Chapter 169

Jon felt her thighs open wider as she kicked at the water when the next wave lifted, she used its power to wrap herself around his waist, bringing her intimately against his throbbing manhood.

Searing womanly hotness rubbed over his lower belly and he tightened even more. Her breasts were flattened against his chest, her luscious nipples poking into his wet fur.

“You must be some kind of goddess…no maybe a nymph…my sea nymph. You cast some kind of a spell over me..I’m drunk on lust baby.”

“Kiss me….”

Jon was sure the stars had fallen from the sky and nestled into her eyes, they were shining so much.

Jon’s kiss were a slow drugging dance and she was only vaguely aware of him touching ground and walking them out of the waves, their mouth still hungrily joined and her thighs firmly locked around his hips.

As if slow motion, Jon sagged onto his knees, tilted forward as they hit the sand.  Not even the slightest breath could fit between them, they were so passionately glued, their bodies straining against each other.

Hands skimmed over her salty, wet skin halting when it met rounded buttocks. Somehow Jon’s hands were warm on her skin chasing the chill from her and replacing it with a balmy comfort.

Megan’s hungry mouth set his skin alight as she licked his throat, teething the etched flawlessness  of his jawline. He tasted like sea and spice.

Dipping a finger into her womanly pool, he felt her slickness coating the tip. Focusing on the jutting breasts, he latched onto hardened nipples, sucking lovingly. She arched against him, urging him to still the pulsing need inside her.

Raising slightly she opened like a flower, her dark triangle glittering in the moon. Seeing her giving herself so willingly he grunted appreciatively. With one fluid motion her hips were cradled on his thighs, lowering his head, she felt the first touch of his tongue teasing her nub.

“Oh God Jon!”

She tasted like honeyed paradise with just a tinge of saltiness pearled on the ringlets. He lapped at her warm juices, caressing the soft folds until Megan thought she might lose her sanity.

Clutching at his wet strands, held fast afraid that she might slip into nothingness. Holding her steady on his thighs he glided two fingers into her and smiled as she did just as he expected.

Hips reared and a soft whimper bubbled from deep inside her, the pleasure was so overwhelming she lost her breath for a second, a maelstrom of delight shot through every vein in her body.

“I can’t …I’ cant…”

“Tell me baby…..what do you need.” The huskiness in his voice told her he knew exactly what she needed.

Not finding the words she shook her head , her hands cupping his face, pulling him towards her breasts.

Their mouth crashed, her tongue invaded his, spearing violently, her taste was on his tongue, fuelling her need even more.

His weight pressed into her, grabbing his buttocks she pinched, feeling the muscles stiffen in response.

He was all over her, rubbing against her, his thighs stroked against her. His breath was harsh against her ear, the stubble on his jaw scraped her skin, setting it alight.

“I burn for you baby…God knows I burn for you!”

Her hand unexpectedly closed around his shaft, her thumb taunting, flicking over the moist tip. He bucked, grinding even harder into her hip, while his hands tugged at her hair, forcing her mouth against his in a brutal dance.

His entry was shift blowing Megan’s mind. He stilled above her, looking at her face for a sign of discomfort. There was none, just total hunger. Clamping him tightly to her she moved upwards, pivoting her hips until Jon hissed, his body coiled. They began a slow building rhythm, their eyes locked on each other, observing the pleasure they granted each other as they became one.

“Please…harder….”

Jon tilted his head towards the nightsky, for a moment it seemed that he was worshipping the moon as it’s light streamed over them. Megan raised slightly, tracing her tongue over the bulging vein, feeling it pulse wildly.

His arms gathered her into him as his hips plunged against her, bringing them to the highest peak of ecstasy.

Her walls closed around him and Jon let go, cradling her head as she gasped into his neck, her hips grinding into him. Her body slacked as her climax slipped from her, leaving her blissfully drained.

His heart was hammering against her breasts, his lips cooing sweet nothing in her ear, his body heavy and relaxed on hers.

Shifting from her, he hit the sand, gathering her close to his frame. Megan snuggled her cheek into his chest, her arms encircling his waist.

It was a while before a word was spoken.

“Isn’t the moon enormous tonight, baby?”

“Hhmmmm a lovers moon.”

Jon chuckled.

“Is that what you call it…I like that.”

He kissed the top of her head, his love for her threatened to explode his heart into a million pieces.

“God I love you baby…so damn much!”

Turning onto her stomach, she rested her chin on his chest, his palm flattened on her back, circling lazy over her skin.

“I love you too, Angel.”

He could only managed to reach her nose and lay a soft peck on it.

“Don’t leave me…don’t leave us.”

The haunted look in his eyes was back.

She opened her mouth to answer but he wouldn’t let her, pushing a finger against her lips.

“Sshhhhh..lets not talk about it tonight.”

Standing up he slid back into his jeans, pulling her up he dressed her in his shirt, buttoning it up took quite a while and between stolen kisses and nips over her breasts, sending Megan into a panting state of need. He did the last one up, a wicked grin on his face.

“You are the devil reincarnated, you know that?”

“Me..noooooo.” he stuck his tongue out at her.

Turning from her to collect the strewn underwear and clothing, she swatted his ass. The slap whipped through the night air.

“Why don’t you do that again, this time come closer.”

“Is that a challenge baby?”

She nodded.

He came to a standstill in front of her, sliding his tongue, wiggling it from side to side.

He didn’t expect her swiftness and caught his breath as she bit down on it. Taking hold of his necklace she yanked him towards her, the weight of him collided against her small frame. Releasing his tongue she shoved hers into the warm cavern of his mouth, gliding it along the edge of his teeth, spearing its mate into a duel of desire.

Shifting from his mouth she whispered.

“Let’s go home Angel.”

There was nothing lonely about the two figures walking close to each other, their hands in a loverslock as they strolled homewards on the moonlit beach.