“This is so naughty,” she says with a breathy voice as her fingers work my shorts open, shoving them down my hips. I kick them away, standing in just my boxers but she doesn’t stop there. She hooks her thumbs in the waistband and pulls them down too, then wraps her hand around my length, stroking until I groan into her mouth as I kiss her again.
We sink to the sand together, awkwardly collapsing on the pile of clothing we discarded, and I settle between her thighs, kissing her while my hand slips inside her panties. She’s slick and ready, hips lifting as I circle her silken hood with my fingers.
“Mmm, I want to be in you,” I tell her, pressing a finger inside her. She moans and her fingernails claw at my ribs as her hips rise to chase the friction.
“More,” she breathes. “I need you closer.”
I tug her panties down her legs and she kicks them free. Now nothing separates us. I kiss down her body, lingering at her breasts, sucking gently until she’s writhing. Lower still, I settle between her thighs and taste her, tongue stroking where my fingers were. Emily’s hands fist in my hair, her legs trembling on either side of my head.
"Oh god,” she pants, writhing under me. I keep going, licking and sucking until her breathing turns to whimpering and her thighs squeeze me. And when she breaks for me, her whole body jolts and jerks, twitching and convulsing under me.
"Shit, oh… fuck," she hisses over and over again as I finger fuck her until she's panting.
"God, you're beautiful when you come undone," I tell her, then continue licking and sucking until she's calm.
I crawl back over her, kissing her so she can taste herself on my mouth. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me in until my head presses against her entrance. And when I'm ready, I look into her eyes, brushing strands of hair from her face.
“I love you,” I say, “every part of you.”
“I love you too,” she answers, lifting her hips. “Now… please… I want you."
I push forward, inch by inch, sinking into her and we both moan at the feeling—her walls gripping me perfectly. When I’m fully buried, I hold still for a heartbeat, just feeling her aroundme. Then I start to move, drawing back and sliding in again. Emily meets every thrust with a rise of her hips, her nails lightly scoring my back.
“Harder,” she urges, heels digging into my ass. “More…"
I give her what she wants, rocking deeper and faster. Sweat beads on my skin despite the breeze. I kiss her neck, her jaw, her mouth—anywhere I can reach. Her hands slide down to grip my hips, guiding me. “Oh god, so good…" she whimpers, and I feel her tightening down on my dick again.
We shift slightly so I can angle better, hitting a spot inside her that makes her arch into me deeper. I keep the rhythm steady, grinding against her with every push. Her tits bounce, and I lean down to capture one nipple in my mouth, sucking in time with my thrusts.
Emily’s breathing grows ragged. “I’m so close—don’t stop, please.”
I reach between us and rub her with my fingers while I keep thrusting. She tightens around my length, pulsing, and then she’s coming again, moaning loud enough that I cover her mouth with mine to muffle the sound. Her orgasm pulls me deeper, milking me and the pressure builds in my core. I thrust through her release, chasing my own. “Em, I’m gonna?—”
“Come for me,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me hard. “I want to feel it.”
A few more deep strokes and it hits me. Pleasure crashes through every nerve as I spill inside her, pulsing again and again. I groan her name into her mouth, hips jerking with each wave. She holds me close, stroking my back while I empty myself completely.
We stay locked together as the last tremors fade, breathing hard against each other’s skin. I kiss her softly now, slow and lingering and try to catch my breath. Emily’s legs stay wrapped around my waist, as I kiss her again, savoring the way her lips part for me and the faint salt of sweat on her skin.
“That was… incredible,” she whispers, smiling up at me in the moonlight.
“You’re incredible,” I tell her, brushing hair from her forehead. I ease out of her gently and roll to the side, pulling her against my chest. We lie there on our pile of clothes for a few minutes, catching our breath while the waves roll in and out. But the sand is sticking to our skin, and I can feel the mess between us.
“Come on,” I say, standing and offering her my hand. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
She takes it, and we walk naked down to the water’s edge. The surf is cold but necessary. Emily laughs when a small wave splashes up her stomach, and I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her from behind. "Shh… You want someone to come investigate?" I snicker, biting her ear.
"No, silly." She laughs, but her voice lowers. "But this is fun. We should do it more often."
We rinse each other off with handfuls of seawater, my hands gliding over her breasts, her hips, between her thighs. She turns in my arms and does the same for me, touching me tenderly, but the heat still sparks between us. I could really get used to this—just maybe in a hot shower, not the cold ocean.
The water laps at our waists as I kiss the side of her neck, tasting salt. “Em… I’ve been thinking about Mercy a lot tonight.”
She tilts her head back against my shoulder. “Yeah?”
I take a breath, keeping my arms around her. “When can we tell her? For real. That I’m her dad. I don’t want to keep being just ‘Jaxon’ to her forever.”
Emily turns to face me and splays her hands on my chest. The moonlight makes her eyes look even softer. “Jaxon… we need to pace this. I’m ready to try with us because I miss you. I want this relationship. But I want to trust you again, and right now, I’m still taking it day by day. Mercy has to go slow. She’s so little. She’s just getting used to having you around as my boyfriend. We can’t drop something this big on her too fast.”
