Romantic Erotica
"Tale of the Black Sea" a sex story by Lara Kairos
The sunlight splattered into billions of sparkles dancing in the aquamarine water. A rowboat, blue paint peeling off the seats and sides, plowed through the lazy waves of the Black Sea, leaving the beach with its suntan-obsessed vacationers far behind.
Vadim relished the physical exertion in his shoulders and arms, as he pushed the oars in the water. It made him feel strong and manly.
“We are almost there, Marina,” he said and looked at the girl in a red bikini, sitting at the stern. He loved the sight of her, her light suntan and her dark hair pulled up in a ponytail. “I used to go fishing there with the boys.”
Despite her sunglasses, Marina squinted against the sun when looking at the rocks in the distance. The boat moved in spurts, and muscles rolled under Vadim’s skin with each thrust. Drops of water had long dried on his tanned shoulders.
She remembered how he kissed her on the beach the day before, and a slight throb rose in her lower body. They had come there shortly before sundown, when nearly everyone had left. The breeze was getting cooler, almost chilly after the scorching heat of the midday sun, and he shielded her from it. His big body over hers, Vadim kissed her neck and lower, then pulled down her bikini top. The heat of his lips burned her nipple, chilled by the wet fabric. She barely avoided a moan. A wild thought that he might take her right on the sand had run through her mind.
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But he hadn't taken her then. His mouth had devoured her breasts, and she was dissolving in his passion and her love for him. Although they were to get married in a little over a month, she still hardly believed it. There had been other girls, curvy and outgoing, in their university class, but Vadim, tall and blond like a Viking, fell for her, stick-thin and shy.
She was to cross the threshold from virginity to womanhood soon. The thought of it always caused a sinking feeling in her lower body. Would she be good for Vadim in bed? Back home in Moscow, her mother had filled her in on what men wanted from women and admonished her to eat more to put some weight on for a more feminine look.
It was her third day in Vadim’s small hometown in the sunburned steppe by the sea. His mother cordially fed her with homemade cherry pie, dumplings in sour cream and hearty borscht soup, exclaiming that in Moscow they must have been starving her.
Each morning she saw Vadim wash his face and torso by the well in the garden. His smile made her want to forego her breakfast and rush to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him. At the same time, the anticipation of the ultimate intimacy soon to come made her knees weaken. There were moments when Marina wished to be already done and over with it, but other times she wanted to prolong the bliss of innocence.
“You’re so at home here, at the sea, Vadim.” She trailed her fingers in the glimmering water, and, for a second, wondered how he would look fully naked.
“I grew up here. Everything is about the sea here.”
The sound of his name on her lips made his heart skip a beat. Vadim wanted to have her in his arms now, but his hands were busy rowing. He remembered yesterday, her petite form next to him, and the taste of seawater on her nipples. How different she was from the earthy local girls, who were sun-scorched and loud-talking.
It was real and unreal at the same time that Marina had come here with him and was to become his wife soon, having chosen him over the sharp Moscow guys. The big city folks in their class were a caste of their own, endowed with family connections and knowledge of finer things. In her apartment, two rooms and a kitchen that Marina shared with her parents and sister, her mother treated him to tea, and talked of books and theater, and he was careful not to harm the dainty china. Whenever Marina visited his dorm room, her quiet reserve made each of his seven roommates put his best foot forward. Even Petka the Siberian abstained from his Neanderthal humor.
They had kissed and necked aplenty in the drafty school corridors, in the darkness of cinemas, in the company of museum sculptures, in the view of passers-by in parks, and in the comfort of her home with her parents behind the wall. She was the girl to admire, not to paw over, and he worshipped her with his kisses.
Now they were by themselves a lot, not having to contend with family, friends and dorm mates, and he found an immense pleasure in showing her around his childhood haunts. As he ached for a deeper knowledge of her, the thought of claiming her someday soon stirred and intimidated him.
Marina rose and advanced toward him. Vadim stopped rowing, trying to still the boat. She cupped his cheeks, his reflection in her sunglasses. Her breasts, hugged by the red fabric, were excruciatingly close. She leaned into his face, about to kiss him. The boat swayed when a larger wave hit it. She fell onto him, and her lips jammed against his forehead.
