The world spun out of its axis, I was lost in a haze of bliss and that unique elevated pleasure that making love with Aerin gave me as I orgasmed. And then my body trembled beneath hers as I felt myself come down from the clouds. Her hand slowed.

I heard her moan sexily into my ear as she rubbed her knee into my drenched mound after pulling her hand out, “I’m never leaving you again, Harley. My future lies with you, and only you.”

That’s all it took. Unbelievably I felt myself cumming again, spurred by the continuous rubbing of her thigh, this time, against my mound. And then I collapsed into the sand, and, for the first time ever during sex, I passed out.

“Harley? Harley? Are you okay? Harley?”

I heard her calling my name. It took a minute for me to gather my wits, and then I remembered what had happened.

“You literally made me cum hard enough to faint, baby,” I whispered with a light chuckle and pulled on her neck so that I could kiss her.

“I’m really sorry that we’d stopped doing that,” she moaned before our lips met.

She pulled her head up after what felt like eons. “Let’s get outta here. This all feels very sexy, making out in the beach like people have since the dawn of time, but …”

The pebbles and grainy sand should have been irritating against my overheated and sensitive skin, but they weren’t. I could go on all night, making love like this, but I knew what she was alluding to.

“Did you drive, Aerin?” I asked as she helped me to my feet, buttoned her blouse, and fixed herself.   I eyed her sexy, newly-toned, slim, graceful form. Still stylish, beautiful.

“Are you inviting me to go with you?” she asked, looking at me with a small smile, her eyes roving all over me restlessly.

“I know I just made love to you, but …” she muttered under breath. “I need, so very deeply, to be with you again.”

I reached out for her hand, and asked quietly, “So … what do you think, Aerin? Should we try this again?”

She pulled me against her and pressed her mouth on mine – we trembled against each other, excited but anxious, also. This time I pulled back, and noted that we both found it hard to breathe.

“You and I have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead,” she sang with tears in her eyes.

I teared-up also, and cocked my head to one side in a questioning manner.

“From the Beatles, one of my Nana’s favorite bands,” she said as she grasped my hand, and slowly led us up the trail I’d taken to get to the beach, heading back to the driveway of the mansion. Towards our future.

“From the song, “The Two of Us,” she explained.

Ha! I knew that song, I suddenly remembered. Dad had said it was something he’d kept hearing over and over when he was a child when he and his parents had been on a road trip one summer. He loved to play that and other Beatles songs in the boat as we relaxed on the boat when he and I would sail.

“We’re going home,” I sang out.

“You better believe it,” she answered. We exchanged heartfelt, teary smiles.

“Goodbye,” we sang together.

Finis