my eyes off her as she bit back a scream, her body responding instantly.
She threw back her arms, shooting her gaze toward the sky as she twisted her lips. Her entire body convulsed as she climaxed, shooting cream into my mouth. I lapped up every drop, unable to quench my thirst. I refused to stop until she’d orgasmed a second time.
As I lifted my head, she fell against the sand, her breathing ragged. I rolled my lips against her thigh, planting several kisses against her heated skin while she stared at me with hazy eyes.
“Beautiful,” I whispered.
Whoosh!
Another wave tumbled over our legs, halfway up my back. A moment of shock skittered into both of us, the chilly water taking our breath away.
“Oh. Oh. Oh!” Her cries were laced with laughter as I tumbled over her in some crazy reaction, as if protecting her from nature.
We both laughed for several seconds as the water receded, allowing us to breathe.
She pushed her palms against me, now fighting in earnest while her laughter filled my very soul with its beautiful lilt.
I rolled off, grabbing her wrists and dragging her several feet onto the dry sand, pulling us both down into a sitting position.
“I’m wet,” she managed, holding out her arms as she stared down at her robe. Groaning, she managed to fold the material over her naked body, fumbling to tie the sash.
“The best look in the world.” I bent my knees, the same wash of peace even more enticing than moments before. This was what life was about. I licked her juice off my lips, my cock reminding me that my needs were only increasing with every passing second.
“That was...” She sighed as if unable to finish her sentence.
“Indeed.”
We remained quiet as she crowded next to me, enjoying the sunrise. The electricity still crackled between us, the joy of simply sharing even more powerful than the intimacy.
“When I was a little girl, my first memory was being on a beach. I will never forget how much fun I had. I could spend hours by myself looking for seashells.” Savannah sighed as she wrapped her arms around her knees, leaning her head against them as she studied me. “My mother used to say that I was a mermaid. I always thought I’d become an oceanographer.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
She wrinkled her nose, shrugging. Another story she wasn’t ready to tell.
“The waves always represented a new beginning for me and I don’t know why. I think my family took the fact we grew up around fabulous beaches for granted. Truly magnificent.” Even with both of us housing dirty little secrets, it seemed easy to talk with her.
“I did too, although going to the shore was always a treat and one that rarely happened. My mother worked all the time. You know, there is such amazing life under the ocean water, millions of creatures vying to be top dog.” She laughed softly, rubbing her cheek against her robe. “I’m no philosopher as you can tell.”
“You’re right in your thinking,” I mumbled before tugging a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Anyway, I’ve always been fascinated by the ocean.”
Such a simple pleasure. “Top dog. There’s always someone who wants to be atop the food chain and they will stop at nothing in order to make that happen.”
“Is that what you’re doing, Rafael? Trying to be the top dog in a world full of savages?”
Her question was difficult to answer, at least by telling her the truth. “That’s all I’ve known how to do in my life.”
“As a musician or as something else?”
“As a man, Savannah. And you?”
She took a deep breath, turning her full attention toward the water. “I’ve always considered myself a protector, trying to keep all the little people safe. Somehow, that never worked very well. Finally, I stopped trying.”
“Is that why you’re here?”
“The truth is, partially. Maybe I’m trying to find a new life.”
“Or running away from your old one?”
She had no expression on her face, but I was able to see the mist in her eyes, her fists clenching. She stood, folding her arms as she walked a few inches closer to the water, darting away as the tide came rolling in again. The hard tug at my emotions was more difficult than I’d imagined, my need for her changing in the few hours we’d spent together. I had to shut it down. I had to let her go.
Then why was it something I knew would be more difficult than almost anything I’d done