The beach below stretches out with the brightest sand in California, all belonging to my family. No one ever comes down here. I can’t even remember the last time I did.
I watch her step onto the sand, slipping out of her shoes and tossing them to the side. I pick up my pace until I catch her hand.
It’s dark. Completely dark. But the moon hangs low and bright above us, casting enough light for me to see every detail of her face.
“What now, Kitten?” I ask, turning her toward me, my hands settling on her cheeks.
“Now we wait for the dawn.” She bites her lower lip as she shrugs off her jacket.
Then she steps back.
She pulls the red dress over her head, her eyes locked on mine, and moves backward toward the ocean.
I pull off my white shirt, then my trousers, and walk toward her. The water curls around our feet, then our ankles, rising higher as we move deeper.
“You aren’t afraid of sharks?” I ask, glancing at her as we start to swim.
“Do they even come this close?” She lifts a brow. “You can still stand, Nathaniel.”
I notice she is standing in the water, her hands moving slightly as she tries to keep her balance against the soft pull of the tide.
“No,” I shake my head. “I don’t know what’s under there. I don’t want anything grabbing my feet.”
She laughs. “Relax, Nathaniel. The only thing down there is sand… and yes, it’s going to touch you.”
“Okay, smartass.” I move closer, pushing through the water until I reach her. My feet find the bottom, steadying me as I rise up.
Only then do I realize just how small she is compared to me. The top of her head barely reaches the middle of my chest.
She tilts her face up to look at me.
I pull her closer, her leg lifting over my hip as I guide her into me. Even with the cold, my body burns for her. She feels it, the way I’m already hard, and instead of pulling back she presses closer. Her other leg wraps around me, her body lowering slowly until full length of my hard cock fills her completely.
A breath leaves her lips, her hand sliding around my neck as she leans in. I catch her lower lip between my teeth, dragging it gently before sealing my mouth over hers. My tongue moves against hers, then deeper when she answers me.
She moves on top of me, each motion pulling a low sound from her throat. I slide my hand up her spine, feeling every curve until my fingers wrap around the back of her neck, holding her steady as I push deeper.
Her head tilts back for a second, her voice breaking as she says my name, and I pick up the rougher pace. I move us through the water, my cock still buried inside her. Her lips find mine again. Her hands cup my face, holding me there like she needs to feel every second of it.
When we reach the shore, I lower her onto the sand. The waves still reach us, slipping over her skin as I push her legs wider, lifting them onto my shoulders. I don’t stop moving inside her, not even for a second.
One hand presses against her stomach, feeling how deep my cock is inside her. I lean over her, my weight covering hers, pushing her deeper into the sand until her thighs press close to her chest.
She gasps, her body tightening under me, and I catch her wrists, pinning them above her head. I hold her there as I drive into her again, slower for a moment, then harder, not letting her slip away from me.
Her wet pussy tightens around me like this, pulling a rough sound from my chest. Her moans spill out louder now, her eyes searching until they lock on mine. The second they do, I press her deeper into the sand, stealing her breath with a kiss as I move faster inside her.
“Fuck,” she whispers.
I don’t ease up. I keep her there, stretched under me, every muscle in her body tightening as she holds on for too long. Then I shift, my hands sliding down to her thighs as I lean back, spreading her wider, watching the way her body reacts to me.
I spit at her clit, my thumb circling slowly while I keep thrusting inside her. Her back arches instantly, her mouth falling open, eyes slipping shut as her fingers claw into the sand like she needs something to hold onto.
Her breaths come in short, broken sounds. Her throbbing pussy tightens so much I feel it stop me for a second, sucking me in, holding me there. Her thighs begin to shake, her voice breaking as she cries out my name, and I push through it, even when her body resists, even when she trembles around me.
Her eyes snap open, her hand flying to her mouth as another scream leaves her mouth.
I feel it building, the pressure turning heavier, deeper, like I’m stretching her further with every movement. One last thrust and I let go, my body giving in as I stay pressed against her, not pulling away.
