Page 44 of Third Degree

“Did you just call me an old man?” His smile illuminated the darkness, and I couldn’t help but be captivated.

“What if I did?” I giggled mischievously, teasing him with a twinkle in my eyes.

“Well, then I believe such an offense deserves a fitting punishment, amore,” he declared, leaning down to scoop up some ocean water and playfully splashing it in my direction.

“Oh my God!” Laughter erupted from me as the salty water dampened the bottom of my dress, which was clinging to my skin.

“Amore, have you ever skinny-dipped?” His voice lowered, and I could sense his presence drawing closer, his hands gently grasping the straps of my dress. His warm lips brushed against my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine.

“No,” I managed to whisper. My breath caught in my chest as anticipation hung in the air, suddenly charged with an undeniable sensuality.

As our laughter subsided, a charged silence was accompanied by the rhythmic lapping of the ocean waves. We stood there, facing each other, our eyes locked in a passionate gaze. The darkness seemed to envelop us, adding an air of mystery and intimacy to the moment.

With a subtle nod, we both understood the unspoken desire that danced between us. He had given me my first kiss, my first orgasm, so why not let him have another first?

Slowly, almost hesitantly, we began to shed our layers. He toyed with the straps of my dress before swinging me around, so my back was to his chest. I felt the cool metal of the zipper start to pull down as the dress started to fall in front of me.

I was in a strapless bra and lace boy shorts and just as the dress hit the sand, I could feel his warm, calloused hands glide down my stomach.

“You are a vision,” he mused in a raspy whisper.

I turned around to face Elio, my heart beating faster . It had been twelve years since I had exposed myself in front of a man, and even though I felt at ease with Elio, the echoes of my puritan upbringing shamefully crept into my thoughts. The weight of societal expectations and the fear of disappointing my family loomed over me, casting a shadow on this intimate moment.

In a culture that dictated women should remain untouched while men freely indulged, I couldn’t help but question my own actions.

Sensing my inner turmoil, Elio gently placed his hands on my chin, tilting my head upward to meet his eyes in the darkness of the night. His touch reassured me as if he could discern the battles raging within me. I nodded, silently acknowledging his words of encouragement.

“Live in the moment,” he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of understanding. His eyes held a depth that captivated me, urging me to let go of inhibitions and embrace the present.

“Let me.” With newfound confidence, I extended my hand toward his pants, feeling the fabric under my fingertips. Slowly, deliberately, I began to unzip his trousers, allowing them to fall and merge with the sand below. In that act, I defied the ingrained teachings that had governed my thoughts for so long, freeing myself from the shackles of societal norms.

In that transformative instant, I chose to be present, embrace my desires, and let go of the weight of judgment. It was a quiet rebellion against the constraints that had held me back, a step toward self-discovery and embracing my sensuality.

Piece by piece, clothing fell to the ground, revealing the vulnerable beauty beneath. Moonlight softly illuminated the contours of our bodies, casting gentle shadows on the canvas of our shared liberation.

There was a rawness, a palpable anticipation, as we stood in our underwear before each other, basking in the freedom of the night. I noticed that time had done nothing to Elio except make him stronger. My powerful man, kissed by the stars of the night.

I watched as Elio’s eyes traced the curves of my body, his gaze filled with a mixture of reverence and desire. I, too, hungrily drank in the sight of his distinguished form.

We stood there, vulnerable and unguarded, ready to surrender to our desire and the allure of the ocean’s waves. As if the air was too suffocating with the demand vibrating through it, I quickly ran toward the ocean, shimmying out of my underwear and unclasping my bra on my way there.

“Last one in is the loser!” I jumped into the darkness of the water and let the ocean pull me in.

There was something so unnerving about diving into the ocean when it was dark outside, not knowing what was underneath the waves or where you were going. It was thrilling.

“You are devious, rosa mia.”

I felt the current abruptly change as he appeared next to me. I was only about waist deep, but with the rolling waves, most of my chest was covered. Plus, in the blanket of night, I felt an air of confidence.

“Thank you,” I whispered as I slid closer to him. His salt-and-pepper hair fell onto his forehead, his faded tattoos displayed across his chest.

“For what?” he murmured in return.

I was so close to him that within the ocean waves, our chests were touching. I could feel him against my thigh, and he was thick and engorged.

“For everything.” I slid my hands around his burly chest so that the waves didn’t pull me farther, using him as an anchor. “For what you sacrificed for me twelve years ago. For being there for me. For bringing me here. For not looking at me like I am a lost, immature little girl.”

“You are anything but that, and you don’t need to apologize for it. I want you to see what I do. I want you to look in the mirror and see the strong, powerful woman that I saw even all those years ago.” He leaned down until I could feel his breath against my mouth. “I am going to kiss you now.”

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