A late night visit to the beach(Open) - Bathtub Beach

She smiled as she seemed to nod, though in truth, the nod was more to get herself positioned properly. As her head dipped for the nod, her hands moved out of the way, her mouth replacing where her hands once were. One long, evenly paced stroke, and he was fully within her mouth.

Her mouth, much like her hands, was just as masterful. She used her tongue to tease him, gentle pressure on all sides. Right before She slid upward, slid him out of her mouth for a moment, only to use her teeth in a gentle scraping motion against him. It was a slight pain, not enough to truly cause pain, but enough to be felt.

Her rhythm was gentle, slow, then sped up. Then she slowed again, the entire time looking up at him with her wide, blue eyes.

He watched, thrilled as he waited. And then he was in heaven.

He had been treated by men and women alike but none of them mastered the skills and allure of his goddess. As she poured out her amazing skills on him, and gave hims such intimate attention he danced to whatever tune she played.

Every little move of her tongue, every nip of her teeth, every extra pressure or trick, they all made him moan and sigh and arch. His hand went to her shoulders and his nails added their applause to her ministrations.

He fought himself, fought the over powering sensations and always kept his eyes locked on her. He always looked straight into those eyes. He wanted it to never stop, he wanted to feel her thighs on either side of his face while she showed her how well is could dance. But most of all he wished to fill her.

And he stared into those blue eyes, so beautiful. His Goddess.

The look in her eyes was that of a predator. She was like a large cat, her eyes slowly blinking in a lazy fashion as she watched his face, his reactions. She growled around him when she felt his nails on her shoulders, a sound of triumph as much as anything before she added her teeth again. All movements carefully measured. Everything perfectly planned to bring the utmost pleasure.

Then she shifted again and it was one long, graceful movement. Her chill was against his chest again, her hands reaching down to pin him to the sand with her hands. Her mouth claimed his again, and this time, she did not ask. Her hips lifted, then lowered, taking him inside of her with one powerful stroke of her hips.

She growled again, but it was a sound of passion, the joy of being joined with him. Her eyes, so intense and blue, never left his face, even when she used her teeth against his lip again, scraping lightly over the sensitive flesh. As she took him, she whispered to him again, a soft sound in his ear as her hips began to move. Slowly at first, then gaining just a bit of speed.

"Stop?" she asked again, letting go of his hands to rise up above him again. As much as she would not have liked to admit it, a goddess looking down on one of her own, even as she claimed him with that one, powerful taking. "Or mine?" she asked, finishing the question with a quiet, husky whisper.

First she pinned him and then she mounted him. She was in control. She was the predator and he the prey.

They became connected and her intensity captured him. He was glad she had pinned him as he arched and ached at all the cold flooding around him. The feelings were surreal in their intensity.

Then she asked the question. One more chance. After everything, One more chance.

He reached up to her face, his hands on either cheek. He looked into her incredibly blue eyes.

"Yours"

He spoke, and it was all she seemed to need. Her head fell back as she looked up at the moon, a growl of pleasure in her throat. She took him, moving gently and slowly above him, but there was no doubt that what she was doing was claiming him. It was more than a simple motion of her hips meant to bring pleasure. With each movement that took him within herself, she pressed her hips hard to his, letting him know that his words were very much true.

He was hers.

She growled and moaned as she took him, this sensual and somehow still somewhat painful claiming. Her pleasure was unmistakable, and as her head had fallen back, she took his wrists in her hands again. She placed them over her breasts, gently urging him as she moved and writhed atop him.

Even she didn't know where this came from. This intensity, this heat, this passion that she felt. She raked her nails over his chest again - he had said that he enjoyed that - as she added her gently seeking, gently teasing fingers to his own nipples once more. That same erratic rhythm as before, of teasing him as well as occasional light pinches, to punctuate an exceptionally pleasing thrust within her. She continued to rake her nails over his chest at intervals, but always, each time, while she took her pleasure, she let him know that this was for him.

She was using each and every skill she possessed to let him know she would honor his promise. She would give him the sensuality he desired from her, if he would only ask. If he would keep his vows, she would keep hers. And it was no longer that she simply claimed him.

She would let him claim her.

She claimed him, from the growl in her throat, to the motion she used to claim what was inside her as hers and hers alone. He watched her, his goddess, the warrior, the animal.

What surprised him was that after she raged and claimed, she pulled him into it. She acknowledged his place. He shuddered as he played with her breasts and nipples, rolling, massaging, pinching and tweaking. The shudder wasnt for the pleasure of the actions though. It was for his place.

