Hues of blue, purple, red and gold danced across the sky as the sun’s last golden rays kissed the ocean’s horizon. The sounds of the ocean waves mixed with the sounds music as the waves gently crashed upon the shore. The gentle breeze carried the scent of the sea as it smoothly ran his fingers through her unbound curls sending the scent of jasmine to him. Her laughter a melodic wind-chime as he twirled her about the bonfire. Her white lehenga flowing about her as he spun her, the sun-warmed sand finding its way between their toes. He watched her keenly, grinning as they danced, marveling at the beautiful contrast of the skirt and choli top created against her dark skin and long blue-black curls. She could feel the warmth of his body through his linen pants and shirt as he held her close.

Gradually, the rhythm began to change. What was once light and airy now becoming mysterious, sensual…primal. She caught sight of burning embers in his dark eyes, felt the heat of desire begin to bloom within her as the music instilled itself into their very blood. He wasted no time once again taking the lead his hands and body guiding her. She closed her eyes losing herself in the movements and music, their hearts becoming one with the drums. She turned away from him, her back pressing against his now hardened body. Arms above her head, reaching to the heavens she rubbed her body against his, much like a lioness would her mate. She felt the rumbling in his chest, heard his growl in her ear as her hips skillfully lifted and dropped bouncing in tempo with the drums. She gasped as his hands shot out to draw her closer, one about her waist, the other firmly encircling her throat. Her moans joined the drums as her head dropped back against his chest and her arms settled about his shoulders. Leaning into him fully her body slowly undulated from top to bottom settling into gentle swaying of her hips into figure eights, artfully grinding her bottom into his granite hardness.

Without warning, she felt the world spin and found herself facing him, pressed tightly against his chest. A fist tightly clenched her hair tipping her head back. He held the look of a predator now, dark, primal, hungry. His embers in his dark eyes soon rivaled the bonfire. Unconsciously, she drew the corner of her lower ruby red lip between her teeth in a small bite in response to the intensity rolling off of him like the waves of the ocean. He growled once more, his lips finding hers in a kiss that seared all the way to her soul. She clung to him as his mouth ravaged hers, exploring, savoring, tasting…claiming. Only when her knees felt weak did he stop, scooping her high into his arms. A few short steps brought him a large blanket surrounded by dozens of pillows and small lanterns.

Carefully, he placed her upon the numerous pillows, his lips finding hers once more as he followed. The rhythm of the music now driving, incisive. His lips burned a trail of kisses an bites down her neck to her collar bone as his fingers untied the laces of her choli. She moaned, quivering beneath him as her bare breast met the cool ocean breeze, her nipples immediately hardening. He wasted no time drawing a nipple into the heat of his mouth. She cried out, her fingers lacing themselves into his hair. She arched her back cradling his head to her breast as he loved first one than another nipple with his mouth. The drums kept time with the beat of their hearts.

He spent long moments worshiping her full breast before moving on. She watched him, his skin golden in the firelight. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth once more their gazes locked as he kissed and nipped his way down her body. She felt the cool breeze accompanied by the warmth of his touch as he lifted her skirt and parted her legs. She saw the pleased expression on his face as he realized her nudity beneath her skirts, her wetness shimmering in the firelight. He settled himself comfortably between her legs, draping them over his shoulders. He lowered his head, halting, allowing his eyes to close. She felt the heat of his breath against her wetness as he breathed her in. She gasped as a finger traced its way up the woman’s lips to her clit and back down, spreading her nectar. Anxiety wrapped its tentacles around her as butterflies of anticipation settled into her womb. She watched him studying her as his finger nonchalantly trailed up and down. She moaned, chewing her lip out of desperation and pleasure. Finally, his eyes flickered back up to hers. His gaze held hers, reading the desperation in her eyes. Slowly, he lowered his head his mouth closing over hers.

Cries of pleasure escaped her, her body tightening, coiling as he licked, kissed, suckled and fingered her cunt. Pleasure built inside of her as he drove her body higher and higher, yet holding her back just a breath away from the precipice. Her cries became, imploring, begging for her release. Her hands sought his inky black hair once more desperate for an anchor as her hips reared against his sensual assault. He was quicker, seizing her wrists in a vice grip forcing them down at her sides on the blanket. Her squeals grew louder, her head tossing from side to side her curls spilling across her face and into her mouth. She felt the vibrations of his growls against her clit and her lower abdomen began tiny little flutters. When she thought she could no longer stand the pleasure, he lightly nibbled her clit and orgasm tore through her, her cries nearly drowning out the music.

She had no notion of how long her body convulsed, her mind in a trancelike haze. When she’d ultimately opened her eyes, he was naked in all his glory, his skin set to gold in the firelight. Her fingers yearned to touch him, to assure herself that was real and not some sexual primal diety she’d dreamed up. His lips found hers once again enabling her to taste herself on his lips before he dropped to his back beside her his member standing thick and proud from his body. She sat up, allowing the choli to slip from her arms. She eyed him hungrily her mouth moistening at the sight of his hardness. Before she could move, a firm hand seized her hips dragging her astride him her lehenga pooling around their hips. She felt his fingers bite into her hips as he guided her above him. The air left her lungs in a gasp as he impaled her on his length dragging her tightly down onto him.

Her hands plastered themselves to her chest in an attempt to slow his movements. She took several deep breaths as he held them still, enabling her body to adapt to his size. After long minutes, the cadence of the music transformed once again, and his hands began to guide her as she moved in beat with the music. Closing her eyes, she permitted her body to commence to rock and sway with the rhythm of the drums. Her dark curls fall around her face and breast in a silky curtain. His grunts and growls blended with her cries as her hips began to move quicker in time with the melody, her hips bucking with every downbeat. Dark curls flew into the air as she tossed her head back her hips picking up momentum. He growled as her nails dug into his chest. On and on the drums drove her. She succumbed the music completely overtaking her forcing her to ride like a Valkyrie riding her stud into the fury of battle.

With a guttural moan, his hand once again fisted tightly in her hair, the other like a vice on her hip as he sat upright.

“MINE,” he snarled as his hips bucked, completely overtaking hers. “Sing for me sweet one. Make the heavens jealous of our passion.”

Helplessly, she encased his neck with her arms, clinging to him as his teeth sank into the swell of her breast. She felt her body contract, threatening to snap bones as her body arched against his. She felt his strain, and with one final thrust, he flung them both to the stars, their lamentations of passion carried to the stars on the ocean wind.

Utterly spent and breathless, they both collapsed to the Earth, chest to chest as he lay on his back. The music slowly faded as their breathing slowed. Her head lay against his chest listening to the slowing thunder of his heart as her body began to tremble. Strong arms wrapped themselves around her anchoring her to him as a hand began to knead the nape of her neck. He whispered to her endearments of love and reassurance. Her body quieted along with his. She closed her eyes, giving herself up to the warmth and safety of his harms, knowing that despite the passion that raged like the fire and music there will always be embers burning just beneath the surface.

-AR💋