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Thinly curtains dance with the crisp breeze of the open ocean, bedroom filling with its thick, salty air. Swirling under the long nightshirt, loosely clothing your body, nipping mercilessly at your bare skin.
Blanket clinging heavily atop your shoulders, fingers keeping the coral blue fabric from dropping onto the aged terracotta tiles lining the floor of the Greek home you'd rented for the following weeks. Escaping the bustle of life while fulfilling John's itch for Greece, nesting away in one of the country's many coastal towns, leaving only you, John, and the vast ocean to keep each other company.
Favoring John's companionship far more than the sound and smell of the blue body of water, stepping out into the open living room, coffee immediately tunnels up your nose. Kitchen steps away, home to a full pot of dark liquid, arousing little interest in you.
Desperate to gain back the warmth that lulled you to sleep the night prior. Needing to smell, to hear, to feel John's body after leaving you to wake in a cold bed, simmering with groggy annoyance.
Floating across matte tiles, eyes latching on the pair of legs, linen fabric clothing their long length, crossed over one another, relaxing atop a plush outdoor couch. Crossing past the open French doors, the view expanding, heart warming at the sight of John in his natural state.
Book held between the tips of his fingers, balancing atop his soft belly, glasses freshly pushed up the bridge of his nose. Hair slightly tamed down, missing the small tufts of hair towards the back, imagining he'd loosely combed a hand over his head just before pouring coffee into the mug, which now sits atop the table next to the couch.
Stepping closer, attracting John's brown eyes, a smile blooming across his lips, peaking the apples of his cheeks. Sharing the same smile, stopping at the side of the couch, arms uncovering themselves. Leaning down, reaching towards the man's face, gently cupping his newly stubbled cheeks. Planting pecking kisses upon his soft, coffee rich lips, mumbling a "Good morning" between each kiss.
Lips parting, rising from the warm exchange, gazing down into John's opening eyes, smiling at the sight of you again. Thumbs caressing his cheeks before moving away, knee rising, settling down on the opposite side of his legs. Saddling John's knees for the second it takes you to climb over them, lying down in the space between his warm body and the couch's back cushions.
Body spreading out mostly atop John's, even as he shifts towards the couch's edge. Covering both of you with the blue blanket, resting your head atop his chest, hearing the cool air enter his lungs. Spooning against his side, arms splaying, crossing his stomach, legs weaving with one another. Eyes closing with comfort as John's hand settles on your upper arm, his wide palm caressing the blanketed length of your arm.
"Did you sleep well?" He asks, voice rumbling within his chest cavity, swatting away the prickling fade of sleep from your mind.
"You weren't there when I woke up," you mumble, cheek smushed against his clothed chest.
"I'm sorry," he responds softly, imagining his brows furrowing faintly with a tender regret, eyes gazing down, feeling as they admire the top of your head. Squeezing the hill of your shoulder as another apology, hand parking on the flat of your back, leaving the moment to still.
Skin bathing in the sun that peaks past the corner of the home, ocean waves crashing against the land below, along with the occasional seagull, inviting blissful sleep to take your mind. Only it doesn't. Minutes pass, eyes swimming in the void of their closed lids, more than aware of your awakened state. Incapable of quelling the thoughts that swarm, legs buzzing with a much different sense of consciousness than your head's.
Thigh threaded between John's, resting, pressing against a familiar soft bulge. Known much more intimately to the palm of your hand, during moments of heat and longing, producing sweet moans and feathery moans from his lips.
Memories arouse a low hum of desire between your legs, tempting you to press yourself against John's hip, desire beginning to gnaw at the corners of your mind. Eyes fluttering open, attempting to ground yourself, even as daylight assaults them, demanding they close to banish the collection of lust that fuels your next actions.
Pulling the blanket aside, tossing it atop the couch's back cushion, not caring if it dropped into the ocean. Rising from your position on the couch, knee swinging over John's body, settling once again at the opposite side of his legs, straddling his lap. Hands resting atop his belly, just behind the spine of the book, his eyes leap off of and onto you.
Lips stretching into a smile before his does, only less sweet. Leaning down, humming as your lips connect, pressing harder onto John's soft bulge. Both hands cupping his cheeks, savoring the soft warmth of his loving lips, nearly losing your lustful appetite.
Clenching at the feel of John's hands meeting the tops of your thighs, gliding along their bare length, stopping at your hips. Moment unceasing, hearing his book fall to the floor, encouraging a slow grind from your hips, feeling the twitch of his lips, realizing your true motive. Kissing the smile drawn upon his lips, inspiring a smirk to take up your own, provoking a confident rhythm to your hips.
Faint hums develop promptly into moans of pleasure, rolling onto the hardening mass of John's cock, tenting under thin fabric. Moans bubbling up both of your throats, nerves feasting on the low buzz of stimulating friction, gorging till they become plump and spoiled.
Departing from John's lips, sitting up, peering down at his breathless state for the second it takes to find the hem of your own shirt. Yanking the loose shift off, exposing your nakedness to the ocean air and John's eyes. Hands pressing against the bare skin of your torso, stopping you from continuing.