Though she was on top, he knew that timing, placement, a small vertical roll would add to both their enjoyment, and so he added to them. AS they both continued a word came to his mind, she was telling him the word with her body. He smiled through the pleasure and at one point looked into her eyes, pinched both nipples and whispered.

"Mine."

She knew what it meant. It was more than just the word, so much more. She knew it, because she had said it in conjunction with him already, and knew what it meant to her. Even if the did not know, did not fully understand yet, there was time. She knew that as well. They had time. She had assured it.

As he brought her that delicious pain, as he claimed her even as she claimed him, her breath (even if she didn't need to breathe) caught in her throat. Her hips immediately became more demanding. She did not speed up or slow, but there was a different intensity to the way she pressed her hips to his, the way she gripped him within. She shuddered, a shiver that raced through her entire boy.

She pitched forward, but not harshly. She was not in danger of hurting him at all. She caught herself, her arms to either side of his head, near the edge of his shoulders. She stared into his eyes, panting with the quiet growls of her pleasure. As she moved, though, she stared into his eyes ... and let him feel that, at least once, her pleasure had reached its peak. The force of it was powerful, the strength of her was beyond what someone might have thought to look at her, gripping him and releasing in turn as she crested the waves of her own climax.

All the while, she stared into his eyes, holding herself up by her arms as she continued to please him.

And let him know that he had pleased her well.

He could see in her eyes she approved. She agreed. And her body showed that too as she started to move with more ardor, more zeal.

He watched her, as her pleasure rushed through her. All the time they stared at each other. No words needed. He refused to close his eyes or drop them. This was right somehow, though he had no idea how.

Finally, her hips began to slow. She leaned over, bringing her mouth to his. This time, it was a gentle kiss, one full of tenderness. She used her tongue to gently explore his mouth, to taste him thoroughly as her body shuddered and slowed above him.

She pulled away to look into his eyes again, and though her movements were slow, she had by no means stopped fully.

"Mine," she whispered, raining tender kisses along his jaw, her teeth nibbling at his chin. "I have taken mine, sweet one." She smiled, leaning up to kiss him again. Her mouth was so gentle, her motions so sweet and slow now.

"It is time to take what is yours," she whispered, finally, after all this time, letting her eyes drift closed.

That tender kiss, those sweet touches, even a word that had changed from a challenge to a declaration and finally to a prayer of thanks. That gentle sweet kiss and then... His part to play.

He returns that sweet gentle kiss and slowly rolls over on top, not breaking their connection. He knows it will not take much, after all the intensity. His body was too aware, too alive to handle much more.

Now on top he uses his hands to gently spread her legs, bent at the knees. He bends up, feeling her cold take his head away and reaches up to kiss her. His hips know this act, their cues and do what they know how to do, simple clean long strokes, occasionally a roll of hips, motions that speed up and become as powerful as he can. he knows when to roll and how.

He takes her hands and lays them on his back and continues the movement. It becomes faster, more intense, He does not hold back this time, he does not control himself. He allows things to build to such a point as he needs to release.

He bends over and takes one of her nipples into his mouth and sucks the sweet flesh, letting it thrill him, as he becomes faster, that tender taste he had wanted so much, and then his mouth is back on her. His breathe is ragged despite not being needed, his kisses still tender though need full and he looks into her eyes, those incredible eyes, and feels just how much it has built.

He grabs tight and thrusts fast as if in a frenzy of need till he feels the wave break and he shudders, holding her as tight against him as he can, and he releases his warmth into her. Releases himself to her.

"Mine."

And he goes still, holding her tight, his mouth soft on hers.

She knew this part as well. She did not protest when he rolled on top of her, even assisted him as he spread her legs more. She smiled as he began to take her, his long strokes filling her again.

She let him feel her. Her cold, her body. Even as he released her hands, she raked them across his back. Once harshly, in her own pleasure. But this time, this one, was not for her. She let her head fall back, though her eyes remained open to watch him, to see.

She felt his warmth, his heat, flood into her. That, above all, brought a shuddering groan to the woman, gripping him intensely both with hands and nails on his back and below, where heat flooded into her. She accepted him, the way he gripped her tightly to him, her own hands gripping him in return. She took from him what he gave, as much as before, and gave to him in return. She held him.

