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When the water is at our chests, Oliver turns and pulls me to him and I happily go into his arms. “I can’t get over how warm the water is.”
He says nothing, only smiles down at me. I wrap my legs around his waist and feel excitement deep in my belly for both the close contact and simply the fact that I’m in his arms. With one arm wrapped around my waist he slides his other hand up my spine and into the back of my hair and lightly tugs, pulling my head back. He smiles wickedly and then takes my mouth. Once again I feel his kiss run through every part of me. It feels like a claiming - a statement that I’m his for now and always.
Pulling away I smile, “I know this sounds cheesy, but I feel like I’m dreaming. I always wondered what kissing you would feel like.”
“And? What does it feel like?”
“It feels like my heart and soul is waking up after being asleep for a really long time. I’m not explaining it well.”
His eyes are shining with emotion, “You did a pretty damn good job.” He traces his fingertip down my nose, across my cheek, over my lips before placing a kiss there.
“What are you thinking?” I can’t stop staring at him – he looks gorgeous with the ocean as his backdrop. It makes his eyes shine bright, his tan skin glisten and his wet hair shine.
“I’m thinking that I’ve always loved you, but now knowing that I’m loved by you… it makes me feel like something that’s always been missing has just clicked into place.” He grins, “Now who’s being cheesy?”
I shake my head, “Not you.”
“I’m also thinking that I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to handle having your wet body wrapped around mine and continue to behave,” he chuckles and I can feel his body vibrating against mine with the action.
“Who says I want you to behave?” I ask him completely serious.
“I’m only kidding, this is… this is perfect.”
“I’m not kidding,” I tell him seriously and when I see the question in his eyes, I elaborate, “I’m not wasting any more time, I can’t. Not when-”
My words are cut off when he shakes his head and squeezes his eyes closed. When he opens them, I swear I see moisture there and I open my mouth to apologize but am stopped by his mouth on mine. He kisses me softly at first and as I squeeze my legs and arms tighter around him, it becomes deeper – harder – almost desperate. Groaning, I can’t help but press my hips firmly against his, making my want clear.
Oliver pulls away from me and we stare into each other’s eyes, our breaths coming hard and fast as he walks toward the shore continuing to hold me in his arms. While he carries me I kiss his cheek, his chin, his neck. Teasingly I bite his neck and he groans and instead of bringing me back to the blanket like I assume he’s going to, he gets as far as the edge of the shore and lays me in the sand. His body quickly meets mine and as I feel the sand rub against my skin, shallow water ebbs and flows under our bodies, he kisses me on my mouth, he kisses me on my neck, he trails kisses down my chest and after a brief look at me seeking permission, he moves my suit aside one breast and kisses me there too.
I should be distracted by all the sand. I should be worried about sea life or hell, the human life that could happen upon the most intimate moment of my life. Something I never even dared to dream about for fear of never being able to think about anything else again. But, I can’t find the energy for any of those things when every single molecule of my being is completely and absolutely tuned into Oliver’s hands and Oliver’s lips and what he can do with them.
Where he touches me, my body sizzles. When he kisses me, I burst into flames. When his hands wander lower and lower and with a shift of fabric our bodies become one, I implode. I’m aware of nothing but the two of us and this moment and the fact that I feel completely and utterly alive.
