Don’t focus on Andrea’s lily-white skin. That’s how we redheads usually are, and I find it adorable. Focus instead on her expression of joy at learning that we would be all alone in this gorgeous tiny cove on the Italian coast near Monterosso.
We were able to enjoy the cool water and the sunshine without our bikinis. I held her tight in my arms in the water and kissed her, tasting the salt on her lips and her body. She wrapped her legs around me and her arms around my neck, and kissed me back forever until my lips were numb and my tongue exhausted. We could not get enough of each other. We still can’t even today.
We hugged each other like that for a long time, afraid to break the magic of the moment. We were almost crying with happiness at being together, in love, with so many great plans for the future. Some of those plans have come true.
Later we made sweet love in that tiny cove, enjoying the echoes of our moans and screams off the nearby rocks. I can still hear them as I look at this image.
Andrea, I love you.
– Deirdre