She pulls me up by the hand and we dance right there on the beach. This crazy, impulsive, beautiful woman in a t-shirt and jeans, that I first met in leather tight pants and high heels, has not one shred of embarrassment of who’s watching us. And I love it. I start to sing along with her and we dance and her smile is bright and beautiful, and I want to capture it as the sunlight hits her face in just the right way.
“Hold on.”
I run and grab my camera from my bag.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a hesitant giggle.
“I have to take a picture of you.” She rolls her eyes and swats me playfully on the chest.
“No, seriously. It’s sort of what I do,” I tell her, and she looks at me surprised.
“You’re a photographer?”
“Hoping to be one day.”
“Well maybe one day I’ll let you take a photo of me,” she teases, turning her face away from me.
I walk closer to her and give her a smile that would make most girls sign away their name to me.
“You get three snaps,” she says, flashing me a wicked smile that I want to hold forever in my mind.
The sun is setting and the background is beautiful, but it’s not the best lighting. With some adjustments later on, she should be happy with them.
“And they better be good.”
She immediately starts to pose like someone on a Vogue magazine, with a splash of Maxim.
“No,” I tell her. “Be natural, you’re already beautiful. I just want to capture that.” A small hint of heat flushes her face and she walks backwards and towards the ocean, her hair flowing in the wind.
“I’m being natural,” she sings as she turns toward me. When she laughs I snap a picture.
“You’re so weird,” she giggles. She runs her hand through her hair and I snap another picture.
“If you sell these I want a commission, pretty boy,” she adds. I wink at her and she spins around like she’s a kid, and I snap another one.
“Only one more. I want to get in the water,” she tells me, as she starts to take her shirt off. It’s cool for a summer night but if she takes off her clothes I’ll be damned if I leave mine on, even though it’s going to be a lot harder to get them off.
“Your turn,” she says in a daring tone. Her eyes glide up my body and for the first time in my life I’m the prey instead of the predator. I pull my shirt over my head and toss it. A small grin is on her lips and lust in her eyes. It makes working a hard-ass factory job and working out every day worth it. The sun is setting. I press my hand on the skin above her underwear and trace it with my finger.
“White?” I ask her, my heart thumping in my chest. Every inch of her is beautiful, and the nice guy that I’ve tried to be is threatening to crumble. She bites her lip.
“Why, you don’t think I’m innocent?” Her fingers begin tracing a tattoo on my chest. Every inch of flesh she drags her finger across feels like it’s on fire. She’s toying with me, coaxing me out, begging me to come out and play.
“I can only hope right?” She gives me a sneaky grin before taking off and running to the water. I take off my jeans and run behind her. It’s not super cold but the Chicago wind is no joke and shocks my body for a moment until my attention comes to her, all long legs, curves, dark wet hair draping her creamy skin. Her long eyelashes are wet and her face flushed as she comes up from under the water. She swims further out and I follow her. She’s beautiful, and looks ethereal, like a creature dropped in the ocean just for me. We were meant to collide together that day. She’s what I’ve been searching for and didn’t even know it.
“I have a confession,” she whispers.
It’s just her and me, and every thought of what I want to do to her as we both keep afloat.
“I’m not innocent,” she tells me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I lift her up by her ass and bring her to my cock. She kisses me desperately, her tongue diving into my mouth as and I dominate hers into submission. She presses herself against me, and we can’t be close enough. Her kisses are addictive and I need more.
“Come out,” she whispers in my ear. I throw my head back in disbelief of this woman.
“What?” I ask her, before claiming her mouth with mine again.
“Come out of your cage. I want to play,” she purrs, but instantly lets me go and starts swimming backwards towards the beach. I follow her, catching up right before she climbs out of the water. I pull her to me, our bodies crashing together, our tongues battling again. I guide her onto the sand but she pushes her body against mine so she’s on top of me. She wraps one arm around my neck and her hand goes down to my boxers, slipping inside of them, but I grab it and pin it behind her. She’s controlled this little show for long enough. I’m going to let her know who’s really in control. I flip her over. There’s sand and it’s wet and cold but neither one of us give a shit. I slide my fingers inside of her thong and find her center.
“Shit,” she whispers as I rub my thumb across her clit. It’s already swollen and pulsing, and just touching it is causing her body to shiver. I make a slow circle and speed up, finding a rhythm that makes her tone become a higher pitch. She’s already on the brink. I go to slide my finger in her but it doesn’t go in easily, she’s so fucking tight. My dick twitches, thinking of how it’s going to feel to be inside of her. I try again and her stomach clenches and her body tenses up. She sees me watching her and pulls my face to hers, sucking my tongue. It makes my rhythm speed up and I focus solely on her clit.
“You’re about to come for me babe.” She's gripping my hair like her life depends on it.
“No I’m not,” she says stubbornly, in between pants. I crash my mouth against hers. She begins to moan into my mouth and suddenly breaks our kiss, gasps, her legs digging into the sand like she’s falling over the edge. I lock my lips on her long slender neck and begin to suck it. I want to make sure she’s marked.
I increase my speed and pressure, and use my other fingers to dip inside of her, but they don’t go far. Her breath hitches, her clit starts to throb frantically, and like clockwork, she throws her head back as her legs shake like an earthquake. I smile at her victoriously, but her eyes are now squeezed shut. She lets out a moan that comes down in ripples as she does. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” She’s still recovering but now I want to find her g-spot so I can push my dick against it. She’s still coming down from her orgasm and I’m ready to start her second one. By the time she leaves this beach, she’s going to be addicted to me. I start to push my fingers into her again and it’s still tight, and I notice her flat stomach clenches and she winces.
“Are you okay?” I ask her. She’s still recovering but her eyes meet mine with lust and need.
“Yes,” she growls at me, and attempts to push herself further down on my finger, but she flinches again. She’s dripping like a damn ocean. I should be gliding right in but I’m not.
I want inside of her. I want to shut her smart little mouth, and hear her moan my name, and to fuck the attitude right out of her. My thoughts go back to the last time it was so hard pushing into someone. It was high school and it was Sidney Roberts, but it was because she was a virgin.