Coming Together: Special Hurricane Relief Edition (8 page)

Let
me tell you a bit about Liz. She is the light of my life and the fire
of my soul. She's about ten years my junior but damn if that age
difference bothers either one of us. Liz has brown curly hair that
falls to her shoulders in wild disarray; a constant source of
irritation for her but a constant turn on for me. She stands about
5'6" and her moss green eyes will tell you nearly everything
she's thinking. Her gorgeous body; I could go on and on about her
body. My woman is a lithe but lush figure. I know that sounds
awkward, but you'll just have to take my word for it. For someone who
is so skinny, she sure does have curves.

We
are polar opposites. I am 5'4" on a good day—or when I
measure my own height. I have short blonde hair, one of my best
features I would say. Liz has breasts that would make any woman
jealous, while my own are very small. She never complains though. I
am extremely fortunate to have Liz in my life.

Today
Liz is working late, and while I would love to meet her at the door
with a big wet kiss to welcome her home, I just need to head to the
beach. I've left her a sandwich and made sure that the beer we love
is ice cold and ready for a quick slug back as soon as she walks
through the door.

Too
hot! It's too hot to bother wearing a swimsuit or anything else for
that matter. I toss on a sarong with nothing beneath and tie it above
my left breast. I laugh quietly to myself as this is the first thing
I've looked forward to in quite some time. Tonight, no matter what,
my love and I will be having torrid sex.

The
sand is hot beneath my feet even though the sun has gone down. I look
at our hammock and smile with the idea of the two of us playing on
it, but right now, I need to swim. I untie the sarong and lazily let
it flutter to the water's edge. I inch my way into the abnormally
warm waters of the Sound and it manages to cool me off a bit. I
slowly slice through the water and delight in the feel of it flowing
about my nude body. It is much like that of a lover's cool caress. I
stop at a mooring and hold onto its buoy, letting the gentle swells
wash over me while I get lost in fond memories.

I
took Liz out here the first time she ever came to visit me. We swam
out to this buoy and held onto it, laughing and talking. Things
turned serious as I gazed into her moss green eyes and got lost in
their depths. She turned onto her back, floating carelessly. I had to
touch her, had to see what her reaction to me would be if I touched
her while she floated. I dragged my nails up her inner thigh and
eased the offending material of her swimsuit out of my way. I slipped
my finger inside her and was thrilled to find that she was quite
excited. How could she be wetter than the water we were playing in? I
teased her until she could no longer float that day. One of my
fondest memories is that moment in time, that precious time, when I
was the one responsible for her incapacity.

Shaking
my head, I pull myself out of my reverie and begin to swim ashore.
The water has turned a particularly nasty shade of brown and the
waves have begun to grow large. The wind has changed direction
beginning to blow from the west bringing with it a smell of rain.

My
feet gain purchase on the sandy shore, and as I begin walking out of
the water fat, lazy drops of rain being to pelt my skin. I see Liz
sitting on the hammock, watching me. I laugh delightedly and before I
leave the water I toss my hair back and shake it out, allowing the
saltwater to roll down my back.

Liz
crooks her finger at me and points to the sand at her feet. We have
no need for words. Our body language says a hell of a lot more than
words could ever convey. I walk to her swiftly, allowing the sand to
cling to my feet without even a hint of my usual irritation at the
small grains of silica.

Liz
parts her thighs just as I get to the hammock. I can see her
gloriously nude body already glistening in the rain. I kneel before
her and kiss her knee. I take my time and lave a wet pathway up her
inner thigh. My ultimate destination isn't all that far away, but I
will go slowly and her pleasure will be mine.

At
the juncture of her thighs, a place I like to call Sabrina Junction,
I rest my lips just before biting gently. Liz's intake of breath
assures me she is excited to have me dining on her this evening. I
nuzzle her, allowing my lips to graze over her pussy and inhaling her
unique scent.

I
dip my finger into her hot depths, gathering a small amount of
moisture and spreading it over her engorged clit. I love how wet she
is and her soft mewling makes my own pussy twitch with growing
impatience. Slowly, I run my tongue over her lips, lining her labia
teasingly before devouring her thoroughly. My tongue finds her clit
and flicks it with certain impudence as two of my fingers invade her
wet warmth.

Her
feet dig firmly into the sand on either side of me. Each time her
thighs tense, she creates a slight swinging motion of the hammock.
Intentional, I'm sure, as each movement buries my fingers deeply
within her. I can feel that spot, that magnificent space in her body
that triggers her most violent orgasms.

My
fingers plunge into her, fucking her like this were the last time we
would ever be intimate. My pinkie finger rings her ass before
slipping into her. I moan against her clit and I know the
reverberations of my voice trip over her sensitive nub making her cry
out.

The
rain begins to fall a bit harder; flashes of lightning brighten up
our playground as if it were our very own personal fireworks show.
The wetness of my lover and the rain mingle and the ambrosial mix is
nearly more than I can handle. I feel my own pussy grasping at the
air, desperate to be filled.

Liz
cries out as her orgasm shoots through her, bringing her to that
pinnacle. She loses her breath and her body tenses. I feel her walls
grip at me desperately, pulling my fingers even more deeply. I love
the beauty of her pleasure; love how it courses through her unchecked
and unhindered. I love how freely she gives her passion.

I
slow my pace as she reaches that point. I feel certain that many
people would never be able to know just when that moment strikes. We
are so fortunate to be able to read one another's subtle nuances. Her
breath, jagged at first, has begun to even out and as she begins to
come back to earth, I slip my fingers from her altogether.

I
climb up her body and plant a small kiss of greeting on her full
lips. Without a word she looks to the high rock wall that makes our
haven so private. She nods her head toward it, and I know she wants
me over there. I climb off the hammock and reach behind me, offering
her a hand up. She smiles brightly but shakes her head.

