I didn’t manage to finish my sentence before I was in the grips of an orgasm. In the middle of it, I felt Nolan move my body along the sand, and he pushed himself deep into me while I still shuddered with its aftershocks. It was an almost blindingly good feeling.
“Damn, you feel good,” Nolan said, holding my hip to move me against him. I had completely let go of any ideas of staying quiet at this point, allowing my voice to respond to every movement that he made.
My body went along with his rhythm, and I let it move fully under his control. I would never have thought that Nolan would make me feel so safe.
Finally, Nolan shifted me again, this time so that I was on all fours, and I felt him enter me from behind. Both hands were now on my hips, making sure that I was synchronized with how he was moving. I leaned down so that I was on my elbows, an angle that I had always loved.
One of Nolan’s hands traveled over the small of my back, pressing down on it as he continued to slam into me. I shivered, wishing that there were Egyptian cotton sheets beneath me that I could grab onto. The sand slipped through my fingers, and the smell of the ocean took over my senses.
It felt as if we were in tune with the waves, as if Nolan was following some hidden rhythm from the earth itself.
Eventually, he slowed down, moving so that he could go as deeply into me as possible. With each movement, he let out a deep grunt, one that made me shiver with the primal nature of it.
“You feel too good,” Nolan said, pulling out of me. “Turn over.”
I did as I was told, almost collapsing onto my back, feeling my legs shaking as I did so. I took a moment to catch my breath as Nolan studied me, slowly stroking his shaft.
“There’s something I want to try,” he said, leading my fingers down to my clit with his free hand. “But first, I want to watch you.”
That sentence sent something electric through me, and I started moving my hand in tune with Nolan’s, encouraged by the look in his eyes. He was studying me as if I was something beautiful he had never seen before, as if nothing else in the world was as interesting as I was right there and then.
This made me want to move more, to be more dramatic, to really throw myself into what I was doing. I put one arm up to undo the ties in my hair, letting it fall across the sand. I moaned whenever I hit the right notes on myself, and bit my lip when I caught Nolan’s eye.
It didn’t take long before the second orgasm crashed over me, and I pushed my head back down into the sand as my body shuddered through it. When I looked up, Nolan was smiling, clearly pleased with what he had seen.
“So…” I breathed, noticing how much my heart was racing. “What is it you wanted to try?”
Nolan glanced out at the ocean in thought, still stroking himself slowly, before he looked back at me. “You’re welcome to say no.”
“I probably won’t.”
“Have you ever tried anal?” Nolan asked, so straightforward that I almost laughed.
I sat up slowly. “I haven’t. But… I would like to.”
Nolan’s smile brightened. “Excellent.”
He reached for his jacket, from the pocket of which he produced a small tube of coconut oil. I’d seen him buying several at the market, but I’d thought they’d all be used in the kitchen.
“Oh, you brought me here with a plan, did you?” I asked, crawling toward him with my best seductive expression. “What if I’d said no?”
“Then this would have remained hidden, and you’d have missed out on something great,” he replied with a simple shrug. “But I do believe in doing things safely, so, I had to be prepared just in case.”
“So, how do you want me?” I asked, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
“All fours,” he commanded with a wink, and I immediately got into position. I was almost surprised at how eager I was to comply with what he wanted.
“Let’s start nice and slow,” Nolan continued, and I felt him grab one cheek with one hand. The other ran over the inside softly, lubing me up with the coconut oil. It was a strange feeling, but I liked it, and pushed my hips backward eagerly.
“Easy,” Nolan laughed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I glanced over my shoulder at him, watching the focus on his face. He continued to move with precision, and I found myself relaxing more and more at his touch. His finger slipped inside of me easily, while he reached further with his other hand to play with my clit.
“Oh, that’s good,” I said with a sigh.
Nolan kept his movements slow and steady, working toward an ultimate relaxation. Finally, he paused, and tried a second finger.
“I think you’re ready,” he said, and removed his fingers. I felt him add more of the coconut oil, before his tip pressed against the entrance. “Tell me if it hurts too much.”
