Under the Moonlight – A Night in the Sea

It was one of those nights, mami. You know the kind—hot, sticky, the kind of night where the air feels like it’s alive, and your skin tingles with every breeze. I was in Venezuela, on a secluded beach near Choroní, the kind of place where the sand is soft and the waves crash against the shore like they’re whispering secrets. The moon was full, casting a silver glow over everything, and the sea… oh, the sea was calling to me.

I wasn’t alone. He was there—a man I’d met earlier that day at a beachside café. His name was Carlos, and he was everything you’d imagine a Venezuelan man to be: tall, with skin the color of toasted caramel, and a smile that could melt even the coldest heart. We’d flirted all afternoon, his eyes lingering on me as I sipped my coco frio, and when he invited me to join him for a nighttime swim, I didn’t hesitate.

We walked along the shore, the sand cool beneath our feet, the sound of the waves filling the silence between us. He was quiet, but his presence was electric, like a storm waiting to break. And when we reached a spot where the beach was empty, he turned to me, his eyes dark with desire.

“Maria,” he said, his voice low. “You’re so beautiful.”

I smiled, because I knew it was true. I was wearing a tiny bikini, the kind that left little to the imagination, and I could feel his eyes on me, tracing every curve. “Gracias,” I said, my voice teasing. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He laughed, a deep, rich sound that sent shivers down my spine. And then, without another word, he took my hand and led me into the water.

The sea was warm, the waves gentle as they lapped against our legs. We waded in deeper, the water rising to our waists, then our chests, until we were floating, our bodies pressed together in the moonlight. He kissed me then, his lips soft but demanding, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me closer.

“Carlos,” I whispered, my hands tangling in his hair. “What are you doing?”

“What I’ve wanted to do all day,” he growled, his lips trailing down my neck. “You’re driving me crazy, Maria.”

I laughed, because I liked the way he said my name, like it was a prayer. And then I kissed him again, my body arching into his as the waves rocked us. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of me, and I could feel the heat building between us, a fire that the cool water couldn’t extinguish.

“Turn around,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

I didn’t hesitate. I turned, my back pressed against his chest, and felt his hands slide down to my hips. He kissed my shoulder, his lips trailing down my spine, and then I felt him—hard and ready, pressing against me.

“Carlos,” I gasped, my hands gripping his arms. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure,” he said, his voice low and steady. “But only if you want this.”

I did. Dios mío, I did. So I nodded, my breath catching as he positioned himself. And then, slowly, he entered me from behind, the water making everything feel slick and smooth. I gasped, my body arching into his as he filled me, the sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

He moved slowly at first, his hands gripping my hips as he guided me, the waves rocking us in rhythm with his thrusts. But soon, the pace quickened, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. I could feel the heat building inside me, a pressure that grew with every stroke, every touch.

“Maria,” he groaned, his lips brushing against my ear. “You feel so good.”

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All I could do was feel—the way his body moved against mine, the way the water seemed to amplify every sensation. And then, suddenly, it happened—a wave of pleasure so intense it left me shaking, my body trembling as I came undone in his arms.

He followed soon after, his body tensing as he spilled inside me, his breath hot against my neck. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies tangled together, the waves lapping at our skin. And then, slowly, he pulled away, his hands gentle as he turned me to face him.

“Maria,” he said, his voice soft. “You’re incredible.”

I smiled, because he was too. Every inch of him was perfect, and I knew I’d never forget this night—the night we made love under the moonlight, in the warm embrace of the sea.