Moving
to the rock wall, I turn just in time to see my mistress so very
close. She takes my hands in hers and presses my bare back against
the rock. I feel the weather worn rocks dig into my skin, some areas
rough, some smooth and cool. The water from the rain that collects in
the gutters on our roof spills down these rocks, making it a
veritable waterfall.

Liz
brings my hands up over my head, trapping me between the rocks and
her gorgeous body. Her thigh moves between mine and presses against
my already throbbing mound. Between the flashes of lightning, I see
her beautiful face, etched with raw passion. I grind myself against
her without thought. The rocks behind me make it impossible to lean
back. Her hands at my wrists are surprisingly strong, and I test my
boundaries as I always do. I note briefly that pulling against her
will not go over well. I am at her mercy, and I wouldn't have it any
other way.

The
water spilling down over us is an elixir to the heat that has had us
so physically drained, its coolness filling us with unrestrained
zeal. Her mouth seals over mine before moving on to my neck and
shoulders. Her teeth sink into my skin, sending shocked heat to my
very core. Her strength is heady and intoxicates me, making me greedy
for more. I shudder with delight as she holds my wrists with one hand
and slides the other hand down my slippery skin to cup my small
breast, tweaking my already tightened nipple.

My
head tosses from side to side as the fury of passion is held in
check. I will not come without Liz's permission. Liz teases me for
what seems forever before removing her leg. She replaces her lush
thigh with her hand. Without preamble, she thrusts her fingers inside
of me. My breath leaves me at this moment. Spirals of light dance
behind my eyes, joining nature's fireworks in an awesome display.

My
ragged breathing and pathetic cries do something to Liz. She is
determined to make me wait. With a subtle nod of her head, I know I
have permission to come, and I throw open that gate of unadulterated
bliss and fly. Heat blazes through me to settle in my belly before
shooting over every nerve ending. I am lost to all sights and sounds
around me as I hover in senseless euphoria. My pussy grips at Liz's
fingers, my body shudders and tenses, and my wailing emotions spring
from my lips in the form of a guttural cry of release. My knees
buckle and I can no longer support my own weight.

We
fall to the sand in slow motion, our bodies lit by the brilliant
flashes of lightning and its strobe-like effect. I slide myself
beneath Liz, needing to feel her weight over me. My sandy hands glide
down her sides, scratching her. She kneels up and looks down on my
face, her own a masterpiece of proportions that the finest artist
would not be able to replicate.

I
can tell by her harsh breathing that she is far from done with me
tonight. I can see nothing but her, and her beauty makes my heart
thud with a disconnected rhythm. She inches her way up my torso,
dragging her wetness over my skin, clearly showing me her excitement.
She stops just as her pussy is over my mouth and the sky illuminates
her gorgeous body as she leans over me.

I
am ravenous for her. My tongue seeks her clit, flicking it none too
softly before sliding down over her lips and pushing inside her wet
warmth. The feel of my tongue inside her makes her arch backwards.
Her thighs tremble as my mouth devours her, taking all she has to
offer and more. Her nectar fills my mouth. I ache to thrust my
fingers inside her and feel her muscles contract about them but
instead my nails rake down her back, leaving red marks in their wake.
My hands are everywhere but finally rest on Liz's inner thighs,
kneading them roughly. She leans back; her hands fondle her breasts,
pinching her nipples, her nails scraping over her creamy skin. Her
breath catches and her hands pull at my hair, yanking my face even
closer to her drenched pussy.

The
rain becomes torrential and each stinging drop that falls over us
lends itself to our seemingly perpetual rapture. Each gyration, her
every undulation serves to make my body shudder with delight. I love
how she moves over me, how her body is wildly greedy for release. I
can sense when she will breech the gap between the peak of pleasure
and its ultimate tempest. Suddenly, she screams a keening cry of
delight, falling forward and riding the shocks of electric heat; her
body trembling, her thighs squeezing tightly about my face.

Silence
is met with the crash of thunder, and I can tell that Liz has passed
out. How stunning she is, I think to myself as I try to catch my
breath. Her body spasms every now and again with aftershocks and I
smile as the rain begins to turn to lazy drizzle. I whisper words of
love against her skin that only I can hear; those words that come
straight from the heart.

Liz
begins to stir and return to me, slowly moving down my body to place
a soft kiss to my lips. We linger a moment, wrapped in one another's
arms, sharing a tender kiss. She looks into my eyes and I can feel
the love she has for me; the same love that is reflected by my own
gaze.

I
smile as my fingers reach into Liz's hair and a moment later a full
on rumble of laughter erupts from me. I just can't help it, her hair
is wild and out of control, filled with sand.

"What's
so funny?" Liz asks with a smile, pulling back to look into my
face.

"Your
hair."

The
look on Liz's face said it all, because a deep belly laugh rolled out
of me, tickling the woman on top of me into a fit of laughter as
well.

"I'm
glad you find this mop so humorous, blondie. Yours is looking pretty
ragged too, ya know?"

"I've
just the thing." I replied.

I
gingerly gain my feet and hold out my hand to Liz, helping her to her
feet as well. The gentle rain is nearly gone and though I would love
to shower in the rain, I know there isn't enough power behind it to
rinse away the soap. We will have to settle for a midnight swim to
the sail boat to rinse away the sand from the beach.

Hand
in hand, we wade into the Sound, still giddy with our storm riding
antics. We dive into the black waters and lazily swim until the sand
is rinsed from our bodies. As we emerge, we hold one another's hand
and walk to our hammock. It's cool enough now to return to our bed
inside but the cozy hammock is more inviting.