She saw him wandering the beach that night, a dark and mysterious figure shrouded in mystery and shadows. Intrigued she followed him, wondering where this stranger had come from. After a while he turned and faced her, watching her watch him, silent.
She didn't say anything, just stepped close and simply looked at him. He was tall with a hood covering his hair, and blue eyes the colour of the evening sea. She couldn't take her eyes off him, and he couldn't take his off her. She wasn't sure what he saw in her, maybe he was admiring her bright eyes, or staring at her soft pink lips. She hoped, although she didn't even know him, that it was the latter.
He was as still as a statue, he didn't move even when she lifted a hand and almost unconsciously touched his face with her warm, gentle fingers. She trailed her fingertips lightly over his handsome face, running her thumb across his perfect lips. Still, he didn't move. Bolder now, she slid her hand down his arm, over the bulges of the muscles in his arms, defined underneath his tightly fitting sweater.
As her hand reaches his he finally moved, opening his clenched fist to slip his fingers between hers. Slowly, cautiously, the strange boy's other hand reached up and brushed her windswept hair out of her eyes, cupping her face in his strong hand.
She sighed quietly and leaned her head against his hand, smiling slightly as his thumb rubbed circles into her skin. He squeezed her hand gently and then slowly, ever so slowly, pulled her closer to him and let go of her hand, wrapping his arm around her waist.
Suddenly she was inches away, their faces almost touching as they stared into each other's eyes. His face was still emotionless but somewhere deep in those even sea blue eyes she saw something flicker, perhaps a flicker of a desire that hadn't been awoken in far too long.
She was hot, hot all over and quivering with tension, both of them breathing shakily. Her lips parted slightly as he leaned even closer until she wasn't even sure how it was possible that they weren't touching yet. Everything faded away, the only thing she was capable of focussing on was him, the silent stranger holding her so tightly.
She shut her eyes as finally his warm, rough lips met hers in a gently kiss. She kissed him back, just as gently, wrapping her free hand around his neck, pushing off his hood to reveal his short brown hair.
His arm around her waist tightened, crushing their bodies together as the kiss grew deeper, their lips exploring each other's hungrily. She was mildly surprised at the touch of his tongue and immediately parted her lips, sighing as his tongue slid along hers.
Wanting more, but afraid to push him, she gradually ran her hands down his back, slipping them under his shirt. He didn't seem to notice, or care, as she explored the strong muscles of his back with her cold fingers. Suddenly he pulled away, stepping back with an almost wild look in his eyes.
Nervous she watched as he stood there, panting. Finally he smirked slowly, the first expression that she had seen from him so far, and reached down, grasping his sweater and shirt and pulling them off in one fluid motion.
She stared at him, her eyes drawn to a tattoo on his that was just barely visible in the moonlight. Before she could work out what it was he stepped close again and captured his lips with hers, his strong hands quickly moving down her sides and pulling off her thin shirt.
She stood there, wrapped in the embrace of a tattooed stranger, kissing him hard as his warm hands ran over the smooth skin of her back, easily undoing her bra strap and dropping it to the sand. This time it was her tongue that touched his lips, running over them gently. He tasted good, a taste that she couldn't quite place. Something foreign, some sort of spice, but addicting. He caught her tongue between his lips, sucking on it as he tugged gently at her belt loops. She didn't hesitate, both her hands dropped to his belt, undoing it quickly. Her way of giving him permission to do what he was asking.
She kicked her pants out of the way as he released her tongue and kissed her neck, one of his scarred hands cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. She couldn't help it, a low moan escaped her lips. It seemed to encourage him, she tilted her head, exposing more of her neck as he bit her gently and trailed his lips down to her collarbone, sucking roughly on her skin.
A breeze off the ocean, combined with the feeling of his hot lips on her skin sent a shiver through her body as she quickly pulled his belt out of the loops and undid his zipper, dropping his black pants to the sand.
He stepped out of them and picked her up, laying her down in the damp sand, his eyes running over her exposed skin. She reached up and pulled his head down to kiss him, her fingers slipping underneath the waistband of his boxers as both of his warm hands cupped her breasts, massaging her hard nipples.
She moaned again, quietly as he kissed her neck in the same spot as before and then slowly, agonizingly slowly, kissed his way down her chest and over her firm stomach, taking the rest of her clothes off with his teeth.
She watched, naked on the sand, as he dropped his boxers to the ground and leaned over her once more, pressing his hips against hers, kissing her more deeply than she could imagine possible. She shivered again as he pushed her legs apart and met her eyes, questioning.
She rolled her eyes at him, and reached up, taking his hips in her hands and pulling him towards her. He smirked and positioned himself before slowly, he was always moving slowly it seemed, sliding himself inside her.
Her head fell back against the sand, biting her lip as he pushed in deeper. It had been far too long since she had been with a man in this way and she wanted it, wanted it so badly.
He wanted her too; roughly he gripped her hips and thrust himself into her until he was all the way in. She sighed and pulled his head down again, biting his lip gently after kissing him once. He chuckled quietly, the first sound she had heard out of him as he put a hand in the sand and pulled a little before thrusting back in, searching for her pleasure spot.
She bit her lip harder to hold back the moans, wanting to be strong and silent as he was, her fingernails digging into his back as he slid a hand between them and circled her mound with one gentle finger and thrust in again, harder than before.
Her eyes rolled back in her head a little as he hit her spot again and again. He smirked, having noticed her reaction and leaned down to kiss her again, biting her lip gently as he thrust deep once more. She groaned, unable to hold it in as her hands slid down, grasping his firm butt and rocking her hips against his, trying to make him go faster.
Sensing her want he sped up briefly before slowing down agonizingly slowly, just to tease her. She cracked her eyes open, looking up at the man above her, his sweaty hair shot through with grey from the reflection of the moons light.
He met her eyes and winked, pulling almost all the way out, and running his hand down her chest. She glared at him and reached for his hips but he was too quick and before she can stop him his hands were pinning hers to the damp sand, slowly he pulls them up and pinned them above her head. With his free hand he cups her breast again, flicking her nipple as he suddenly thrusts in deep and hard.
This time she kept her eyes open, watching his muscles ripple under his taut skin as his thrusts got more desperate. She knew that she was close to her climax but she grit her teeth and bit the inside of her lip, trying to hold off, not wanting this to end.
A low moan escaped from his lips as he let her arms go, supporting himself now with both of his hands buried in the sand. Her hands clenched in fists at her side, her fingernails digging deep into her palms as a muffled scream forced itself past her lips.
The scream encouraged him and he begins to pump faster than before, the sound of her quiet moans and the rushing water filled his ears. He moaned again and grabbed her hips, his head lolling back as he finally cums inside her with a loud groan. Her eyes closed again, shutting out everything as he pumps a few more times, pushing her to the edge.
Finally she let herself go, the wave of pleasure so intense that another scream bursts from her throat. With another low chuckle he slumps against her, pinning her to the sand with the weight of his body. After taking a moment to catch her breath she slid her arms around him, blushing slightly but glad that it's too dark to tell.
They lay there in the sand together for a long time until finally he pulled out of her and stood up, holding out a hand to help her off the sand. Once again they were face to face, staring into each other's eyes.
She looked up at him and gave him a small smile, murmuring her name softly. He flashed her a rare, lopsided smile and leaned forward to kiss her one last time, whispering something into her ear before pulling on his clothes and walking out of sight.
Naked she watched him go, whispering the word.
"Four."
When she could see him no longer she too got dressed and slowly headed home, unaware that from a distance he was watching her. Finally he spoke out loud, feeling her name on his lips.
"Britlea."