Page 139 of Spring Break Fling

His cock pushed at my entrance teasingly before sliding inside, inch by slow inch. He leaned down to capture my mouth again, his tongue plunging in as his hips thrust forward powerfully.

I gasped at the feeling of being filled so completely. My body arched up to meet his, craving more of him. This was different from before, urgent but tender and loving.

We moved together as one, our bodies finding a rhythm that was slow and languid and intense at the same time. Pleasure surged through me like an electric current, igniting every nerve ending along the way. I let out a soft moan as we found our stride, lost in the moment on this secluded beach under the night sky.

The thrill of the danger of someone stumbling upon us just made it all the better.

“More,” I gasped as he picked up the pace, his body moving together with mine.

He groaned and thrust harder, his fingers digging into my hips as he claimed me entirely. It felt right. Like this was where we were always meant to be.

The sounds of our passion filled the air. Ecstasy rolled through me. “There,” I moaned. “More.”

He grinned against my lips, his breath ragged, and he adjusted to angle himself deeper, responding to my pleas with a fervor that left me breathless.

Nikko’s movements became more purposeful, every thrust hitting a spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, anchoring myself to the present moment that felt so overwhelming, so all-consuming.

“Hannah,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “I want all of you, always.”

In response, I wrapped my legs tighter around him, pulling him closer, urging him on. Our wet bodies slid together with reckless abandon.

The intensity of our connection amplified with each thrust. Our moans filled the air. I felt every ridge and contour as he moved within me, driving us both toward a crescendo of raw emotion and physical bliss.

I arched into him, desperate for more contact, for deeper connection. He bit down on my shoulder, anchoring us together, and we chased our climaxes together.

I felt him tense against me, and a second later, a wave of ecstasy hit me. His hips bucked once more before he collapsed on top of me.

We panted heavily, our hearts still racing from the aftermath of our intense lovemaking. I looked up at Nikko, his eyes still closed in bliss. He had given me everything that he was, and I couldn’t be more grateful. I traced my fingers down his shoulder.

“We’re really doing this,” I said.

He opened his eyes and smiled at me, a look that spoke volumes without words. “Yeah,” he breathed out, kissing me gently on the forehead. “We are.”

He rolled off me lazily and held me close as we caught our breaths together, our hearts thumping wildly against each other’s skin. The water came up, this time washing over my knees.

“You know we are damn lucky no one decided to take a late-night stroll out here,” he said with a laugh.

“I figured I would just slither into the ocean if they did. Pretend I was a mermaid.”

Nikko laughed. “A mermaid with quite the siren’s call,” he teased. “I’d follow you into the sea.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said with a smirk, nestling deeper into his embrace. The sand beneath us was cooling as the night deepened, but his warmth shielded me from the chill.

We lay there for what felt like eternity but was likely only a few minutes. It was that rare kind of moment where time seemed both suspended and fleeting.

“Ready to go home?” he asked. “I know I could use some dinner.”

I nodded. “Yeah, food sounds wonderful right now,” I agreed, slightly reluctant to leave the magic of our beach sanctuary. But the practicalities of life were calling—hunger, at the very least. Plus I had sand in crevices where no sand should be.

Carefully, we got up, brushing off each other’s bodies with tender touches that promised more. Our clothes clung to our damp skin as we dressed. I laughed as Nikko struggled with his shirt, which seemed to have shrunk or maybe it just became more clingy with the water.

As we headed back to his motorcycle, we held hands. I couldn’t believe this was my life. Six months ago no one could have told me I would be making love with the hottest guy I had ever seen and would be falling more in love with him by the minute.

“We should do this more often,” he said, squeezing my hand.

“I agree.” I took the helmet and put it on.

He swung a leg over his bike and patted the seat behind him. “Hop on,” he said.