She squinted her eyes as the sun crept closer to the water's edge. The beams of color shot out over the horizon and she leaned back on her elbows, in complete awe of the beauty that was being displayed before her. As the sun dipped lower, the intensity of the reds and oranges grew brighter. The sky glowed with a greatness that she had never witnessed before. She wished that he was here with her. That he could see this magnificent performance of nature's true wonders. He had told her, over and over again, that his hometown had the best sunsets and that there was this certain spot on the beach where the views were the most breathtaking. She closed her eyes, allowing the last bit of warmth from the sun's rays. Her skin felt bathed in the receding light and she relaxed back into the sand, the radiant heat seeping through her clothes. She was quiet, listening to the waves wash along the shore. The calming sound lulled her into a relaxed state and her entire body felt relaxed and at ease. She wasn't sure how long she had been basking in the evening afterglow but the sound of crunching footsteps forced her to turn her head towards the noise. She opened her eyes, blinking to adjust to the nearing darkness. As her eyes focused, she caught sight of a pair of familiar shoes. Her eyes followed the body upwards. She scanned over the lines of a pair legs and thighs that she had come to know so well. The toned stomach was next and the bulging biceps soon followed. His face came into view and her smile grew.
"Hi," She was flat on her back, her eyes glued to him.
He sank down next to her, his body stretching out to mimic her position. "So, how did you enjoy the sunset?"
"It was amazing," She breathed, "I just wish that you had been here with me." She felt for his hand, locking their fingers together.
He turned his head, his eyes taking her in. She looked so beautiful in the fading sunlight. The shadows dancing off of her delicate features. He had wanted to be here with her as the sun dipped below the water's edge, but other engagements had kept him away. He gave her hand a squeeze, grabbing her attention. She glanced over at him and he moved, positioning himself on his knees. He tugged on her hand, "Come on. There is a spot just around that bend over there that I'd like to show you." He nodded in a northerly direction and she followed his gaze.
The both stood, and he ducked to pick up the unused blanket, still folded, that had been lying beside them. Hand in hand they strolled down the expanse of the nearly empty beach. As the sun had set, so had the temperature, forcing most beach goers from the once warm sand. The coolness, however, did not seem to bother the lovers. Rounding a rock outcropping, they entered a small cove, devoid of any other humans. She smiled at the prospect of having him all to herself. He stopped them, releasing her hand to spread the blanket out on the sand. He lowered himself onto the fabric, He brought her down to him, positioning her legs on either side of his thighs. He cupped her cheeks, bringing her face down to his. Their lips met. The familiarity sending a wave of pleasure through their bodies. Their lips worked together, dancing in absolute harmony. She swiped her tongue across his bottom lip and he gladly parted them, allowing her full access. He moaned into her mouth, the intensity increasing. His arms wound around her waist, his hands splaying across her back. He pulled her closer to him and she proceeded to grind her hips into his lap. He groaned, the unexpected movement lighting a new fire in his stomach. He carefully rolled them over, his body now hovering over hers. He pulled back, taking in the sight beneath him. She ran her fingers across his jaw, snaking them around before tangling them into his hair. He swooped down, capturing her lips once more. His hands began an exploration of her body. Tugging at the hem of her shirt, his fingers played across the smooth skin of her stomach. They traveled higher, disappearing from view. He outlined the curve of her breast, before allowing his hand to cup her mounds, them fitting in the palm of his hand perfectly. He could feel the smile growing against his lips and it encouraged him in the process of removing the garment from her body. He held his tongue between his teeth as he took in every detail of the woman displayed before him. His stomach started to flutter as she tugged at his shirt, wanting him to match her state of undress. He obliged, his lips meeting hers again, their bare skin pressing together.
