The wind was blowing past my body as we rode down the highway. The crashing of the waves backdropped the revving of Onyx underneath my body. The sandy beaches were bare, and the moonlight crashed down into the ocean as the waves barreled into the shoreline.
The drive was beautiful, and my body felt warm against Zach’s back.
He pulled off into a parking lot and parked his bike. Without another sound, he slipped my helmet from my head and held out his hand. Our fingers slid together, interlocking tightly as he guided me down to the shoreline.
I was shivering as the wind kicked up more waves that came rushing toward our bodies.
“It’s beautiful out here,” I said.
“You should see what you look like right now.”
“Hush that nonsense, and look at these waves,” I said.
“I can see their reflection in your eyes just fine.”
I looked up at Zach and got lost in his bright blue eyes. The crashing of the waves stunned me into silence as his lips slowly met mine. They were warm and soft. A tender kiss from a man whose muscles bulged from every angle.
My knees went weak, and his arms caught me in their grasp.
I felt myself being lowered into the sand, and his lips traveled downward. We tugged each other’s clothes off, the sand caressing and scratching at our bodies as he made his way between my legs.
His lips felt soft against my pussy as his tongue licked at me, pulling from me juices that soaked the sand underneath my ass. He threw my legs over his shoulders and devoured me, and I dug my heels into the strength of his back.
I arched with my orgasm and cried out into the night. The crashing waves swallowed my sounds.
His cock pressed hard against my thigh, and I was eager to have him inside of me. His lips felt like fire, melting my lonely walls. I’d missed being cradled by a man. His eyes locked with mine just before he pierced my body with his cock, and my jaw unhinged as he stretched me more than I had ever been before.
I arched my bare tits into him, and my fingertips dug into his muscles.
His abs contracted against my stomach as he thrust into me. His chest swelled against mine. My tits rubbed against his skin, and my pussy dripped around his cock, massaging him and pulling him deeper as my body yearned for him. My swollen clit raked against his body as he slammed into me, pushing me deeper into the sand as the water slowly crept over our bodies.
The water was ice cold, but his body was fierce and full of heat.
A desperate passion washed over me, and I lifted my lips to his. Our tongues danced together, and I drank down his sweet elixir of lust. His hands grasped my body wherever they could touch. My tits. My thighs. My ass. Anything he could squeeze and feel, he touched. His callouses scraped deliciously against my sensitive skin, and his hands stroked me with a tenderness I didn’t expect him to possess.
That sweet coil built in my gut as I met him thrust for thrust.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, whispering.
“Take me, Zach,” I said. “Make me come. Please. It’s been so long.”
“That’s a shame,” he said. “Because you deserve to be worshipped.”
My eyes flew open as I orgasmed in my hotel bed. My mind reeled with my dream as my body shook. My legs trembled, and my pussy throbbed, spilling juices onto the sheets just as my alarm went off. My chest panted, and my eyes darted around the room. My hand shot out just to see if anyone was there.
I lay there as beads of sweat dripped down my face. What the fuck was wrong with me? This man was my target. The person I was researching. He was part of something greater, possibly even a criminal. What the hell was I doing dreaming about him like this? Why was I having sex dreams about this man?
I slowly sat up in bed, my head swirling from my orgasm, and I grimaced. The bed underneath me was soaked, and I groaned as I rolled away from it. I buried my face into another pillow as I reached over for my phone so I could turn off the alarm. I needed sleep that didn’t require his presence. I needed another hour of rest that didn’t end with me waking up in an orgasmic fit and dripping with sweat.
I needed to keep my head in the game. Zach’s charm and easygoing nature couldn’t throw me off course. His dazzling eyes and his throbbing muscles couldn’t mesmerize me any longer. It didn’t matter that I found him attractive, and it didn’t matter that I was enjoying his company. I was here to get answers for my client, and then I was going home.
But when I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep, I could feel his lips against my neck.
Then he flipped me over in the sand, slid into my dripping pussy, and fucked me until I cried out for mercy.
Damn. If only real life could be like it was in my dreams. But, with Zach, I had a feeling it could be, if only I could let things happen. Things that were forbidden and very bad for my job. Guess I’d better keep those things confined to my dreams.