The Bogey Hole

At the Bogey hole....

We can go to the water, and dive in to its refreshing sweet coolness, and taste the sea on our faces.
We can tease and flirt in the water, and you can chase me to pin me to the edge of the pool.
There you can explore me with your hands and kiss me all over until you want nothing more than to hold me close to you while we reach new heights in our pleasure,
as you slowly place yourself within me, while we hold ourselves together at the edge of he pool.
Your eyes close, and you sink into me as you resign yourself to my touch. As we move together, our breathing becomes ragged and heavy.
Time and awareness blur together, as the rocks bite into our flesh and we find pleasure together at the edge of the pool.
Your kisses become soft and we clamber from the salt pool, our skin slick with the glimmer of the sun on the water, and the moment we just shared.
We seat ourselves on a rug, and enjoy the fresh fruits and delicate accompaniments from the markets. Conversation is easy.
Your reclining body shines in the half-light, filtering in through the door of the cave, and the heat of the day dissipates still in the water we left behind.
A piece of chocolate melts slowly on my tongue, and you pour lemon drinks for us. The smoothness and tart clash marvellously in my mouth.
The sun begins to wane, and the tide drops. The water in the pool is still, yet the waves crash on in a neverending march to meet the land.
You take my hand gently and rise to kiss my lips, flavoured with intertwining tastes from the picnic basket, and of salt from the pool.
You pull me into you with a ferocity matched only by your passion, and within your eyes burns a fire only I can quench.
You lay me down at the mouth of the cave, and you kiss your way along my body, savouring every morsel as the heat begins to rise in the deepest parts of my body.
As though sensing this, you rise to the occasion, your manhood pressing firmly at your shorts, and you are eager to have me again.
All over you caress and kiss me, from the tip of my collarbone to the delicate, deep blush pink of my freshly damp puss. You inhale my aroma, and are instantly aroused.
With gentle, swift movements, your body is suddenly above me, your hands cradling my head as you fiercely kiss my yearning lips.
Gently you touch yourself to me, and I feel the heat of your gift to me, as it opens the door to my most private of places.
Within me you glide effortlessly through my juices. All the while you kiss me and hold me, and your pelvis and mine rock together in a heavenly dance meant only for us.
Our urgency increases, and softly your name escapes my lips and is heard only by you and God. Your gentle moan engulfs me.
My every sense filled with you, I am acutely aware as your pleasure builds, as my own continues to course through me like waves through the nearby pool.
I become carnal in my need, and I feel a thrill at the taste of the skin on your neck and the feel of my nails over your back and firm buttocks.
Your movements gently rock me, and I can feel my nubbin pushing against your pelvis with each stroke, building the anticipation.
My pleasure reaches its apex, and the silken day is shattered into shards of ecstasy and blurred by the pleasure you impart to me which knows no physical boundaries.
At the same moment, I feel you stiffen all over, and you hold me tight as your hot semen flows into me, and I am flattered.
Still within me, You push up, and kiss me deeply, passionately, as you caress my face and soul. Your eyes show more than you can say.
Our bodies glowing with a film of sweat from our lovemaking, a dip in the cool depths of the ocean pool becomes our last before heading back up the stairs to the car.
Content and tired, we hold hands all the drive home, and sleep almost immediately after.