Honeymooner's skinny dip.

(Another 'sex on the beach' piece, partly inspired by Lyrical Diva's "Riding the waves".)

I ran naked into the sea,
With bridegroom chasing after me,
Lured by my breasts and by my peach
(Kept till wedding night out of reach).

The water’s coldness caught me short
So quick, in his arms I was caught
With that firm grip around my waist,
While he sampled my salted taste.

I wriggled with my king of hunks,
Joking “Where have you left your trunks?”
Feeling his manhood come alive,
In the waves we began to swive.

He rubbed my breasts till they were hard,
To which I would give no red card,
Then he, with both arms, lift me up
And spread my legs so he could ‘tup’.

Revelling in honeymoon lust,
Into my walls he gently thrust,
Then he turned round towards the sand
Where, in shallows, on back I land.

To my ecstatic, long-drawn “Aaaah!”
His manhood penetrated far.
I twined my legs around his waste
And bid him come with soonest haste.

And so we speeded up the hump
Imprinting in the sand my rump,
Till his seed spouted deep inside,
As we were covered by the tide.

I thought I’d die in greatest bliss,
Then tide drew back with a near hiss.
Left wet and naked to the sun,
I gasped, “Darling, that was WELL DONE!”

We briefly rested on the shore,
Then I left him to withdraw,
So we could both rise from the ground
Before next big wave had us drowned.