All of it was a whirlwind. The way her skin felt against his, gliding effortlessly with the salt water holding them each close. Her lips on his and her breath in his ear. Everything made his heart pound against his chest, the hairs on the back of his neck prickle, and his entire core to scream his desire for her. "I promise." He uttered breathlessly, lining kisses along each syllable as he spoke them. He bit at her ear, arms pulling her in closer and exploring every curve her body had to offer.
It only took the three words she uttered to move them forward. With his feet planted firmly in the shifting sand below, Noah moved towards the smooth rock the had come from. Once there, Noah did not waste any time -- though he took his time. His hands, his lips, his tongue--every way he could learn about her he did. He was intent on finding what made her twist and moan, what made her feel good, before he even thought of deriving his own pleasure from this experience.
When they had finished, Noah held her against him, glacier eyes on amber. "I won't leave you." He whispered several times into her ear as they dried, bodies wrapped around each other, in the sun.
Noah Olson When the night is cold and you feel like no-one knows what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole You can make it to the sunrise |
