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He flips onto his stomach and starts paddling his arms toward the wave. I follow his lead. When he gets to the wave, he jumps onto his feet, and I just hold on for dear life and squeeze my eyes shut. We hit it just right, and it carries me into the shore where I finally open my eyes.

“Did you have your eyes closed the entire time?” He’s standing in the shallow water, holding his board, waiting for me.

“Maybe.”

He shakes his head. “Buttercup, what am I going to do with you?”

“I could think of some things,” I call back.

The beach is private – completely. Not another house around. No way to walk up because it sits in a little cove surrounded by cliffs on either side.

He moves his board onto the sand, away from the water and then grabs mine.

“Whatcha doing, Dex?” I ask even though I know. He’s been insatiable since we’ve been here. We’ve fucked on just about every surface in the house, balcony, and pool that is stable enough to hold us. It’s done nothing to tamper his desire – or mine. He grabs my board, his eyes burning with lust.

“You better run,” he says as soon as he sets down the board. My heart flutters and I squeal. “Declan, what are you doing?”

He starts running toward me. I turn and try to dodge him, but he wraps me in a big bear hug. “That was too easy,” he says, holding me tight.

I laugh as he kisses my neck. “You didn’t give me much warning.”

“Oh, was I supposed to?” he growls. “I’m not going to warn you about this either.”

He whips me around, gently tackling me until we’re both on the ground. We roll until his back is against the sand, my body on his. The waves rolling onto the shore just barely reach our bodies. He wraps his hand around the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss. He tastes like the ocean. His hands are everywhere – pushing my bikini open until my breasts spill out. Time freezes as we melt into each other. I could stay here forever, but he pulls back.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he growls.

I follow his order and look back over my shoulder once I’m in place. He’s looking at me like he’s about to devour me. He jerks his swim trunks down, freeing the thick hard length of his erection and then he loops his hand around my bikini bottoms pulling them midway down my thighs.

He positions himself behind me, gripping my hips. My fingers sink into the sand as he plunges inside me. The crashing of the waves almost drowns out the sound of me screaming his name. He fucks me until my arms give out and the force of him pushes me onto my stomach. He continues – his entire weight on top of my back. My whole body pressed into the sand, prone – receiving him from behind until he comes inside me again. He’s right about one thing. Now that I’m used to fucking this way – I never want to go back. I like that he can take me anywhere, at any time. No thinking about anything but our desire.

He rolls off me and we lie side by side covered in sand. The waves are still gently washing up and over our bodies.

“I’ll never get tired of that,” he says.

“Sex on the beach?” I laugh.

“You.”










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