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

One thing that they had plenty of, was time. She did make small noises of protest when his mouth left the more sensitive areas of her, but other than that, there was nothing.

She could tell what he was doing, and she enjoyed it, letting him run his hands over her, letting him taste her. She lifted her hips again, just to let him feel her more easily. She still had that same, soft smile on her face.

And yes, she did writhe, but only barely. Enough to let him feel parts of her that he had missed, or to press against his fingers just slightly if he hit a sensitive place.

His hands, finished with the sides drifted down back to her hips, then started to explore the rich full swell, softly tracing its roundness, memorizing it.

His mouth went down to the very end of her femininity, then continued down her legs. How anything could be so shapely and so well muscled.. he should expect it by now. She was in herself a mystery.

He liked the way, even as relaxed and controlled as she was, he could make react, make her writhe the smallest but, make her arch or ever whimper. It was a small bit of power, but power nonetheless.

That much, she gave freely. She was patient, but it was clear she liked his ministrations, his explorations.

She sighed softly as he continued down her legs, a slight protest. But her legs shifted, giving him more room to continue to learn her.

As he mouth approached her knees his hands finished following down the crease under her and started down the underside of her legs.

He knew that her stillness was a gift. That her patience was a gift. That each small involuntary action.. They were all gifts.

Soon he would show her he could give gifts as well. Almost done. His mouth and fingers..they almost knew her.

She shifted again, her legs lifting just a bit more so that his hands could find better purchase.

There was a soft intake of breath as his fingers brushed the backside of her knee. Almost imperceptible, but it was there.

She bit her lip, arched her back ...

And once more lay still.

All the way down, calves, ankles, feet, toes. Finally mouth and fingers over lapped and met. Just for fun he watched her and licked the soul of her perfect foot.

he chuckled and then Lay down on his side next to her for a moment watching her. One hand played with the skin of her stomach. He closed his eyes and went over the sensations, licking his lips as he remembered her taste and then opened them, bent over her and kissed her, a little more heat in his kiss.

"Thank you. Shall we have some fun now?"

Her eyes finally opened as she lifted her head. She grinned down at him as she felt his tongue against her foot, then lay back again as he joined her.

Her arms slipped around his shoulders as he bent over and kissed her. She was bold with her reaction, her teeth scraping his lip gently while her tongue explored his mouth. Her own taste still on his tongue, mingled with his own taste.

She pulled away, looked up at him and smiled.

"We were not having fun, sweet one?"

He laughed musically. His hand continued to play with her, going to touch one of the places she had shown sensitivity and lightly teased her there.

"A point. It was fun. but how about a little more interactive and shall we say less structured fun. I could finish something I started. You know you taste...delicious."

She shifted, arching to press against his teasing fingers. Her brows rose as he spoke, and she laughed along with him.

"I do, sweet one?" she asked, running her hands down over his chest.

She tilted her head, leaning up to kiss him gently. "Tell me," she whispered, her fingers trailing lazily over his stomach with gentle caresses.

"How can someone who only sees the night taste like a summers morning? Because you do. Sweet, a tinge of vanilla. And I can smell violet, though I might be tasting it a little too. You are a sorbet, chilling to the tongue, refreshing, exciting. And your mouth...there is something I cannot describe but I taste it on you."

She smiled, shifting closer to lay her head against his chest.

"I could not say, sweet one. I have not seen a summer morning for entirely too long. Sadly, I cannot even remember what a summer morning smells like, looks like, or tastes like."

She leaned up, kissed his chin gently.

"Can you tell me ... why it is that you did that, sweet one?"

"Why I kissed you? head to toe?"

He smiled rather wryly. He played with her hair and kissed her temple.

"I wanted to memorize you, your flavor and taste, you reactions, the way you feel against my skin. I have some idea of what effects you he most, of where the coldest and warmest parts of you are, how to make you squirm.

Oh, and it can be so much fun to see how much a person can resist moving."

Her lips twisted into an amused smirk.

"How do I grade in comparison, sweet one?" she asked, playfully.

She leaned up to kiss him again.

