“No! I’m looking out for our future sexual gratification. If I have a banged up… wrong choice of words, bruised cock, then I won’t be able to pleasure you later.”
“Who says you do!” She yells back, still running after me, waving her fist in the air.
I stop dead in my tracks. “What did you say?”
She slows to a stop several feet behind me. “You heard me.” Her tone is defiant, but her body language is quickly reassessing the situation.
“I don’t please you?” I take a step towards her and her pupils dilate quickly as she realizes she’s no longer the one in control and the hunter is becoming the prey.
“Knox,” she whispers, taking a step backward. “I was only kidding.”
“Were you? It didn’t feel like it.”
“Knox.” She takes another few steps backwards, eyes locked on me, then turns and bolts towards the ocean.
“You are so in trouble now!” I sprint after her as she draws closer to the water. Wrong place for her to run. Water gives me energy, gives me life. In another life, I had to be a fish, a seal, or some other kind of water creature, because I love it.
“Knox!”
“When I get ahold of you, which I will very soon. There will be no accidents. I will rip your bathing suit off your body and fuck you in the sand, giving you so much pleasure it will blow your fucking mind. I won’t be the one who will have trouble walking back to the house. That’s for sure.” My cock is getting harder with each step I take at the thought of catching her and taking her right here. I don’t give a shit who sees us.
She’s right in front of me. An arms reach away. I quickly glance around. Still alone. It’s getting late and most people have gone inside to get ready for dinner. Just me and my girl.
I reach out and grab at her, catching the string on the back of her bikini top and pull.
“Damn it, Knox!” Her hands fly up to her chest as she clutches the top of her bathing suit.
“That’s one.”
With her focused on her top, she loses significant speed. I grab the string that I had earlier on the right side of her hip and pull.
“I swear to God, Knox!” She grabs the right side of her bikini with her right hand.
I grab her right wrist and spin her around, quickly passing her wrist to my left hand, crashing our bodies to one another. “Don’t swear to God, swear to me.”
She puffs out a breath, her breathing erratic.
“Now, what was it you were saying earlier? About me pleasing you?”
“I was kidding.” She tries to push away from me, but my grip only tightens.
Again, I glance around and see we’re alone for a while, the next closest people only dots moving on the horizon.
“Hmmm,” I groan out, pushing her closer to the surf with my hips, the water brushing along the tops of our feet.
“Knox.”
“Shh.” Leaning in, I press my lips to hers, silencing her with my kiss.
She whimpers into the kiss.
“Now, I’m not going to pleasure you.” I slowly drag my right hand up her bare leg.
She shifts slightly into my touch, causing the little bit of resistance her bikini had on the left side of her hip to release and fall.
She looks down and then back up at me, not moving.
I can’t help but smile, because I know her better than she knows herself. For all the showboating she does about not wanting to be exposed, I know it lights her on fire. Makes her hot. Although, for as much as I say I don’t care who sees, I very much care. I don’t want to share her with strangers. I don’t want visions of her delicious body dancing around in their heads while they jack themselves off. She is mine. Ours. But not theirs.
