She'd been lost in thought, standing on the rocks overlooking the ocean. Rob had told her that Peggy's Cove was beautiful, but she'd not realized how much of an understatement that was until she'd arrived. The surf surged and crashed onto the rock face, stone that had withstood its assault for years beyond memory. The place spoke of time and endurance. The tall lighthouse behind her overlooked all, the ridge of stone it was built upon blocking sight of the land behind, so that it appeared as if she was standing in the middle of the ocean. She'd stood that way for long minutes, alone, the rocks empty of the tourists that often were here.
Now Beth laid her head back, her hand coming up to slide into Rob's hair, leaning back into his embrace. His right hand slid up to cup her breast for a moment, gently, that loving touch that sent a shiver through her. She turned, sinking into his arms, arms that circled her, pulled her in close. She loved that feeling; Rob's hugs had a safe, blanketing effect, like he was blocking out the whole world, and she was his sole focus. His lips found hers, softly at first, and then rapidly gave way to that hungry, deeper kiss, lips parting, his tongue teasing between, asking hers to dance. They held that way, lost in each other for long moments, her hands raking his back, his sliding down to pull her tight against him. Finally they broke the kiss.
"Follow me," he smiled, a look in his eyes that sent a shiver through her.
He led Beth down the rocks, closer to the surf, the stone here broken like giant steps, until they were screened from the rest of the ridge. It was like someone had cut blocks straight from the rock, leaving gaps between, and here they stopped. Beth felt like they were completely alone now, only the ocean, the stone, and the two of them. When he pulled her close, an almost ferocious hunger in his eyes, her hand pressed to his chest, and she could feel his heart beating wildly under her palm. Rob kissed her again, his lips still tender, yet she could feel him shaking slightly, fighting to keep the animal inside at bay. That realization was the final trigger. She knew how much he hungered for her, knew how much he wanted her, yet would not allow himself to free that passion until she was ready. And suddenly she wanted him here, now.
Rob was surprised at the sudden change. In a moment Beth was pressing tight to him, her hands moving over him, kissed hungry, passionate, unchained. He moaned, a rumbling, deep sigh, and pulled her tight, returning her kisses with equal intensity, their tongues teasing, dancing, his lips trailing to her neck, lifting her against him, sliding to her breasts. He trailed his tongue down between them, his chin catching in the neck of her blouse, pulling, over, another moan breaking from him as he found her nipple, already erect, greeting him. He suckled her, tongue circling, licking, teeth grazing her pebbled flesh, her hands pulling him closer. Then she stopped him, pressing him back against the rocks with one hand on his chest, looking up into his eyes as she slid her other hand to his jeans.
His head lifted involuntarily in reaction to her squeeze, a gasp, his eyes closing for a moment as his body shook. Then Beth's fingers were moving, loosing the button on his jeans, then his zipper, hands peeling back his denims, freeing him. She paused for a moment, eyes drinking in the sight, and then took him, her lips surrounding his heat, tongue teasing the spot she knew would bring the most pleasure. Beth slid one hand up under his shirt, fingers reaching to close on his chest, his hairs trapped between, her other hand holding his length, guiding. At the first touch, she felt him shudder, shake, and as she moved on him his hands seemed to be lost... at first gripping the stone at his back, then, finally controlled, gently sliding into her hair, trembling slightly as her lips nursed him. Suddenly his fingers were pulling her, up, away, warning he could take no more.
Beth considered not stopping, but relented finally. Another part of her demanded satisfaction. She had felt that familiar tingle, that low, throbbing heat building from the moment his hands had slid around her, and now her body was demanding attention. Rob's hands were there, fingers deftly releasing her, freeing her of her jeans and he was lifting her, his hands pulling her high, her legs around his, her hand reaching down to guide his length, guide him to her... yes... there. Beth's eyes caught his at that moment, as his tip pressed into the mouth of her cleft, then paused. She saw her hunger mirrored there, the raw passion echoed in his eyes, but she saw more. Beyond the passion, beyond the sexual, beyond mere desire. She saw love. It arrested her for that split second... but it was not a trick of the light.
In Rob's eyes she read the words he'd not yet spoken; she could not deny it was there. He wasn't even making an attempt to hide it, his face more open, more innocent in that moment than she'd ever seen before. Her heart filled, overflowed, like a sudden pressure building and releasing within her, and she melted against him, her lips finding his, her body sinking to take his length inside. She closed her eyes against the sudden wetness she felt brimming in them, lifting her body on his as they moved together in a perfect rhythm. She felt that glow rising in her, building faster than it ever had before, wave upon wave moving her higher. Her hand sliding behind his neck, pulling herself over his body, to fall again as he filled her, rising, sliding, building, until she shook, spasming inside, gripping him where he filled her, crying out against his lips as her orgasm broke over her, lifted her, carried in a wave of passion and release beyond her control. Rob followed close, his own triggered by Beth's, and she felt his fingers grip her tightly, holding, as he throbbed within her, again, again, pressing deep, a grip that spoke of never letting go, his own guttural cry lost in the sound of the waves crashing around them.
They held that way for long moments, not moving, only softening in their grips of each other, until he sank slowly down to sit, holding her, cradled on his legs, arms once again around her in that protective manner she loved. Finally he spoke.
"I love you, you know."
A smile quirked the edges of Beth's mouth, her head resting against his chest, her eyes closed.
"I know."
The Cove
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