Sally awoke to find herself sitting on cool sand against a scalloped wall which rose behind her, gracefully flaring into a natural amphitheater.

Before her, Lavinia sat at the edge of the cliff’s shadow taking off boots and socks and rolling up her pants. As she stretched her legs and feet into the sun, her eyes went wide. “Wow,” she said. “Only had the sun on my face so far. Wow!” She wriggled her toes until they cracked.

Sally, still drowsy with the joy of being carried, told her “That was wonderful, baby.”

Then, following that earlier thought, she said, “Do you think you can stand more? We should know what happens if you take all your clothes off and get the sun on every inch.”

Lavinia laughed. “I’d rather take all my clothes off and get you on every inch.”

Sally melted like gooey chocolate. “I’ll come join you in the sun.” She looked quickly around: they were alone on this section of beach.

Lavinia happily pulled the rest of her clothes off and stood naked at the edge of the shadow, not stepping into the sun yet, her body dark against the sparkling ocean.

She has to know how hot she looks to me, thought Sally, peeling her own dirty clothes off. She walked to the shadow’s edge and into Lavinia’s arms. “Mmmmmm,” she sighed, feeling that warm skin like lavender orange-blossom honey on her own.

Lavinia stroked her back and hair, tilted her face up and kissed her more tenderly than ever before. Sally closed her eyes, feeling the heat of the sun a foot away.

Lavinia finally pulled back. Nervous and excited she said, “Well, here goes.” She stepped forward.

Her back arched, her arms spread and wave after wave rolled through her, lifting her further off the ground at each crest.

It seemed completely right and natural when one time she didn’t come back down.

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She was three feet in the air before Sally realized it was happening. Her jaw dropped as her beloved surged higher, supported by nothing but the power rippling through her.

She stepped into the sun and gawked jealously at Lavinia’s rising shins. She offered to change me! I could have this too.

Lavinia lofted higher; Sally could just have reached her toes. She opened her mouth to call, but stopped: if she distracted Lavinia, would she fall and hurt herself?

Lavinia shot above where Sally could reach. Panicked, Sally imagined her dwindling to a black dot, the raven Munin flying back to the one-eyed god and vanishing like a stray thought.

With every ounce of strength she had, she leaped. Her hands wrapped around Lavinia’s big warm feet.

Terrified and thrilled, Sally watched the ground dwindle beneath her own feet. Her palms were already slick on Lavinia’s skin; if she let go right now, she could land without breaking her ankle.

But Lavinia’s sure hands enfolded Sally’s wrists. Those powerful hands which had stroked her face, spanked her ass and warmed her own hands in the dark, now pulled her up.

Her face bumped a hard knee, and then she was pressed tight against Lavinia’s body, clamping Lavinia’s hips with her thighs.

At first, she focused only on Lavinia’s eyes. But her eternal fascination, even with a world that might hold death, led her gaze over the curve of Lavinia’s brown shoulder to the wavering ground thirty feet below. Only thirty feet: they weren’t that high.

She was flying! The natural amphitheater which blossomed from the sand opened above like a stone fan. Above that, the coastal highway ribboned empty in either direction and green hills smiled above all.

Lavinia seemed to take flying as given. Her naked skin slid sinuously against Sally’s slippery front, her breath a rush of ocean in the sparkling morning air. Sally had never been so in her power and felt herself dissolving with lust – but they were so exposed! Where was that family with the kid?

Lavinia slid a solid knee between her thighs. Sally, turned inside out with desire, rubbed wet and singing lips against that luscious smoothness.

I trust! I choose this! Her whole world was her lover.

Lavinia pressed her close, one hand against her back, the other stroking her ass. Sally arched against her one true love, cried out for eternity together, and came in a salty, sweaty gush of liquid gold that cleansed her like living fire. She kissed Lavinia so hard their teeth knocked together.

Lavinia turned them slowly, the sun dancing across her face. They were now as high as the roadway. Any passing car could see them but Sally couldn’t bear to stop. “My wife,” she affirmed.

Lavinia soared on those words, her orgasm singing. The rush as they shot up sent thrills through Sally’s legs and toes. She looked nervously at the dwindling roadway. I trust, I trust, she reminded herself.

But her hands were slippery against Lavinia’s back as the air around them got colder.