Sand
Will pov
He thinks her as sultry as any fallen angel as she hovers over him, straddling his waist. The slowly sinking sun behind Elizabeth casts a golden glow about her, momentarily hiding her face in shadows. As she leans down to kiss him, he sees the wicked smile on her lips before they close over his own. He can feel the glide of her hands over his chest when she breaks the caress; her fingers skim the heated skin of his throat. Elizabeth sets her rhythm, and his hands dig into the warm sand beneath him at the pleasure she creates.
Elizabeth pov
"I'm gonna need the other one," she hears him say, and she perches her foot, encased in worn leather, on the rock next to him. It is their last moment of wantonness, and she knows he cannot resist her. She gazes down at Will's face as he gently pulls his boot off her, casting it aside. He caresses the back of her thigh as he slowly kisses his way up her slender leg. Her eyes close, enraptured at the caress, relishing the feel of warm, rough hands and the few coarse grains of sand that still cling to his fingers