Ocean Waves

I am at the ocean.
Relaxing on my beach chair.
Listening to the gulls.
And the waves.
Eyes closed.
Arms crossed above my head.
Wrists resting comfortably
On the cool metal bar.
The feeling makes me smile.
I miss you.
But not for long.
You have been
Silently stalking me.
Your hand
Unexpectedly
Grips my crossed wrists.
I only slightly startle.
I know your hands.
Your touch.
You chuckle.
Your free hand
Slides slowly
Down my arm,
To my throat,
Possessively.
Reminding me,
Warning everyone
That you are mine
And I am yours.
You tilt my chin up.
Our lips meet.
Even upside down
Your kisses
Make me shiver.
Make we want you.
You open a chair
And slide it
Up against mine
You’re shivering,
You say,
Are you cold?
Let me help with that.
You throw a towel
Across my lap,
Slip your hand
Under the towel,
Under my bikini,
And say,
Stay still.
Don’t make a sound.
You slide through my slickness
And begin lightly stroking.
The need to move,
To groan,
Is immediate and
Overwhelming.
This is working.
I begin to lower my hands
To the arms of the chair
To have something
To hold on to.
You say,
No.
Leave them.
And I know all I can do
Is simply ride the waves
So I do.
I have no idea
How I stayed
Quiet and still
For you.
But I did.
Other than
Pulsing and
Throbbing
Around you,
I was so still.
But you felt
Those small movements
That you purposely caused.
And you chuckled again
And said,
You moved.
I’ll punish you for that
When you get back.
And you walked away,
With a kiss to my forehead,
Saying,
I hope you are
Enjoying the beach.
Oh, yes.
I am now.
So much.