She smiled when he said it. His lips on hers, kissing her gently, and her hands came around to cup his cheeks, to hold his face so that she could look at him. She smiled as she looked into his eyes for a very long time. Her lips pressed a kiss to his forehead, the tip of his nose. His lips, so gentle.

"You are pleased?" she asked in a whisper.

So beautiful. So wonderful. So amazing.

He looked into her eyes as she kissed him thrice

He smiled and whispered.

"I am. You are pleased?"

Her lips curved into a smile. She brushed her thumb across his cheek gently. She leaned up to kiss him again, tenderly.

"Immensely, sweet one. Regrets?"

He was such smiling a very satisfied smile, laying on top of her. He returned the kiss and answered her.

"No. You?"

She brushed a finger across his forehead, ran her hands through his hair.

"I lost my true companion years ago, sweet one. I have nothing to regret." She lay there, bare-breasted with him still inside of her, and smiled gently. "You, though. You were mourning when I came across you. I have a feeling you have more that holds the possibility of regret than I. So it is you I worry for."

Yes, it was already starting. She meant it. He was hers.

He gives her a half smile.

"I was mourning, but not a love, an opportunity gone. I will tell the story if you wish."

He caught the hand and kissed it gently.

"But the moment had been short and so was the mourning. Balance. And now I have you."

Something flashed in her eyes, but only for a moment.

Instantly, it was gone.

She smiled up at him, leaned up to kiss him.

"You do not need to tell me your secrets, sweet one, unless you wish to. We have time. Much time." She slid her arm around him, pulled him close to her. "And the sand is beginning to chaff a bit." She laughed softly. "Tell me, sweet one. What do you hope to gain from this new situation?"

He wanted to ask. Something happened, but now was not the time.

He smiled and kissed her softly. her arms felt good around him and he held her softly.

"I will help you clean out all the sand."

He thought for a moment and looked down at her.

"Honestly, I don't know. An incredible woman offered me a once in a very long lifetime opportunity. Possibilities? Inspiration as I have never know? The chance to learn? Maybe.. more. I have a feeling much will come with time."

He kissed her again.

She leaned up, kissed him gently.

"Yes. Time will tell if you change your mind, or if you have regrets." She slid her arms around him, held him to her.

"Now, though, is the time to go home. Do you need to go to your home, inform your servants of this change?"

He wore a look contented and yet a little ways a way.

"I can call them from my car to tell them I will not be back tonight. Tomorrow I will explain the changes. I can have one of them drop off clothing and the things I need."

He looks at her again. "You keep speaking of regrets and changing my mind. I guess I will have to prove to you that roses are sturdier than most think."

Again, there was that flash in her eyes.

Once again, gone immediately.

She smiled, leaning up to kiss him gently again. She smiled.

"It is not your personal, innermost fortitude that I worry about. It is that you barely know me. Decisions made in haste often lead to regret, sweet one."

She brushed a hand over his cheek. "And now, you have little choice in the matter. I did warn you; I do not let my companions go so easily."

He looked at her concerned.

"Ra'idah...do I upset you?"

His tone was concerned.

She looked up at him, a reassuring smile on her face. Her hand came round, cupping his cheek with her palm as she ran her thumb over his cheek.

"No, sweet one," she leaned over and kissed him again, long and tender. When she pulled away, she smiled and ran her hand through his hair.

"No, you do not upset me. I am ... old. I have ... many secrets." She smiled again, tilting her head. "I am afraid that I reveal too much sometimes. That is what worries me, sweet one. Not you. Never you."

Esteban caught that hand against his cheek and smiled, then took it and kissed it.

"Thank you."

He looked deep at her again.

"As much as I like you where you are.."

He rolled offer her and raised himself up in a fluid refined motion, offering her a hand.

She took his hand, sliding to her feet in a graceful, fluid motion. She began to brush sand from her, from her clothes, her back, even shaking it out of her hair. She laughed, amused.

"I may need you to bathe me when we arrive home, sweet one." She looked up at him, taking her time about getting dressed. "I believe I will have hand in my hair until doomsday arrives."

She grinned again, wriggling to put her skirt back in place, before she bent and put the silver chain necklace with the large square for a pendant back around her neck. She started with her bra, shaking sand out of it and hooking it back into place. Then came the shirt, also shaking the sand out of it. Each movement was methodical.

She looked over to him and smiled. "Why would you worry about upsetting me, sweet one? I have little doubt that we will upset each other greatly, and often, in the course of truly getting to know one another."