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“Oh, God,” she moans. “Oh, shit.”

I slide my finger back a little and press it up against the tight pucker of her asshole. She squirms in

my embrace, either from the discomfort as I push past her clenched opening, or the pleasure of being

fucked and fingered at the same time.

Either way, that squirm drives me crazy when she clenches the muscles of her pussy down around

my shaft.

“Fuck,” I moan.

“Fuck yes?” she pants. “Or fuck no?”

“Fuck yes,” I say without hesitation. “Fuck yes.” And then I take my finger out just long enough to

slap her ass. “Stop saying fuck.” Then ram it back in as I continue to thrust.

She laughs a little. Or tries to. It’s cut off when I pound her against the door, making it bang, and

bang, and bang.

I move forward like there’s space between us that needs to be crossed when in reality we’re so

close together her tits are smashed up against my chest. But I don’t want to thrust anymore. I want to

be deep, deep inside her. I want every slight motion to count.

She leans into my neck and starts kissing me, the fucking over now, the heated animalistic nature

dissipating as the lust turns into the slow, rhythmic motion of lovemaking.

It’s dumb. I know this. I get it.

It’s still just fucking. But I want her, and I like her, and I need her, and I want her to want me, and

like me, and need me back.

Her lips find my mouth and she kisses me slowly. Open mouth, twisting tongues, and the promise of

more to come.

I withdraw my finger from between her legs and cup her ass with both hands, then turn to face the bed and take two steps before laying her down on top of it, never allowing my cock to slip out. I

scoot us up the bed and then sink down over her and kiss her properly as I drag her shorts and panties

down her legs. She kicks them off and I press my full weight down on her and we move to the rising

and falling of the boat and the ocean beneath us.

She lifts her knees up and hooks her legs around my ass, pulling me towards her like a siren calling

me to the ragged edge of a rocky cliff.

She goes still and stiff for a moment and I know she’s close. My hand slips down to her clit and I

strum it quick and fast until she’s writhing beneath me, her mouth open in a whimper. In that moment