Seaside wind and night kiss

It was long past midnight. The beach was completely deserted, only the dark waves of the Black Sea crashing against the white rocks. The air smelled of salt, iodine, and the cool night breeze. "Aren't you going to get in the water?" she asked, undoing the straps of her dress from her shoulders. Her body shone silver in the moonlight. She left her clothes on the beach and stepped into the water. I followed behind. The sea was cool, but when her wet hands wrapped around my neck, the cold disappeared—an incredible warmth emanated from her. Bodies become weightless in the water. His legs wrapped around my waist, the waves rhythmically moving with us. Every kiss was salty, hot, and unyielding. We joined each other in the water, in the crashing waves and the storm of passion, until we emerged exhausted and happy on the beach, on a warm towel.