The waves lapped upon the shore, their ebb and flow the perfect partner to the sway of his hips as he walked. I saw his silhouette the in the moonlight, tasting traces of salt on his bronzed skin, marinating in the musky flavour of the seaman that hinted at promise and intrigue.
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He tasted of salty gold: hot, humid and sweet, like a summer night in Monaco. As his tongue explored my mouth his hands gently caressed my body, the intensity of the moment echoing off of his skin like a hot sizzle of electric sparks. His lips were like velvet and his breath was the sweetest fragrance. He was my first for everything, and it was worth it.
He enveloped himself in the silky frisson of the waves and the salty shimmer of the sand. In the stirring summer breeze, he leaned back as oceans of pleasure cascaded over them. Tongues collided and hands roamed, and his hunger for the taste of passion was finally fed with pleasure. The sweet seduction was unrelenting, and his creature within came to life.
The sand on the beach seemed to come to life beneath his feet, a warm malleable cushion. When I licked his chest, I could taste the blend of sun-warmed salt and him. His breath held the sea, with each exhale a whisper of a mermaid’s song as his sweat dripped down my chin into the salty waves. With one hand on the back of my head, I took him deeply in my mouth and felt my body shudder with pleasure.