The Drums Carry the Rhythm

A bonfire casts light against the night air and figures dance, creating wavy shadows upon the sand as they move. The drums echo into the silence of the sand dunes, carrying long forgotten, instinctive movements along the airwaves. We join them, hand in hand, arms touching, bodies catching the movements and using them, turning the shadows into mated lovers, mirroring them. The air smells of sand and ocean, of sex.

I am swept up in the movement, feeling heady with the scents filling my nostrils, the sights and sounds before me and within me. Your hand trails up my arm and across my shoulder before making it's way down my side, causing me to shiver as your hand flits across my skin before finding a resting place against my lower back, pulling me close to you.

Your hand raises my face to yours and your mouth captures mine, kissing me deeply and dragging a moan from me, helpless to you already. I open my eyes and look into yours, seeing the perigee moon looking back at me, your gaze egging me on, heavy with desire. I press myself closer to you, biting my lip slightly as my hand makes a trail of it's own across your back.

A small hut stands off to the side, providing little more than a place to lay down up off of the sand. We slowly make our way to it, your hand caressing my ass. Upon arrival, you grasp me in a crushing kiss that takes my breath away before bending me over onto the seat within the hut. Your hand flits across my ass before you begin a tempo of your own, beginning soft and slow, stopping here and there to caress once more before continuing on. Swiftly your rhythm increases until I am whimpering and moving underneath you.

Having had enough of this game, you move, thrusting into me swiftly, taking me with the heat of your cock and allowing me no chance to regain any composure before you start fucking me, causing me to cry out and fly even higher. My muscles spasm around your cock as I cum, my orgasm blending itself with the drum beats in the distance.

Still you fuck me, taking your pleasure, wringing every ounce of moisture from my wet cunt. Your nails run down my back, causing a purr to rumble all the way through to your cock before you thrust hard and once more I'm spun off into another orgasm, my juices running down my legs. Your hands wrap around my hips, thrusting your cock harder and faster, causing one orgasm to fall into another and yet another.

Your breathing growing ragged, I can feel your cock grow larger as you get closer and I increase my own rhythm against you, milking your cock, wanting every ounce you give to me. You continue your pace until I begin to wonder if it was my imagination before you finally tumble over the precipice and cum with me.

Gathering our wits about us, we make our way back to the bonfire and bid a fond farewell to others still enjoying the party and getting a grin in return as they see the satisfied smiles on our faces. We return to the house, taking a shower to ensure sand isn't in unwanted places, before falling into bed, our arms entangled. Our breathing relaxes, providing a perfect counterpart to each other.