Lying on the beach, she lets him touch her

She’s sprawled out on the beach, toes buried in the sand, ocean waves rolling in behind her. He’s kneeling beside her, hands on her hips, pulling her shirt up just enough to expose her belly. Sun’s warm, no one around. She’s not moving much, just breathing slow, letting him do what he wants. His hands are steady, fingers tracing her waist. She’s not talking, just watching the water, letting the moment unfold. No rush, no noise — just the sound of the sea and their quiet touch. She’s relaxed, almost sleepy. He’s focused, careful. It’s not loud or frantic — just two people, alone on the shore, enjoying the heat and each other. No rush, no hurry. Just the beach, the sun, and them.