"One more angle?"
The golden sun dips below the horizon, painting the horizon in hues of orange and violet. Haruki adjusts his lens, his gaze fixed on the horizon line of Sora’s silhouette against the waves.
"One more angle?"
The golden sun dips below the horizon, painting the horizon in hues of orange and violet. Haruki adjusts his lens, his gaze fixed on the horizon line of Sora’s silhouette against the waves.
"Closer... please."
The wind picks up, cooling their heated skin. Haruki steps closer, his hand drifting from the camera to the curve of her hip, his fingers tracing the fabric of her bikini bottom.
"You're burning up."
Sora's hands tremble as she pushes the fabric of her top away, exposing her sun-kissed skin to the cooling air. Haruki captures the moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of her breasts glistening with sand and sweat.
"Ahh... Don't stop!"
The tide rushes in, wetting the sand beneath them. Sora arches her back, spreading her legs, the white fabric of her bikini discarded carelessly on the shore.
"Harder!"
The sounds of the ocean drown out their heavy breathing. Haruki stands behind her, driving into her with a rhythm that matches the crashing waves, his body slick with salt and sand.
"That's a perfect shot."
As the last of the sun disappears, Haruki pulls her close, finishing inside her, marking her as his. The afterglow of their passion lingers in the cooling twilight.