That kiss got hot and heavy pretty quick.

First his hands roamed from my face down to my waist, and then finally to my ass, which he held good and tight as he pulled me hard against his body.

Meanwhile, I started rubbing my hands across his chest… and then went lower to his abs… and before I knew it, I was stroking him through his jeans – every long, hard, thick inch of him.

Mmmm…

You can’t turn a man on like that and not expect him to return the favor. He squeezed my breasts as we French-kissed, then unzipped my jeans and slipped his hand down between my thighs.

Oh God

“Fuck… you’re so wet,” he whispered as the tip of his finger massaged my clit, making my knees buckle.

A really big wave crashed on the shore (that’s not a metaphor – it was an actual wave on the beach), and I came back to reality.

We were in a public place, for God’s sake, feeling each other up like two horny teenagers.

A deserted public place, yeah… but still.

“Maybe we should take this back to the cottage,” I murmured, then moaned as he slipped one finger inside me. He pulled it back out, wet and slippery, and caressed my clit some more.

“Let’s do it here,” he whispered as he nibbled at my neck.

“…what? No…”

“We fucked the other night in the desert,” he reminded me.

“Nobody was around!”

“Nobody’s around here, either.”

He had a point… I guess…

I couldn’t concentrate. I was inching closer and closer to orgasm, and my thinking was getting foggier by the second…

“Let’s do it here,” he growled.

“No…”

“Yes…”

I didn’t say anything this time. With his finger doing what it was doing, it was way too difficult to speak coherently.

Somehow his fly had come undone – did I do that?! – and I was stroking his bare cock now, loooong strokes up and down his shaft, his skin hot and feverish in my hand.

I was barely aware I was doing it. I was too distracted by his kisses on my neck and the waves of pleasure fluttering through my thighs as he started rubbing my clit faster, firmer.

“Fuck me here,” he growled.

“…ummmmmm,” I moaned as I felt the pre-cum on the tip of his cock suddenly make my fingers slick.

As my hand glided over him, wet and slippery, I imagined I was actually fucking him… and suddenly I wanted to do that very, very badly.

“Is there a place… to do it in private?” I gasped as my pussy gave a little contraction, sort of a mini preliminary orgasm.

In answer, he guided me back to a little ravine near the cliff. It was back far enough from the shore that nobody could see it unless they were right there at the opening.

We would have looked a sight if anybody’d actually been around to see – us stumbling, kissing each other, him with his huge cock out and me giving him a handjob as his hand vibrated inside my pants.

Once I had the illusion of privacy, I became a lot more cooperative. Our clothes flew off and he made a little pile on the shells and rocks. Then he sat down Indian-style and naked on the ground, looking up at my face with a mixture of love and lust. I straddled him, grabbed his cock, and slooowly lowered myself down on the tip.

Oh GOD

I threw my head back in ecstasy. I was so turned on, so primed by him touching me, that I started to come with just his head inside me.

As I slid further down his thickness, I came even harder. The orgasm just kept getting more intense as it continued.

He kissed my breasts, lightly bit my nipples, softly brushed my ass with his fingers as I sank down, down, all the way down on him.

I tried to stifle my urge to cry out – but when I finally took all of him inside me, he was sooo deep and his girth was filling me up so completely that I couldn’t help but scream the tiniest bit as I hit the peak of my climax.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck and made high-pitched “unh, unh, unh” sounds as I rocked my hips back and forth so that big, thick cock could hit me oh God Yes YES right there on that spot, that spot right THERE, deep inside, again and again.

When the contractions finally began to ebb away, I pulled back and looked him in the eyes.

“That was fucking incredible,” he said hoarsely.

I nodded mutely. I hadn’t quite gotten back the power of speech.

Then he grabbed my hair at the base of my neck and gently – but insistently – tugged on it.

“Fuck me,” he whispered. “Fuck me the way you came just now.”

It was such a turn-on, that need in his voice, the passion burning hot and bright in his gaze.

I looked deeply into his eyes, my lips slightly parted, as I started to ride him. Moving up and down with my body, sliding up his cock, all the way to the tip – and then rhythmically back down, his entire shaft wet with my desire. I rocked back and forth, my hips undulating, caressing his cock with my pussy. Every so often I would change it up – bobbing up and down fast, plunging down on him. He would tilt his head back, the cords in his neck tight under the skin, and look like a man in torment as he tried not to come.

I wanted him to – I wanted him to come so bad. I wanted to see the pleasure on his face, I wanted to feel him explode inside me. I did everything in my power to push him over the edge – but he would stop me at the top of his shaft, forcing me to linger there, just his swollen head inside me… and he would do things to me. Pinch my nipples… wet his finger with his tongue, and then use the wet tip to stroke my clit… clench my ass in his hands and knead my flesh. Move his fingers down to my lips and stroke my pussy, making me whimper and moan and beg him with my eyes to let me keep fucking him.

Finally he couldn’t stand it anymore, and he pushed me over backwards. I shrieked in surprise, but he lowered me gingerly to the bed of clothes and moved with me, his body now on top. He lifted my legs up so my thighs were against his abs and my feet were over his shoulders – and the entire time, his cock never pulled all the way out.

Then he eased himself slowly inside me all the way as he stared into my eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered.

My heart swelled with an intensity matched only by the pleasure of him slowly filling me up.       

“I love you too,” I gasped.

“I love you,” he whispered again as he started to thrust faster.

My eyes rolled back in my head in pleasure. “I… oh… I love you…”

Deeper.

“I love you – ”

“Oh God – Jack – ”

Harder.

“I love you – ”

“Oh Jack – I love you oh God, oh fuck – ”

“I love you, I love you, I love you – ”

“Oh – Jack – I loohhhHHHHHH – ”

I lost control as every muscle in my body exploded in ecstasy.

I heard him bellow, and I had just enough presence of mind to open my eyes at the last second. I saw him grimace in agony and ecstasy, and then I felt his cock explode inside me, suddenly thicker and even harder as it pushed me further into delirious joy.

We cried out and stared into each other’s eyes, his fingers in my hair and my hands clutching his, and then he collapsed on top of me, spent, murmuring in my ear, “I love you… I love you… I love you…”