‘Let’s stay here,’ she whispered.
Rav kissed her again, his lips tracing the line of her neck now; she felt his hot mouth on her collarbone. He pushed her clothes away from her skin and started to unbutton her blouse underneath the pink coat. Trails of pleasure followed his kisses over her skin, like fireworks. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him, needing more, relishing Rav’s worship of her body. She was hungry; she had been starved of affection for so long.
She pulled him down to the ground and he made a sound that was part moan, part growl. He swore under his breath.
‘Damn it, Faye. You don’t know what you do to me. You make me feel like an animal.’
She reached into her pocket and took out a large, creased cotton scarf and spread it over the sand under them.
Then, she reached for him, lying back on the sand. His body covered hers, and the weight of him thrilled her. She wanted his skin on hers, so she pushed up his black sweater and the soft tartan shirt underneath it; she placed her ripe mouth on his stomach, feeling the electric buzz of connection between them.
He moaned as her kisses covered his chest. Both were heedless of the cooling temperature, but an aura of roses still hung in the air, at the very edge of Faye’s perception.
He reached for her greedily, pulling her up towards his face for a deep kiss; he bit her top lip gently.
‘Take this off,’ he ordered, and she took off her coat. He slid his hand under her half-opened blouse and bra and stroked her breast, pushing its lace to one side.
‘Rav…Oh, oh god,’ she murmured as he ran his tongue over her soft skin. He brought her down to straddle his hips, and sheleaned forward so that her full breasts, skimmed with the white lace bra, were in his face. He moaned as he licked her nipples through the soft lace. She reached behind her, unhooked the bra and pushed it up so that her rounded, soft breasts were his to adore. She could feel him harden and push instinctively against her as she ran her fingers in his black hair. She felt wildly alive; she was so wet already from his mouth on her that she felt she would climax with just a few strokes of him inside her, or with a touch to her clit.
As if he could sense her thoughts, Rav reached under her and stroked the crotch of her jeans: already, they were soaked. She unbuttoned and unzipped them, taking them off and throwing them to one side, and rolled beside him so that he could touch her more easily; his gentle sucking was intoxicating, and her body had now entirely taken over with its urgent need for pleasure. Rav pulled her knickers to one side and stroked his finger over her clit, maddening her with his deliberate slowness.
‘Oh god, oh god…’ Faye began moaning, having no control over her voice now. She closed her eyes and, just for a moment, had the sense again that they were not alone on the beach, that she could feel eyes on her dishevelled clothes, on her naked breasts. As Rav moved his mouth towards her stomach and continued stroking her softly, she closed her eyes and spread her arms out on the scarf, her palms on the sand. Shapes and shadows formed and dissolved on her eyelids as if figures stood by, watching her pleasure build, but she felt no shame or embarrassment. Indeed, as Rav quickened his stroking and pleasure filled her even more, she spread her legs wide. Just the act of doing that aroused her further: she wanted to be seen. She felt the gazes of the shadows feeding her. Their desires building hers.
Come and watch me, come and feel this, witness my pleasure. Worship me, adore me, she thought, the wordscoming from nowhere. She felt his finger enter her, moving slowly in and out of her, and then, as she was so wet, he pushed two fingers into her. She gasped at the sensation of them stretching her in just the right way: he twisted his two fingers into her slowly, and then pulled them out again in a gentle corkscrew motion. He moaned with lust.
‘Fuck, Faye. I want you so bad,’ he murmured. She reached for his crotch and felt how hard he was; how big he was.
‘Please,’ she gasped, touching him, knowing that he knew exactly what she wanted. But he shook his head. ‘No. I want to taste you first,’ he murmured.
His hot tongue met her clit, and she moaned louder as the warmth of his mouth covered her. She grabbed his head and pushed it into her, opening her eyes wide and staring blindly up at the evening sky. Her pleasure grew as he licked her gently, listening for her cries and whispered instructions for where it felt the best –up, up, there, more, don’t stop– until he hit the perfect spot with a growing intensity of soft pressure, his tongue caressing her over and over again, and Faye felt as though she was going to pass out, so deep was she engulfed in ecstasy.
She felt the crest of her pleasure starting to rise, but she wanted him inside her. She needed it so desperately. To come, held down by his body, filled with his hard, throbbing cock, in a moment of pure, primal lust.
‘Please, Rav. Please,’ she begged. ‘I want you…inside me.’
‘As my enchantress commands.’ Rav looked up at her and sat back on his heels, pulled down his jeans and, without hesitating, plunged his long, thick cock deep inside her in one motion. She cried out, loudly, in surprise and pleasure. She was so wet that he entered her completely, stretching her pleasurably with the girth of him: he was significantly bigger than any man she had been with before. She could feel the head of his cock deep inside her, far inside, in a place she couldn’t remember feeling pleasurebefore. She moaned with the intensity of just feeling him inside her. He bent his head down and kissed her.
‘Is that what you wanted?’ he murmured. ‘Is that what you were dying for? A real man’s cock inside you?’ He started to move, then, gently pushing into her and then drawing it out. ‘Fuck. You’re so wet. And tight.’ His fingers gripped the wet sand on either side of her head, and he growled again.
Having him inside her, hard, thick, filling her, was almost more than she could take. All the built-up frustration of the past weeks had reached fever pitch in her body, and she so desperately needed the release. As if knowing how close she was, Rav reached down between her legs and stroked her clit with his finger as he pushed deep inside her.
‘There. Do you like feeling me filling you? Is that what you want?’ he moaned. ‘Oh, god. You feel so good, Faye.’
‘Yes. I want it. All of it. More. Harder,’ she moaned, clenching her muscles tight around him, feeling his rhythm build, touching the innermost parts of her and suffusing her with a deep, resonant ecstasy that she was powerless to resist. Her body met his rhythm instinctively and she started to feel the wave of ecstasy overcome her, like a hardness and a softness at once.
She cried out at the surging plateau of intense pleasure that made her gasp, cry out, kick and convulse as it took her over.
Her whole body was alight, from the soles of her feet to her heart and her head. White-hot pleasure filled her lungs, her throat, her blood. She’d had orgasms before, but this, with the strangely rose-scented air on the beach, the salt of the sand and the evening sun on her skin, was different. She cried out, a wordless, animal cry halfway between a moan and a scream.
As she rode the orgasm, she felt Rav stiffen, and heard him grunt and growl. His hips thrust into her, burying his cock deeply inside her and he made a noise that was somewhere between pleasure and pain.
‘Fuck. Fuck. I’m coming. Oh, fuck…Faye, Faye…’ he growled lustily, and his whole body shuddered.
Panting, he rested his head on her breasts for a moment, and they lay together, entwined.
‘That was…Fuck. I don’t know what that was.’ He sounded bewildered for a moment, then chuckled. ‘That was amazing. Wow. What have you done to me?’
Faye had been so focused on their lovemaking that she had temporarily forgotten the strange notion she’d had that she and Rav were being watched, but now she came back to earth a little and realised that they were lying on Black Sands Beach in full view of anyone who might be out for an evening stroll.
