Golden sunset and sea salt

The sun was slowly setting over the horizon into the Black Sea, painting the sky and water in shades of deep purple, gold, and pink. There was no one else in the deserted, rocky bay of Tsikhisdziri except us. Only the rhythmic sound of the waves and the salty, cool breeze of the sea. Anna sat on the smooth stone of the cliff, warmed by the sun all day. Her wet hair hung down over her shoulders, and the sea drops sparkled like diamonds on her tanned back. She had already untied the straps of her swimsuit so that the last rays of the sun could kiss her skin completely. I approached from behind. I rested my wet fingers on his shoulders. He didn’t flinch, just sighed a little and rested his head against my stomach. His skin was warm, but prickly from the sea breeze. I leaned down and touched his wet shoulder with my lips—it tasted salty, saturated with the warmth of the sun. “Shall we go into the sea?” he asked, raising his head and looking into my eyes. There was a devilish, provocative gleam in his gaze. Instead of answering, I held out my hand and pulled her to her feet. The swimsuit remained there, on the warm stones. We entered the water, which reached up to our waists. The waves crashed against our bodies, the density and coolness of the water creating a wonderful contrast to the heat of the air. Underwater, my hands wrapped around her hips and I pulled her towards me. Anna wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. The weightlessness of the water gave their bodies an incredible lightness. Every movement met with resistance from the water, making the rhythm slow, deep, and incredibly intense. Our kiss was imbued with the taste of the sea waves. The last golden ray of the sun faded into the water at the exact moment when Anna's body trembled in my arms, and her loud moans mingled with the roar of the waves. --- **Source of inspiration and context:** The story is inspired by the sensual naturalism of D.H. Lawrence ("Lady Chatterley's Lover") and the anonymous recollection of a real summer romance on the coast of Adjara. The story is real in its emotional and geographical authenticity.