shoulder. Walking a few steps into the surf so that the waves came just shy of his waist, he lowered her onto him.

The sun continued its rise in the sky.

They fucked, standing in the waves, facing each other. His hands both reached to the roots of her hair and pulled her back. Licking between the valley between her breasts, he came, himself.

Minutes passed as the sun continued its upward ascent.

She slowly slid down his legs and into the ocean water.

They kissed, their day started.

I’m not kidding when I say these are a graphic pics — not “disgusting” if you’re ok with male nudity, just I don’t want anybody accidentally stumbling upon them. I’m not especially proud, or ashamed of my body. I think nudity is taken way too seriously in our society (if we make it more commonplace, it won’t be such a big deal when a nipple slips). Click anywhere in this message to see me.