The Beach House

Inspired by John Legend’s “All of Me”

At dawn, light streaming delicately into the room.  Still on rumpled white sheets.  Eyes closed.  I hear the waves hitting the shore from a distance, the soft rustling of the white, translucent curtains ‒ and his calm breathing grazing the top of my head, his fingers tangled in my hair.  Eyes open.  I see his firm, cleft chin, his stiff, sharp, morning stubble, and his slightly perceptible jugular.  I inhale him ‒ his raw, virile scent, the very scent that stirs the rest of my senses into wakefulness.  I feel his warm skin, his heart beating at a steady pace against the palm of my hand, his flaccid cock casually pinned beneath my thigh, and my sore clit pressed indecently against his hip.  A stifled moan escapes my lips as I remember last night.  The mere thought of it impels my body to quiver with concupiscent exigency.  I inadvertently kiss his neck.  A caress on my arm tells me he is awake, now caressing the side of my breast, his breath ragged and pulse brisk.  I close my eyes in resolute anticipation of his primal urge.  I sense his now tumescent cock with its bulging head peeking from underneath my thigh, throbbing faintly.  He lifts my chin.  I look up, in a daze, lost in his smoldering stare.  A wicked smirk forms on his lips as he kisses me and it melts into an insatiable hunger to possess me, yet again.  His kiss deepens, taunting me to follow his lead, and I give in to the sweet torment of his lips as he grabs my butt cheeks.  Oh my.  He begins to wrap the sheet around my waist, carrying me out into the balcony, gently puts me down, my body sliding over his, my low back against the concrete balusters.  I can feel the heat radiating from his body.  Half naked with the first rays of dawn dancing on my skin and giving my hair a soft glow, he envisions a nymph, stroking every inch of my body with his sinful glare.  Just looking at my round, shapely breasts and pointed nipples shatters his control into slivers.  With a growl deep in his throat, he strips the cloth off my waist and vehemently rubs his cock before plunging it into my wet, tight cunt.  With my legs around his hips, I throw my head back, hair flowing like black waterfalls behind me.  Anchoring my hips against his, he revels in lascivious elation, drowning himself in my heated folds.  We moan synchronously with release.  Copious amounts of cum trickle down my thighs.  He drops to his knees, still inside me, weak, sated, breathing heavily against my neck, my name in a shaky whisper.  I smile in rapt silence.