They laughed as she gripped his shoulders, trying to steady herself.
“I’d better sit down—the boat’s rocking too much.” Marina made her way back to her seat.
Vadim admired the curve of her hips, as she settled on the crude plank. The fresh breeze softened the high sun, the sea was friendly, the boat glided in the rippling waves and Marina was here with him.
They crossed the bay and arrived at a small patch of a beach, nestled at the foot of steep rocks. The dense sand was still wet after the recent high tide. Vadim got out of the boat. Knee-deep in the water, he helped Marina climb out, then guided the boat ashore.
Marina waded toward the beach, waves lapping at her smooth thighs. The sight of her svelte torso, as she balanced herself with her arms, enthralled him.
The boat rocked and the rough wood grazed his thigh. Vadim snapped out of his trance and reached for the chain in the bottom of the boat. With all his force, he pulled the vessel onto the beach and fastened the chain around a large boulder.
“Those rocks are like castle walls.” Marina threw her head back to look at the tops of the rocks. “No sun here at all.”
“The only way you can get here is by sea,” Vadim grinned, as he took a duffel bag out of the boat and deposited it on the sand.
Marina laid a large striped towel on the drier spot near the jagged rock wall, and sat down on it, hugging her knees and clutching her sunglasses in her hand. Her darkened eyes met Vadim’s and a great tingling sensation filled his abdomen.
“Just a sec—I’ll check the boat.” Vadim attempted to sound casual.
God, how unbearably he was attracted to her soft voice, to the deep green of her eyes, to her way of arranging things so neatly and carefully. The sight of her now was almost too much for him to behold, and he needed a distraction to hide his weakness.
As he fiddled with the rusty chain, he realized that he was getting visibly hard in his swim trunks and that Marina’s bewitching eyes were on him. He jerked the chain, pretending to assert his command over the boat, and glanced at Marina. She smiled faintly, her cheeks blushing.
“Want to take a dip, Marina?” Vadim turned and strolled back to her.
“Yes—yes.” She got to her feet. “This place feels like it belongs to us only.”
“Great for skinny-dipping,” Vadim blurted out and instantly regretted it. Marina glanced away from him, as if not sure what to make of his remark.
“I‘m joking,” he back-pedaled. “You’re beautiful today.”
He followed Marina into the cool water. The waves met her body first, then carried on to Vadim, as if they were passing a touch of her on to him. He came up behind her and put his arms around her stomach underwater. She leaned against his chest, and he felt his cock meet the softness of her back. Her breathing became heavier. Vadim kissed her neck. The vanilla scent of her hair mingled with the tangy sea spray.
Then their lips joined together, and she wasn’t shy anymore. Her tongue played with his, and their kiss tasted of salt and sea.
His hand slid up her abdomen, and his fingers found the stretchy band of her bikini just under the roundness of her breast. His mouth still on hers, he sneaked under the band, and his hand cupped her mound, the weight of it now resting in his palm. His other thumb grazed over her nipple, soft at first, and then suddenly firm and peaked. A hot wave coursed through his body. Marina let out a small gasp, but in a second she was kissing him again.
“I want you, Marina.” His voice sounded alien to him. “All of you. Now.”
She didn’t answer, and his heart sunk. Of course, he pushed too hard.
Vadim opened his arms, and she headed towards the land, adjusting a loosened strap of her bikini with one hand. He didn’t move.
Ashore, Marina turned and saw him still standing in the water, his face looking a little lost. A realization swelled up in her mind: the time had come. It was in her power to say no and postpone their final intimacy, but her will was wavering.
“Vadim?” She suddenly craved the feel of his body against hers. “Are you coming out too?”
In an instant he was next to her.
“I love you, Marina.” He pulled her down on the soft towel, and they were kissing again.
He held her small shoulders in his hands, as his lips made their way down her neck. Marina threw her head back and her ponytail came loose. Before she had time to think about her hair, Vadim put his hand under her head, undoing her ponytail completely. He nibbled at her neck, and she pressed herself against him, her wet bikini top meeting his bare chest.
