Sail away with us

She lies back on the beach towel. The sun catches the bare curve of her hip, skin still warm from the swim. Sandy reaches up, fingers dragging along his stomach, pulling him down between her legs. He kisses her hard, open-mouthed, while her hand finds the heat between them, stroking him until he's heavy in her palm. She hooks her legs around his waist, guiding him in with a slow, tight glide. The ocean hisses up the sand, then recedes, matching the steady rock of their hips. Her nails dig into his back when she comes, thighs shaking. He follows close behind, buried deep, hips grinding through it. They don't speak after. No need. The sun dries the salt off their bodies while they breathe against each other's skin.