Reacting to that avalanche of sensations, my body starts moving as if it suddenly gained a life of its own. I buck my hips fast, swaying them back and forth and riding Arsen with a kind of desperate anxiety. I lean into him, my hair cascading down my shoulders and covering my face, and I place both my hands on his chest, my fingers turning into claws as I dig my fingernails deep into his flesh.
Clawing at his skin, I keep on moving my thighs as his thickness pulses against my inner walls, sending shards of pleasure all the way up to my brain.
“That’s it, Ash… Go as hard as you want to,” he says and, even though my eyes are closed, I can feel in his tone of voice that there’s a giant grin on his face right now. “Keep fucking yourself on my cock,” he continues, taking both his hands to my ass and squeezing both cheeks at the same time, his fingers exploring the curve of my backside as they slide under the hemline of my dress and push it up to my waist.
“Fuck,” I hiss between my gritted teeth, my muscles growing exhausted with the effort. But I don’t give up – in fact, I do exactly the opposite. Taking a deep breath, I ride him even faster, more than ready to drive myself over the edge of pleasure.
I only stopping when I feel another orgasm creeping up on me, its sudden whisper taking over my mind and severing the connection between it and my body. My muscles start to twitch as I come and, at the same time, I let a loud moan erupt on my lips. I keep on moaning until I run out of the breath and then, finally succumbing to the sudden exhaustion gripping my body, I simply roll to the side and collapse on the sand, sprawling both my arms and legs as I try to catch my breath.
Before I know it, Arsen’s on top of me, his body between my spread legs. I open my eyes to meet his gaze, and offer him one tired smile. “Tired?” He asks me as if he can read my thoughts, and I don’t even need to think of an answer; it just takes shape in my lips by itself.
“No,” I whisper, “give me more.”
Grinning, Arsen takes both his hands to my shoulders and pushes my dress down my arms, the front drooping over my arms to reveal my bra. One of his hands moves between the sand and my back and, when he finds the clasp of my bra, he unhooks it and then yanks the whole thing off with one quick movement.
“Much better,” he says, more to himself than to me, and allows his fingers to go over the rising curve of my breasts until they meet my nipples. Pinching them softly, a purr of pain dawning on my lips, he then goes to his knees suddenly. Grabbing at my dress, he pushes it down my legs and them moves for my thong; instead of pushing it down, he simply hooks his fingers on it and yanks it against my outer thigh, ripping it apart and throwing it to the side.
Now completely naked, I feel my pussy growing wet and anxious to have his cock inside of my once again. “Come here,” I moan, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him into me; I lace my legs around his waist at the same time, and he just lets himself go and lays on top of me.
His cock finds its way home in the blink of an eye. Throwing my head back and closing my eyes, I keep on moaning as his thickness fills me up once more, its warmness spreading through my body like honey.
“This… this is perfect,” I say, forcing me eyes to open so that I can see his face. Over his shoulder, there’s the sky – dark and sprinkled with pale starts, the bright moon casting its light over the world.
“It’s always perfect with you,” Arsen replies, thrusting softly and guiding all of his twelve inches deep inside my pussy. With one hand holding my head, his fingers between the sand and the nape of my neck, he keeps on sliding his cock in and out of my pussy, doing it in a kind of wild tenderness. His thrusts are soft and hard at the same time, and our bodies seem to blend into one as he does it.
Craning my neck, I part my lips and fit them into his, kissing him as if I needed to do it in order to survive. And, in a way, I do: after all, I don’t know what would be of me if I didn’t have him by my side.
Surrendering to the moment, we give our bodies to each other. Skin-on-skin, heart-on-heart. We do it for what seems like an eternity, one that stretches past human constructions such as seconds, minutes, and hours. Right now, time doesn’t exist - inside our little bubble, only the sand and the ocean exist, and the nakedness of our burning bodies.
From the edge of my unconscious mind I feel ecstasy coming for me again, warm fingers of lust wrapping themselves around my soul. Closing my eyes, I let that pleasure turn into sound inside my mouth, and then I arch my back as I feel my pussy tightening around Arsen’s shaft.
My moan turns into a scream, one that grows into something wild and wicked as I feel Arsen cock throb violently inside of me. Tightening the hold of my legs and arms, I lock him onto my body and start bucking my hips against him as I come, almost desperate to make him cum as well.