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“Tell me no,” he whispers into my ear. “Because unless you tell me no, I’m gonna keep going like

it’s a yes.”

I bite my lip, but I don’t say no.

Then his open mouth is on mine. His lips soft, but somehow still demanding and punishing. Both

hands come up to my face to hold me there. Captive in his kiss.

We start to sink, and I struggle away, my hands and feet treading water to keep us afloat. But his

hands drop down to my thighs, gripping them tight as he opens me up. Immediately, I press my knees

around his middle. His fingers tug on his board shorts, and then his cock is between my open legs.

Pressing, pushing, insisting on being inside me.

“Hold on to me,” he whispers past my lips, our mouths still kissing.

And I do. Desperately. My arms circle his neck and my legs circle his hips. Giving him permission

to enter me fully.

It’s the slowest fuck I’ve ever experienced. There’s barely any friction. There’s no forceful pushing

and thrusting. There’s just not enough resistance in the water for a hard fuck like that.

But I don’t need any of that right now. My body is hot, and alive, and begging for more. And even

though he’s not giving me more, he has no more to give while we’re in the ocean like this, I don’t

really need it. Every small movement excites me. Every brush of his lips against mine thrills me. And

when his hand on my hip lowers down the curve of my ass and presses between my legs, I’m almost embarrassed at how wonderful that feels.

I gasp a little. We’re no longer kissing. But our foreheads are pressed together. Our breathing

ragged and matched. His feet kicking underwater to keep us afloat.

I let go of him and drop my fingers down between our bodies, pressing against the hard muscles of

his stomach, until my fingers flip over so I can play with myself.

Johnny leans in and bites my neck. I gasp, and he pulls back, kissing it softly. But then he bites

again, and again, and again until some unknown, never-before-experienced feeling of lust and desire

fills my body and…

“Oh, shit,” I moan softly. “Shit.”

I come on my fingers. His hard cock barely inside me.

I bury my head into his neck, embarrassed. Not really understanding how that even happened.

He leans over on his side. One hand gripping my waist, holding us together, the other dragging us

towards the shore.