It’s the slightest touch of his hands pressing along my shoulder. The warmth and reassurance, his kiss trailing my collar bone brings to me.

I am leaning against his bare chest, his breathing mellowing me, relaxing me, as we slowly dance standing, pressed body to body. My hands wrap around my back, finding his length and slowly, easily stroke him. He leans forward embracing me, my smaller frame feeling him completely surrounding me. 

The window to my front, my body exposed and in view. He touches me, every inch, cupping and gripping, loving the softness of my body. 

My hair falls forward, covering my face, my chest, he leans me back gripping my neck, aligning my ass to the perfect angle for his height. 

He lifts my leg, teases and tests my folds, my palms flat against the cool glass, my nakedness still fully exposed. He enters me. Thrusting upwards, hitting the aching peak of my core, stretching my cunt as he rocks into me. I feel the ache, and pleasure. The pain sweetened only by the pleasurable groans from his lips.

“Let them see you.” He says. “Let them look up and see you. Without embarrassment. Without shame. Let them see the woman you, the woman I love, the fierce sexiness that resides in you. The love, that heart of yours as I aim to calm it’s beauty.”

His words flow, through the air, shivering across my skin, warming the pending orgasm, sending me to the thickness of pleasure. I open my mouth to scream my, yet fall short. I open my eyes and see the roaring ocean in front. 

If anyone sees me, him, us, I have no clue. I only feel him, thrusting, pumping, driving himself in me. I feel uniquely beautiful, being claimed, loved so openly, so emphatically. 
This is only the beginning… one orgasm is never enough for him to give me. Or I him.