Chapter 91

Out on Perranporth beach, Sara and Jon had taken a slight detour from their route along the water’s edge, going up to the Watering Hole where they picked up coffee to go. The bar was busy, and Alex served them quickly with a grin and a quick ‘hello’, then got back to work. They wandered back out onto the beach, which was almost deserted now as the sun sank lower, creeping toward evening.

They just kept walking, out beyond the cliff edge until they reached the wide beach at the other end, nearer to the wooden staircase. Neither of them spoke much, trying to avoid the subject of their impending separation, just holding hands and sipping coffee. Their walk took them all the way past the staircase, to the very furthest reach of the sandy beach, where their way was barred by high cliffs with no way around. Sara turned and headed inland, until she reached the tall sand dunes, and she sat down at the bottom of a dune, just gazing out to sea. Jon sat next to her, draping his arm around her, and she snuggled up close, her arm around his waist as they finished their coffee.

“This place is beautiful.” Sara said eventually, still watching the sea as the dying sun began to burnish it with a lustrous bronze light.

“Mm-hm. I’m glad I came over here.” He squeezed her a little tighter. “I’m glad we sorted things out, baby.”

“Me too. D’you think we should head back? Before it gets dark.”

“Probably.” Jon glanced over Sara’s head, back toward the town, then sat a little straighter. “Uh - there could be a problem with that, Sara.”

“What?”

“The sea. We can’t get past the cliffs any more - the tide’s come in.”

Sara swung her head to look. He was right - the beach had been swallowed up by the incoming tide while they weren’t paying attention, and the waves were breaking at the bottom of the cliffs - where there had been maybe two hundred yards of dry sand before.

“Oh, shit! Are we stuck here, then?”

“I guess - until the tide goes out again. We could always try the cliff path - there’s still enough light to do that.”

Turning around to look up at him, Sara grinned wickedly.

“Or we could always just wait here. I’m sure we could pass the time somehow. We could, I don’t know, explore the dunes?”

“We could do that.” Jon was grinning now, too, knowing exactly what she meant - and it didn’t have too much to do with exploring sand dunes.

He stood up and pulled Sara to her feet, still grinning at her as she leaned into him for a kiss then broke away, looking up the dunes a little doubtfully.

“D’you think we’ll be able to get up there? The sand looks awfully soft.”

“Sure we will. Come on!”

Grabbing Sara’s hand, Jon went at the dune at a run, dragging her with him, and they fought their way up, every step they took gaining them only inches as the sand crumbled under their feet. Sara pulled her hand from Jon’s, heading off to one side where tufts of the tough, wiry grass were growing, their roots helping hold the sand more firmly and letting her pull ahead of Jon. Her lighter weight helped, too, but Jon followed her example, his boots finding better purchase on the grass, and they were level when they reached the top of the dune, panting hard but grinning in triumph.

“We made it!” Sara giggled, looking back down to the beach, amazed at how high they’d climbed.

Her face was flushed with the exertion and her eyes sparkling as Jon crossed from his side of the dune to stand close to her, Sara gazing out to sea.

“So beautiful.” Jon murmured, and Sara nodded, still watching the water.

“It is, isn’t it?

“I wasn’t talking about the beach, darlin’. I meant you.”

“Oh.” The sparkle faded from her eyes as she looked at him, a fiery glow taking it’s place, and Sara took Jon’s hand again, leading him deeper into the dunes without another word.

The top of the dunes had been sculpted into deep hollows by the elements, the spiky grasses lining the edges and leaving the centre clear, like the nest of some huge bird. Sara led Jon into the centre of one hollow, turning to face him in the soft sand with a smile on her lips.

“So, do you think there’s anyone else around?” She asked softly, moving closer and letting Jon gather her into his arms.

“I doubt it. Anyway - nobody can see us down here, baby.” He pressed his hips forward, grinding gently against her with a grin. “So what did you have in mind?”

Without even bothering to answer, Sara unbuttoned his jeans so she could scratch her fingers down through the coarse hair, her other hand now unzipping him. Jon gave a soft groan as she touched him, and he unfastened her jeans, too, pushing them down so they fell in the sand. Sara stepped back slightly, kicking her feet free from the jeans.

“Take off your shirt.” She told Jon, at the same time pulling her own t shirt over her head.

Jon obeyed, then reached out to her, tugging the band from her hair so the ponytail fell away, her hair falling to her waist as she stood there in just a couple of scraps of lacy underwear. Trying to pull his jeans off over his boots, Jon overbalanced and landed on his ass in the sand, and Sara stood above him, laughing.

“C’mon Sara - help me out here!” He pleaded, holding up a hand to Sara, but when she took it, to pull him to his feet, Jon pulled harder, toppling her on top of him instead.

