He dragged his fingers back and forth, stroking me through my underwear. The extra friction made me shiver, but not from the cold this time.
Ford slid his jacket off my shoulders, releasing me long enough to lay it on the sand. Then he pulled me down onto it, positioning himself over me, pressing his body against mine.
He kissed me the entire time, his tongue tangling with mine, pulling my dress up past my hips. I’d never had sex in a public place, right out in the open (our quickie at Blue had been behind a locked dressing room door, after all), but I realized that I liked the idea.
Clearly, so did Ford. The thrill of it all turned me on, and the thought that we could get caught was beyond hot. Even though night was falling around us, I wasn’t cold anymore. Not with Ford all over me, tugging my panties aside so he could thrust his fingers inside me.
I cried out with pleasure as he teased my clit with his thumb, letting me ride his fingers at my own pace, bringing me to the edge of an orgasm before pulling his hand back.
“I’m not gonna let you come on my fingers,” he growled, nibbling my earlobe. “I want to feel that tight little pussy coming around my cock.”
Then he pulled out a condom, ripping it open as I worked his belt open and pushed his pants down.
“Tell me what you want,” he ordered, rolling the latex down his long, hard length.
“You,” I said, breathless with need.
“Tell me,” he said again. “What do you want?”
I swallowed. I knew what he wanted to hear. I’d never been much of a dirty talker, but I liked when Ford did it. He loved to tell me all the explicit, nasty things he wanted to do with me—to me. And he loved narrating when we were in the midst of fucking. Now it was my turn.
“I want your big, hard cock,” I said. My voice low and throaty with desire.
“What do you want me to do with it?” Ford demanded.
My knees were up, my thighs open, and I could feel the cool, salty sea air between my legs. I was so ready for him.
“Fuck me. Fuck my pussy,” I said.
“Your tight, hot pussy,” he prompted.
“Fuck my tight, hot pussy,” I moaned.
“Good girl,” Ford said with a smirk. “Spread your legs for me.”
I did. I spread them wide, baring myself to him, wet and ready and waiting, and we both let out a groan as he slid home.
“Yes,” I panted. “Fuck me, Ford.”
He did as I asked, in slow, long strokes that made me go out of my mind, squirming in the sand, hungry for more. I closed my eyes and pressed my head back, not caring that sand was getting everywhere. Not caring that I’d probably still be washing it out of numerous unmentionable spots for the next several days.
All I cared about was Ford and his body and the pleasure he was giving me.
Then, without warning, he grabbed my knees, spreading me even wider and pressing my thighs back against my chest. I felt the difference immediately, the way his dick pumped even deeper inside me.
“Yes,” I moaned, stretching out the word. “Yes, God, yes.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “That’s it.”
I gasped at how good he felt. How close I felt to him as he started to lose control, his thrusts speeding up, his breaths hitching. I could tell he was getting close, and I was too.
Suddenly, all I wanted was to come with him. To feel that moment of release together, to be even more connected. I pulled his mouth down over mine, sucking his tongue, meeting each of his thrusts with a jerk of my hips, the two of us losing ourselves in the hot slide of our bodies.
I didn’t care about the wind or the sand, didn’t care that I was moaning louder and louder now, my cries probably strong enough to reach the Malone family house where his parents were likely gathered around the dinner table eating from the world’s most expensive china.
I didn’t care if they heard. In fact, I wanted them to.
“Emzee, fuck, Em,” Ford gasped, pulling back to gaze down at me, and I knew this was it. He was coming. And so was I. Cresting the wave, my body pulsed with waves of hot pleasure, my pussy contracting hard and fast just as Ford let out a roar, finding his own release.
