Stavanger Bay on my face

Even as her attention turned to him, his posture did not falter. With dissecting eyes he watched every step she took toward him, it seemed his decision was made for him - so much for stalking her back to the island of lost bitches, huh? 

Not wanting to speak to her from a throne of rock above her head, he carefully stepped down with elegance in every step. As smooth as a snake he slithered his way down the rock and onto her level, still keeping that little distance between them for now that she had allowed (just at a different altitude). 

Greetings little lady. He began with vocals as velvet. I've met a boy with a similar scent as you, curiosity has brought me to the beach - and here, to you. Well, so to speak. He left out quite a few details if he was being honest. 

It was now that he caught the delicious scent of hers... her heat. And though it excited him so, oh how he wanted to prance on her and give her as much of himself as possible - he stood his ground and kept his gaze as professional as he possibly could. Eye to eye, and not drinking up every inch of her and imagining the dirty things he wanted to do.