Exhausted and weary from touring Avi fought the urge to just wrap himself in seclusion and therefore force Rayne to do the same. He was certain that she wouldn't mind, but he wanted to be fair, so he accepted Kirstin's invitation to the party. He di...
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His kiss was full of the warm promise that he was to her and a bittersweet tenderness that always filled her heart with longing for him when he was not able to be near and desire when he was. He moved her slowly, tenderly to the sand below her. His hands migrated to her back and the side of her face as he lay her down and covered her gently with his body. He didn't know any other way to kiss her, never had a need to know. Shielded from prying eyes by the rocks and obscured by the silvery darkness left by a crescent moon, they moved together, tenderly, locked in the serenity of their love, clinging gently to their world.
They were contented and warm despite the cool air flowing off the ocean and surrounding them. Lost in each other they almost broke every rule they had ever set out for themselves. Breathlessly, they smiled into each other as he gently tucked her hair behind her ear. She ran the fingers of one hand carelessly through his long loose curls while the other tenderly traced the edge of his beard and on to his ear.
He could feel her smile, hot on his lips and wondered if he would ever tire of it. He knew the answer was no, but He wondered anyhow. He didn't want to stop letting his hands wander over her body or not feel hers hot against his cool skin, but he knew the risks they took in laying on a public beach, openly displaying their honest affection for each other. He would rather not get caught sharing those tender and warm moments.
His mind, as it often did in long pauses between moments of scorching desire and tender passion, began to drift slowly to the things that troubled him the most.
"I have missed this. I miss you horribly when I have to be away." He whispered, hot against her lips before he pulled slowly away from her face. He continued to play with her hair, moving it across her neck to fall in front of her throat. He couldn't see her in the darkness that surrounded them, he didn't need to, he knew her every feature, the very shape of her. They were imprinted upon his heart.
He moved slowly and quietly pressing his lips to hers again in a slow and passionate kiss.
"We don't want to get caught here like this." He whispered heavily into her.
She smiled as much as she could with his mouth actively keeping hers busy.
"No we don't," she said from around his lips. "was this morning not enough?" He growled softly and bit her lip gently while his hands moved ceaselessly about her trying to find a way between their bodies and inside her cover-up.
"Is it ever?"
"Not really." She answered hotly. "But," she ached as she broke the kiss and gently pushed against his bare chest. His skin was cool under her hands, his chest hair soft. She took a moment to appreciate the way the fine hair tickled her fingertips.
"You are right. We can't afford to get caught." She kissed him again and ran her hands carelessly through his hair.
"You say that then you kiss me like there's no tomorrow and pull my hair. What is a man supposed to think?" She felt him shrug.
