Abi M

We head out into deep water, intimacy seeping into our tongues, which loosen and entwine. We slip off our clothes, they snuggle together confidentially. He tastes warm, bitter ' his hands trace out his longing over the curve of my hips, under my breasts. New hands, unfamiliar hands. I stroke his penis, long and lean, he pulls me closer it warms my belly, I feel wet, ready.