Vadim pulled away to give his hands more room. Marina pushed her bosom toward him, and he held her down by her shoulder.
She obeyed him and sank back into the towel. Vadim untied the bikini straps behind her neck, freeing her small breasts with enticingly large nipples. He cupped one of them, and saw her bite her lower lip.
Her face flushed, she shifted away, but he didn’t let his fingers part with her darkened nipple. In a second she was pressing herself into his palm, her hand stroking his chest.
Vadim undid the clasp of her bikini and pulled it out of the way. She fell back, all open to him. His lips were hot on her breast; her skin was cool from the water. Her hands gripped his shoulders when his tongue licked and circled her hardened nipple. He moved to the other breast, taking her nipple into his mouth and savoring it on his tongue. Her chest rose and fell. Another squeeze of his teeth on her nipple, and she moaned, grinding her hips onto him.
Vadim hated the barrier of the fabrics between them. He sat up and, with one hand, he pulled his trunks off. His cock sprang free, hard and alert.
Marina held her breath at the sight of his nakedness. It was to be expected, and, still, it came as a surprise to her. Her head swimming, she was already hot and wet between her legs. There was no way back. She closed her eyes, giving all of herself to her man.
He stroked her thigh, and his touch relaxed her. His hands tugged at her bikini bottom, pulling it down.
“Vadim—” Her voice wavered, and she paused. “I—I’ve never done it before…”
“I’ll be gentle, Marina.” Vadim couldn’t take his eyes off the dark tuft of hair peeking out of the bikini.
As his fingers wove through the dark curls, he felt the secret slit, and it drove him insane. He pulled off the remaining part of her swimsuit, and flung it away.
His hand probed her folds. He was aching to plunge into her, but wanted her to be ready, too. When his fingertip landed on a sensitive spot, Marina gripped his hand and made him rub it harder. Her eyes opened, and he held her gaze.
“I like it,” she whispered, and he was happy to please her more, rubbing and teasing her clit.
He peppered her face with kisses, and she smiled at him, opening her legs wider for him. When he covered her with his body, and lodged his hard cock between her thighs, she said something.
He stopped trailing kisses down her neck. “Are you okay?”
“Oh—it’s so much for me,” she breathed, and it was the sweetest melody to his ears. “But I want more…”
He pushed against the wet heat of her pussy, and finally his cock entered her tight opening. Marina tensed up, and Vadim pulled back a little, still remaining inside her. He questioned her with his eyes. After a momentary hesitation, she gave him a tiny nod, and he covered her face with eager kisses.
Marina closed her eyes again, consumed by the unfamiliar sensations of him moving inside of her. A small twinge of pain, and he went deeper. Back and forth, back and forth, her cheek pressed against his chin, and his arms around her. She moved her hips, adjusting to him between her bent legs, and, suddenly, he struck a tender spot inside her, sending a surge of aching pleasure through her whole body. She moaned, arching in his arms, and he hit it again, making her want more.
Vadim couldn’t restrain himself anymore. He pumped into her fervently, pushing apart the walls inside her. Her legs hugged him, and her fingernails dug into his back, as she ground herself onto him with his every thrust. With a growl, he exploded and sank into his beloved Marina. He held her, shaking, in his embrace until she stilled under him. Blissfully languid, he kissed her rosy cheeks, her closed eyes and her soft lips.
Marina’s eyes opened and she whispered, “I love you, Vadim.”
“I love you too.” He rolled off of her, still holding her in his arms.
Marina looked into his face. Her finger traced the contour of his mouth, and he caught it with his lips. He searched for something to say. “I’m going to look for an apartment when we’re back in Moscow.”
Damn. He cursed himself for his dull talk.
“You’re as practical as ever,” Marina chuckled, and he loved the sound of her voice. She was so accepting of him, his most cherished woman in the whole universe.
The sun, obscured by the rock wall, continued on its path down to the horizon. The shadows deepened. The breeze grew colder, and Vadim held Marina tighter in his embrace. They lay together, united in their love and suspended in the eternity. This treasure was theirs only.
Copyright October 2011, Lara Kairos
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