[ He doesn't need to coax very much; her hips launch into a serpentine roll with little urging. It's still a measured pace, as if to insist that she is not in a rush. Something about the idea of vacation sex, to her, seems like it is meant to be indulgent and savored.
With the sound of ocean waves and the distant calls of seagulls carried in on the breeze, she really does feel further away from everyday life than she ever has before. Like nothing matters except the sea and the two of them.
She moans against his mouth, one of her hands slipping behind his neck. Her breath comes in sharp gasps, and when she has to stop kissing him to better get air, her forehead presses to his, lips still so close that they brush. ]
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With the sound of ocean waves and the distant calls of seagulls carried in on the breeze, she really does feel further away from everyday life than she ever has before. Like nothing matters except the sea and the two of them.
She moans against his mouth, one of her hands slipping behind his neck. Her breath comes in sharp gasps, and when she has to stop kissing him to better get air, her forehead presses to his, lips still so close that they brush. ]