The waves wash up beneath her. It’s cool and tantalizing against the heat of our bodies. Not caring who’s watching, or that there is sand everywhere, I push aside her bikini bottoms at the same time as I slip my cock out the top of my boardies.
I plunge into her. Her gasp’s frantic as her nails dig into the flesh of my back. We’re so hot for one another it takes only a few hard thrusts for us both to topple over the edge. Riding her naked has an entirely different effect than when I’m wearing a rubber.
I’m hooked.
I lean away.
“You are the end of me.” She moans.
“Dinner tonight.”
I push what’s left of my arousal into her one last time and kiss her hard. The water laps around us and sand digs into my knees and elbows. Then I let go and stand.
“What…” She sits upright, the spell broken as she glances around remembering where we are and blushes a red that matches her bikini top.
“Dinner tonight.” I reach a hand to her and help her up.
“Okay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She straightens her top and bottom. “Now I need a shower. I’ve got sand where no woman should ever have it.”
She grins and I know beyond the shadow of a doubt my heart is hers.