"Someone's going to see," he warns, hands pulling you to him, attempting to cover you.
“Who's gonna see John? The fishes?” you reason, swatting away his hands. Sighing through his nose, mind caving to his cock, eyes flickering down from your eyes, consuming every part of you.
Watching his front teeth sinking into his bottom lip, hands swiftly working up the length of your bare torso, groping each inch of skin. Thumbs pressing into the aroused hills of your nipples, massaging circles into them, earning breathy sighs from your lips.
Head tilting back as his fingers take over, pinching the sensitive peaks of your nipples, pleasure prickling throughout your body. Hips starting again, earning muffled groans from his bitten lips, yet none of it was enough to satiate your urge for him and the cock throbbing below you.
Hands lifting off his belly, flying down, clawing at the hem of John's pants. Rising from his tented cock, freeing it from its clothed prison, holding it up as your other hand pulls the fabric of your underwear aside. Gaining John's help, pulling his pants down just enough for his balls to feel the heat of your ass, sinking down onto his cock.
Lips parting, emitting moans birthed from euphoric pleasure prickling up your feverish body. Hands steadying themselves atop John's belly as his bruising hands grip the meat of your hips, following as they start to rock.
Nirvana fluttering throughout your body, starting from your walls, John's cock shifts within, lulling your knees to start bouncing. Curses spill from your lips, mixing with the moans that grow in volume, surpassing the ocean's cry of crashing waves. Staring down at your John, soaking in the arousing sight of his brows knitted together handsomely, lips parted, moaning sighs, making out the gasped formation of your name.
Motivating your hips harder, hand lifting from John's stomach for the flat palm he offers, fingers conjoining. Discovering enough stability for the sound of skin to start, moist flesh slapping together along with velvet moans, creating an orchestra of your love.
"John," you cry, as his hips thrust up, meeting yours in the middle. Chest driving forward, nearly losing balance, feeling his fingertips digging into the space between your knuckles, keeping you up.
Recovering from the explosion of pleasure and crackling pain, embracing John's eager thrusts, even as your knees become weak, thigh muscles burning. Steadiness gradually dissipating, slamming down into John's thrusts, causing his hands to depart from yours.
Capturing your hips once again, accumulating the work, allowing your thighs to rest. Hands clasping around John's hairy wrists, feeling the tendons and muscles flex to still your hips for each thrust, needing to engulf his cock in every wet inch of you.
Eyes losing control within their sockets as your head tilts back, allowing a parade of incoherent curses blurring with the beginning of John's name. Hand lustlessly floating down, touching yourself as the peak of orgasmic paradise approaches, only for John's hand to swat you away. Head falling back down, peering into the soft brown eyes of the man below, working to bring you as near to the edge as he is.
Lasting no longer than a second after dominating the bloom of your orgasm, providing a sloppy rhythm as his hips thrust up, then halt, cumming deep within you. Filling with a burst of warmth as ropes of cum coat your walls. Moans curling from his plump lips, eyes fighting to stay open, to watch as you come undone.
Chest rising in the air, nipples tingling in the cool air, animalistic moans that call for your John singing from your lips, giving the fish below the coda to your love song.
Riding out the daze of your orgasm on John's throbbing cock, unmovingly pulsating with what cum still flows through his shaft. Legs relaxing under you, hearing as his vocal cords continue to work, whimpering as your hips rock on his softening length.
Leaning down, finding the soft surface of John's lips, hands flying through his messy hair. Tugging at short strands of hair, absorbing one another's moans that vibrate with each drawn out kiss, deciding only after a few more rolls on his cock to rise from John's soft length. Sitting up, causing drops of warm cum to land atop his length and belly, following his eyes, watching as more spills out of you.
Smiling with satisfaction, sitting down in the pool of cum as the sludge of white liquid stops oozing out of you. Leaning down once again, kissing John's lips, feeling his hands soothe over the length of your thighs. Giving one last peck to the man's lips before parting with them, gazing into his brown irises, nearly losing yourself in their sea of devotion.
"I'm going to take a shower," you start, watching the spark within John's eyes grow, cheeks rising to his eyes as he smiles. "You're welcome to join me," you offer, before sliding off the man.
Legs becoming jelly as you begin to walk, hearing John groan behind you, getting up from the couch. Glancing back, seeing as he follows close behind, cum dripping down his belly onto the length of his cock and thighs, tempted to lick it all up.
Reaching out a hand, meeting John's eyes before he takes it, allowing you to lead him through the home. Releasing him once stepping into the bathroom, slipping off the stained underwear from your body while making your way to the shower. Hearing as John sheds his outfit as you turn on the water, feeling his eyes still on you, continuing to devour every inch of your body.
Stepping under the water once satisfied with the temperature, prompting John to join. Arms snaking around you, leaning back onto his chest, your back tickled by the hair covering his chest.
Turning in his arms, gazing into the man's eyes, cupping the side of his neck. Hands resting against your back as he leans in, dipping both of you forward, soaking you both in the rainfall of warm water. Kissing the smiles on each other's lips, knowing round two wasn't too far off, feeling John's hardening cock twitch against your thigh.