She stopped laughing as his mouth took hers, his tongue in her mouth driving the amusement from her mind, and she felt his hands behind her, unsnapping her bra. Sara pulled the bra off and dropped it, leaning further down into the kiss, feeling the tantalising fur against her nipples. She let Jon kiss her for a long moment, then moved down his body, kissing lightly down his chest and stomach, but stopping before she reached his cock, going all the way to his feet to pull off his boots and jeans. On her knees, Jon propped on his elbows, watching her with a grin, Sara slid her panties off then worked her way back up to his mouth, kissing and stroking his skin, but still avoiding touching his cock, teasing him.

Straddling him, Sara kissed Jon again, and he pushed her hair back out of his way with one hand, the other stroking a soft breast, toying with the hard point of the nipple, letting Sara keep control. For now. She rolled her hips slightly, feeling the hardness beneath her, but just sliding her wetness across him, not taking him inside, knowing Jon was fighting the urge to take over. Again she moved above him, her juices coating the silky head of his cock, and this time it was Jon who broke the kiss to speak.

“Please, darlin’……..” Was all he managed to say, the words turning to a groan of pleasure as Sara changed the angle of her hips, sliding slowly down onto him with a moan of her own.

She rippled her hips, then as she bent forward to kiss Jon, he rolled them so Sara was under him, one of her legs hooked high on his hip as Jon bowed his head to her breast, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth as he thrust into her. Sara raised her other leg, taking him deeper, her knees raised almost to his armpits, and Jon tore his lips from her breast as he slammed himself deep inside, his mouth finding hers again. His hand was on her breast now, almost rough in his fervour, and his loss of control excited Sara more so that she slid her mouth to his ear, whispering to him.

All Jon heard, through the pulse pounding in his ears, was Sara’s soft voice, whispering over and over “Harder, Jon, harder.”

As Jon pounded into her, almost all of his strength behind every thrust, he felt Sara’s teeth sinking into his bare shoulder, and he felt her tighten around him as she came. He kept driving into her as she shuddered beneath him, her cry muffled against his skin, but the second orgasm that followed forced her to scream aloud and Jon gave a final, savage thrust as he came, hearing his own voice crying out.

Sara gently stroked Jon’s sweat-damp hair back from his face as he collapsed in the sand beside her, his breathing rough. Her own wasn’t much better, and she could still feel her flesh quivering in the aftermath of her orgasm. She rolled closer to him, feeling the sand sticking to her sweaty skin. Jon looked down as she pillowed her head on his shoulder with a groan.

“You okay, baby? God, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.” She breathed, tilting her head to look up at him. “You didn’t hurt me, Jon. I love you when you’re like that.”

Jon gave a breathless laugh. “My little wildcat, huh?”

“Mmmmmmmiaow!” Sara purred, kneading her fingers against his stomach like a cat with a cushion. Wickedly, she started to move her hand lower, but Jon caught her wrist with another laugh.

“I’ve told you, darlin’ - I’m not as young as I used to be! Gimme a chance to catch my breath, will ya?”

“Oh, okay then.” She pouted, but gave him a gentle kiss before laying her head on his chest again.

She could smell his sweat, mingled with the unmistakable scent of the ocean and a hint of what she could only describe as the smell of sex - the faint traces of Jon’s cum mixed with her own juices. All in all, an intoxicating combination of scents, and she inhaled deeply as she relaxed, eyes closed, hearing Jon’s heartbeat under her head.

Soon, though, the night air turned cool, and when she opened her eyes again Sara found it was now fully dark, although there was a bright moon, illuminating the dunes around them and casting silvery highlights onto Jon’s face and body.

“God, I wish I had a camera.” She muttered, sitting up and looking down at him.

“Huh?”

“The moonlight. I could get some really great photos of you in the moonlight.”

“Well, believe it or not, we get moonlight back home, too.” He grinned, and she laughed.

“I know, but it’s the moon, and the ocean, and the sand dunes. I want to remember this place.”

“Baby, you don’t need photos to make you remember. Good memories stay with you.”

“So do bad ones.” Sara pointed out. “Guess we’d better get dressed, head back to the hotel.”

Jon stood, walking toward the edge of the hollow so he could look down to the beach.

“The tide’s gone out a bit. I think we’ll be able to walk back along the beach.”

There was a soft breeze blowing from the ocean, and Jon unthinkingly spread his arms, dropping his head back in a sort of Jesus pose that Sara had seen in so many of the concert photos she’d looked through when she was preparing for that first shoot. Of course, in those photos he wasn’t naked. She liked this way better, especially with the moonlight highlighting the muscled lines of his back and ass as he stood facing away from her.