[short] Liminal Beach

From here it’s just water to the horizon in front of us. The curved beach stretches out its arms to either side, embracing the waves as they approach. This could be paradise. I lay back on the blanket, narrowly avoiding laying my wet hair in the sand.

“Can I lay there with you?” They block out the brightest part of the still-glowing dusk sky.

“Always, babe.” I spread my arms.

They settle down next to me, pressing their wet body against mine. Their wet bathing suit soaks my drying skin.

I’m naked, of course. I can’t stand the feeling of a wet bathing suit against my skin. Unless it’s theirs. This closeness is perfect.

Their hand rests on my tit, as if it was made to hold me like that.

I turn my head to face them and we lock eyes. We share a moment of what passes for telepathy between usshared looks that mean we just want to fuck each other to bits and never come up for air.

Their body lifts off the ground and pivots onto their knees, straddling my thigh. They lean down to kiss me on the mouth, smiling a secret, powerful smile the whole time. It’s almost as if they want to be in charge this time.

I know it’s a game. I mean, I’m pretty sure they just want to be put in their place, though part of me isn’t sure they know what they want.

Their tongue presses into my mouth and explores mine. My nipple compresses under the pressure of their fingertips.

I can hear the rushing of blood in my ears. I let out a moan and press upward toward them with my hips, unable to reach anything I can press my clit against.

They break the kiss, smiling triumphantly in the sudden dark. I know they are enjoying their gamegetting me to respond to them being in charge.

My left hand finds their hip and glides up their side, along their shoulder, up their neck, to gather their short hair in my fist tightly. I moan low, practically purring in excitement. I know this is what they really want. I pull back and to the left, dragging them by their hair. “You think you’re in charge?” At least we can be less ambiguous about it, now.

Their eyes shut tight and a blissful smile creeps across their face. “No, mistress. I just wanted you to know how eager I am.”

“Baby, you’re always eager.” I pull back again, forcing them to walk their knees backward. They shift their weight so they can bring their knee over me and have both knees between my thighs.

“Yes, mistress.” They enthusiastically follow my tugs downward, until their face is hovering right above my clit. They don’t speak, just moaning softly in anticipation.

“You know what I want, my love. I want your mouth on my clit. Make me feel good.” My fist tightens in their hair. I know it’s probably starting to really hurt.

They don’t seem to mind, considering the sloppy grin they are wearing. A quick nod and then they dive in, licking and sucking my clit into their mouth.

My thighs open wider and I press my heels hard into the sand. It takes all of my control to keep myself from fucking their face, but I want to let them get warmed up first.

Half a second later and I am questioning my restraint. They are fucking my clit with their face, hard. I can feel myself slamming against the back of their throat over and over and over again.

My hips start to move with them, pushing back against their thrusts with my own.

They moan around my clit, sending deep vibrations into every nerve.

My eyes open wide. The orgasm breaks over me as the first rays of moonlight wash over us. I can’t help myself as I collapse twitching on the blanket.

They keep going, drawing out my orgasm for minutes, pulling more out of me each time I think I am going to slow down, to relax.

I give in. My hand drops from their hair. I lose myself in the moment of wave after wave of coming. I’m floating.

Salty, sweet lips against mine kiss me, thoroughly sharing and savoring my taste. I can feel their smile against my face.

“I guess you won that round.” I’m pretty sure that voice is mine.