“You don’t know what you’ve done to me,” I tease down at the impeccable, feral male beneath me.
“I was going to say the same,” he growls, pushing me up on his cock and silencing me with a wave of pleasure that washes over my body. I can’t believe I ever put stock in that one-horse town and dead-end job. I need this. I need him.
His bucking gets fiercer, and mine does too. I’ve learned to get a rhythm going, to keep up with the thrusts of those hips that are so fit they could go on forever. My cunt tightens around him, and I can see the blissful effect it has on his face. His paralyzing gaze is on me as we fuck right there on the beach, those beautiful eyes holding me transfixed, and I’ve never felt more loved.
The sight of me riding him makes him harder and harder, his cock swelling large and taut. His balls are growing tighter, and I know what that means, but I don’t slow down. I know how reckless and powerful his orgasms are, but I want it in me.
He doesn’t tear his eyes from me as his mouth opens, and he lets out a powerful groan as I feel the first spurt of hot seed spill out of his crown.
The sheer release both of us feel is huge. I feel my body unwinding as the tension of his erect cock sends another orgasm crashing through every muscle in my body, water dripping from my soaked locks as he releases himself within me more powerfully and fiercely than ever. He’s holding me tight to him, making me his as he pours all of his seed into me. Feeling every burst of it empty into me is utterly satisfying, like an itch I haven’t been able to reach for years finally finding relief.
And so much more.
His virile seed empties into me, shot after shot, until his massive chest lets out a long, drawn-out sigh of relief, and I let my body sink down onto him, kissing him passionately, letting us wallow in each other’s fluids as the salt water from the ocean runs from my body to his.
“No matter where we are,” I whisper when our kiss finally breaks, “I feel like the world’s just so...peaceful when we’re together.”
“I wouldn’t trade it for anything, Sienna,” he whispers back, his voice thick even in our afterglow, and he rubs my back with a hand, sighing in blissful contentment.
I wake up next to Tristan the next morning, wrapped snugly in his arms as the beachside morning sun warms us up.
“Nice to see you didn’t decide to crash in someone’s car this time,” he whispers huskily into my ear as he feels me stirring, and I let out a soft giggle.
“Tempting, but I think you got me this time,” I say.
The beach is still empty, the first light of dawn just starting to peek over the edge of the water as we gather our things, get as dressed as we need to be, and head back to the car.
Our next destination is the Oregon border. Hours later, the sandy terrain is replaced by towering redwood trees, the smell of the woodlands energizing us both as I look out of the car in childlike wonder. I’ve seen redwoods before, but never in the kind of context that I could really enjoy like this.
The shores get rockier as we drive, huge waves crashing against cliffs on the opposite side of the redwood forest. It’s like something out of a fairy tale. He takes us to a vista, where we take some pictures together, my arms wrapped around his huge body and kissing him while our phones record the moments together.
As we chat and talk about my background in California, the way he listens and seems to sympathize with everything I’ve been through makes me feel all the more comfortable around him outside the hot, passionate sex we have together.
We hike through the redwoods, leaving our phones and everything back in the car to let us be alone together in the forest. Surrounded by nothing but the
chirping of birds and rustling of leaves overhead, I feel my heart fluttering in my chest at the sight of Tristan ahead of me, his powerful body conquering the land with every stride without the slightest bit of difficulty.
It’s like the land was made for him, but he isn’t even from here. I want him to pin me against one of these massive trees with his trunk-like cock, but for once, we allow ourselves to just be together.
We reach a new height, so far up the mountain that we can see our car down below, and as we look out over the landscape out onto the ocean, I feel him take my hand in his and pull me close. I smile up and him to see a loving glint in his eye that hits me in the chest like a sack of bricks, and I blush.
I’m falling for this guy.
“Hey,” he says softly, seeing my face going pink, “what’s on your mind, doll?”
I bite my lip through a smile, then just bury my face in his chest and hug him tight. “Just thinking about you.”
He lets out a lighthearted laugh and sweeps me off my feet to carry me back down to the car on his shoulders, and I giggle as I’m given a bird’s eye view of the trek back.
Once we’re back to the car, I see my phone flashing. While Tristan gets ready to pull out, I open my phone to see a message from one of my friends. It’s just a link to an article with no words. That’s not like her.
I furrow my brows and pull it open, and I nearly drop the phone in shock at what I see.
It’s a tabloid article, and it features none other than me and Tristan, on the beach, legs locked in passionate fucking, just barely concealed by part of my surfboard.
I scroll through the article, my heart pounding in my chest. This can’t be happening. I knew there was some risk in fucking in public like that, and it was only a matter of time until someone saw, but paparazzi?! What in the hell would they find newsworthy about a couple of random people?
Then my thumb freezes on part of the article that makes my face pale.