More Than Alive

POV- Her
        You picked me up effortlessly, swinging me around joyously above the sandy shore of the beach. I giggled in response as you kissed me again and again and tickled at my side, sitting me down on a long, sturdy branch. You kissed me more and more, slipping your tongue in my mouth, letting you fingers graze the skin under my thin blouse. You tickled there and I laughed uncontrollably. You went harder, letting your lips sway down my neck and kiss generously. At first it was soft and gentle, your perfect lips on my skin, then it went harder and deeper. Your curved lips pinched my skin, and your teeth were exposed on my flesh. You bit down and nipped at it, allowing you to hear a soft moan escape from my mouth. Immediately you pulled back. I opened my eyes in surprise and blinked at you. You looked distracted like something else was on your mind. You glanced over at the picnic basket you brought with us that resided only a few feet away on the sand. Then a sneaky and suspicious, but dangerously cute grin creeped up on your face. You slipped a piece of fabric from your pocket and slid it over my eyes and planted a long soothing kiss on my craving lips. And then nothing. I swung my bare legs back and forth eagerly wondering what you were up to. Probably just setting up the perfect moonlit picnic on the beach. Romantic, but predictable. Just predictable. It was how you always were. And I loved you this way. I remembered  . You were had your heart sit on a college and went there. I knew you could do it. Despite, being accepted to some of the most prestigious universities in the country, I followed you there. I loved you too much to be separated. And I still do. And I always will. It was just like you to whisk me off over the summer to an island in Fiji with all of the money you saved from your scholarship. But secretly, I've always wondered how it would feel if you just pushed me down, ripped off my shirt, throwing it to the floor, slipping off my pants and pushing every ounce of you into me. Wherever whenever that may be. Just spontaneous. Just...

        Suddenly you strong arms wrapped around my waist and yanked me from the branch, allowing the blindfold to fall off as you gently dopped me. But I didn't fall. I landed gracefully onto something soft. Then everything slowed down.

        I looked ahead to see a corner of the picnic blanket tied to the palm tree's body. Around me were beautifully lit candles and in front of me were exceedingly surpassing beautiful parts of you I'd never seen before.

        You bent over me, slowly, seemingly unsure unbuttoning my flimsy blouse as I ran my fingers down the creases of your broad chest and onto your defined abdomen and steadily trailed the path of thin trendles of hair on your warm skin. I found myself passionately, without thinking gazing at the treasure at the end.

        You looked down at me and placed your hand upon mine and allowed my hand to graze. The second I felt it, my heart beating out of my chest, you instantly kissed me. You forced against me harder, allowing me one last embraceful taste before your entire body crashed into mine. You kissed me firmly shifting from my mouth as your wondering, curious hands explored under my bra and with the intenseness of the kiss increasing, you squeezed harder and harder, forcing me to exert swooning moans. I remembered our last encounter with my moaning and tried to push them down, in fear that you'd only pull away yet again. Instead, you let out a small, low laugh and squeezed harder than you had been before, excelling in everything you'd been doing, laughing as a moaned in pleasure, clearly enjoying yourself. For you I moaned louder. However, it was nothing compared to what came next. You shoved me down on the makeshift hammock, forcing every ounce of you into me with so much force and intensity. I moaned so loud, and for once you did to. But you never stopped smiling. I felt the fabric of the hammock wetten, but I didn't care. All I cared was that out naked bodies stayed entwined like this and you into me. All I cared about was you hands grouping my breast, to cope with the pain, allowing the pleasure. All I cared was that you kept kissing my stomach and and breasts when you wanted to provide me with something more, and caressing between my legs, and you exerted. All I cared about was...

        "Miquela." I felt you strong hand shaking me by my sholders. "Miquela" you said again, shaking harder, but still seemingly trying to be gentle. "Miquela!" My eyes flutter open in annoyance and suprisement. "Hey", you said with a sincere smile, "Where have you been?" My mouth was open and moving but words refused to come out. "Were you spaced out somewhere?" you asked. I shrugged trying to find the words to say, but all I could see were your lips moving and how much I wanted them pressed hard against mine, and to explore the rest of me... "Miquela?" I tried to say something, but it refused to come out. You took a quick sip of your drink and bobbed your perfect head to the beat of the loud music, and suddenly reality came rushing back to me. I looked around and saw people talking and laughing and dancing and drinking. I looked down at myself. I wasn't naked like I'd thought I'd been five seconds ago. I was wearing an back-exposing dress that almost reached my knees, but was form fitting, and holding a empty beer bottle. "Yo, you okay?" you asked. I managed to nod. A girl with inches of eyeliner and dyed red streaked hair danced up to me, swaying her curvy hips and wearing a toothy grin, paired with tight black leather and incredibly high boots. She was carrying to beer bottles. "Looks like you're running a bit low chica" she said. She took my bottle and replaced it with a cold, open, but wholly full bottle. "Thanks" I managed to say. "Damn girl this is like you third one tonight, plus with the shot of whiskey I got from my dad's room and the jello-shot. Girl, you're hot!" I smiled and looked back at you. "What were you thinking about" you wondered out loud. I shrugged. "Nah, Miquela. It was something. Had to be intense the way you can't seem to snap back to Earth." I opened my mouth to tell you that I wanted you, but a girl in a tight, exposing red halter and shorts that were almost like panties walked up behind you, and put her hand low on very your waist.  "Hey Evan" she said flirtily, nipping at your ear, and sticking her tongue inside. The girl slid her hands up your abs and winked at you, her eyes following upstairs. You smiled a sexy smile, one you'd to me. You said a quick goodbye, and dashed upstairs alongside the girl, trailing behind her, wanting her. "See ya later, Miquela." you called. And you were gone doing what I only dreamed of. To her. Her. Her. Her.