I complied, pressing my lips against hers. I instantly felt her tongue pushing through my lips and I knew I was in trouble.

Even went a giant wave took us under, we kept on kissing until we washed up on the shore. I was on top of her grinding slowly. It was amazing how much power she had over me, I couldn’t even control my body.

Then I felt her hands pulling off my sports bra and I looked down at her. She was wearing white for fuck sake! I could see right through her clothes and I snapped. With a passionate growl I ripped T’s sports bra right off and pushed down her shorts. Her hands had become desperate as well, pushing down my black shorts. A wave hit the shore, hitting us and bringing out clothes out to the ocean. A mixture of black and white, like they were meant to be together even though they were opposites.

I pulled my gaze away from our drifting clothes when I felt a gentle kiss on my throat. Our lips met again. We were moaning and writhing against each other, our bodies were moist with sweat and ocean salt water. I slipped my hand in between us, and moved down until I felt the curly blonde damp hairs, then I moved right past them to her clit.

She moaned as I pressed my finger hard against the nub and whispered, "God you’re so wet."

"Inside Bette, I need you inside," T breathed arching her back and shuddering desperately. I complied to her request pushing two fingers deep into hearing that sensual moan and feeling that vice grip on my fingers.

"So tight," I said between gritted teeth.

I started pumping my fingers slowly, the waves pushing our bodies up made the thrusts more powerful. Then when the wave pulled back and we sunk slowly into the wet sand, I used the balls of my feet to move us up.

I felt her hands on my back. Caressing my shoulders, tracing my spine, moving lower to my lower back, then my ass where she squeezed tightly. She moved her fingers down below my ass to enter me from the behind. The position made it much tighter than usual and we both let out a moan at the same time.

I increased my pace desperation filling my body. She was grunting with every thrust and I was trembling with every pump her fingers made into me. The waves crashed against us more violently, our moans filled the air.

Then I had that feeling. A feeling I haven’t felt in more than 100 years. I was the point of no return. The point where I knew that the orgasm was inevitable. She was right there with me as simultaneously we dropped our mouths in a silent scream and started trembling.

I collapsed against her chest unable to stop the tears that spilled from my eyes. She caressed my head slowly, "why do you cry my love?"

"Because you are the one, the one I’ve been looking for," I spat out, "I am so in love with you and you don’t even exist!"

"How do you know I don’t exist?"

"T, please tell me where you are? Who you are? I need answers," I cried.

"I did promise you didn’t I?" T said with a warm smile, "all the answers you are searching for, you will find in the Muerte Segura training camp in Los Llanos, Venezuela."