"To be fair, I also enjoy when you make me squirm."

"In taste? In the top ten. In control, number one. In fun...I am unsure and need to run some more tests. Let me get back to you in a century or so."

He smiles as he enjoys another kiss.

"Well, I am more than happy to make you squirm as much as possible."

She smiled, nipping lightly at his lip when he kissed her. She looked wicked, but in a playful sort of way.

"Do women often find themselves without control when you touch them, taste them, like you did to me?"

She rolled, turning to ace him. One hand slid down his side to his hip, then across his back there. The other continued to explore his torso, running lightly over his chest.

He smiled at the nip and the turn. His hands moved across her side now that he had better access.

"Women and men both. They always think of it as teasing or an invitation. Which it is.Even my own Clan will get to a point and say enough, you can finish that later, finish me now."

He leaned forward and kissed her again. A little more playfulness, a little more play.

He grinned very playfully. "You are the first one to make it the whole way without acting like a corpse. I would say you deserve a reward."

She laughed, softly, and brought her mouth to his.

"Patience, as they say, is a virtue."

She looked up at him, mischief in her eyes.

"And what sort of reward did you have in mind, sweet one?"

A hand moved down the curve of her hip, one finger playing with her inner thigh.

"Well I could finish what I started? Or you could have a wish?"

She arched her hip to his hand, pressing lightly against his fingers.

"I thought that perhaps you had finished, sweet one. You found what you were exploring for, yes?"

She looked playful, perhaps even a little wicked.

"Or did you have another sort of play in mind?"

His fingers delight in her reaction and play as she presses into them.

"I finished exploring you. I meant finish that which had you actually writhing, if only for the merest moments. My tongue would not mind another taste of you."

He grinned at that wickedness.

"There are always other kinds of play. I am open to them with you almost always."

She gave him another soft groan, pressing her hip into his fingers again. Still grinning, she looked up at him.

"This is your time to play, sweet one. Do as you desire. I will have my turn yet."

He smiled and worked his hands more across the skin, his touch becoming electric along the points she reacted to so well.

"Then I will play."

He bent forward and kissed her again, soft and sweet. As he moved forward, he rolled her on her back again. He pulled back, a wicked grin on his face. He bent over, kissing the base of her throat, in a place she reacted so nicely, but not an innocent slow kiss. A soft but hungry kiss, designed to make her moan.

Then further down over a nipple, kissing slow and lustily, tongue and mouth working at it. A moment later and the other nipple follow suit.

"I do enjoy playing."

She did moan when his mouth found the base of her throat. A quiet hum of pleasure. Her hand slid over his shoulders, snaked into his hair.

Her breath caught when he rolled her, then caught again as one of her nipples found its way into his mouth. Her eyes closed as her head fell back, her back arching to press against his mouth. She sighed again, a quiet moan of pleasure.

"Oh, that is good, sweet one, that you like to play."

Playfully, she tugged at his hair, grinning at him as she arched against him again.

"I like to play as well."

Her hands in her hair, felt lovely, tugging at it. The way her breath sucked in so soft, her moan of pleasure, her pressing herself into his mouth. These were a few of his favorite things.

He grinned finishing with the second nipple and moving down to kiss at a soft piece of flesh just under the rib cage. The kiss was slower than the others, softer, with just a little teeth at the finish. Then another kiss at her side further down by her belly, a little more teeth, finishing soft. And then he kissed between her legs, at skin to the side and so close to her more tender and sensitive areas. A kiss so soft and gentle and lingering.


"Play all you wish Darling Ra'i. Play all you wish."

She whimpered softly at the feel of his teeth. But she seemed to delight in the fact that his kiss at her ribcage lingered, sucking in another soft breath as she arched her back.

Then she began to shiver as his mouth touched more sensitive flesh. The hand in his hair tugged just a bit more, just enough to be encouraging. As she sucked in another shaky breath, her eyes closed as she licked full lips.

"I am playing, sweet one," she murmured, then let go of his hair long enough to stroke her fingers through it.

Just a moment, and then her hand curled again, a gentle pressure meant to encourage.