The Boy Next Door

I had her close enough now, and she lifted herself on her knees above me. My cock sprang out of my boxers and into the cool air as I clenched her panties with my teeth and pushed them aside. As her fingers wrapped around my base and stroked up for the first time, I plunged my tongue inside of her, and she let out a cry of pleasure. With a long, patient lick, I worked my way to her pearl, and her grip on my cock got tighter.

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Leah

I leaned my head back and let the sound come out of me with abandon. We were out in the open, more or less, and at any moment someone could come by and see us. Yet, it was secluded enough that it felt like our own little world, and the heightened sense of urgency to not get caught only made it hotter. I had barely gotten his cock out of his boxers, and already I was trembling, dancing on the edge of a powerful orgasm. I breathed out slowly, sound still tumbling out uncontrolled as his tongue slid through my folds and found my clit.

Jayson’s thick, long cock twitched, and I grasped it, stroking it passionately as I leaned back, giving him better access to me. His tongue worked its way through me, lapping me up and pleasuring me in ways I had never felt before. My legs trembled and one hand reached out to fill with his hair as a climactic wave rushed over my body. I bucked and leaned forward, my hands digging into the sand while the thunderous climax took complete control of my body. I didn’t care how exposed I was to any passersby. All that mattered in that moment was letting him fill me, to feel him inside of me and to continue this feeling of intense pleasure.

As I came down from the climax, Jayson shifted below me, wiggling until he was out from underneath me. I sensed him position himself behind me as I stayed on my hands and knees. Fingers, searching and finding what they desired, traced my body as the head of his cock lay against my mound, sliding backward to find my opening. At first, he placed himself there, not moving, but waiting. The anticipation of him filling me was tantalizing and maddening. I wanted him inside me, I wanted to feel him stretch me, but he stayed there, strong, confident hands holding my hips in place.

I looked back and our eyes met, a smirk crossing his face. Then he plunged into me, deeply, roughly. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. I was hovering at the line of pain and pleasure, and I leaned down, pushing my hips into him. He stretched me, pushing himself deeper still until he filled me completely. Holding it there, his hands slid up my waist and up to my bra, pulling at the clasp in the front and releasing my heavy breasts from its grip. As they dropped down, the cool air brushed over them, and my nipples hardened even more than they were. His large, warm hands quickly covered them, kneading into me and pulling me into him even more.

He was hunched over me, one arm crossing over one breast, his hand holding the other. His other hand filled with a handful of my hair and pulled, gentle enough not to hurt me, but hard enough to establish his dominance. I was his, openly and completely, and his body was dominating mine. His body began to rock back and forth into me, slamming his cock deeply inside as he held me in place with his arms. Soft, wet lips kissed my neck, and his tongue swept away sweat before his teeth clenched over my shoulder. I cried out in surprise but reached up to wrap one arm around his neck. I didn’t want him to stop.

Releasing me from his mouth, Jayson straightened behind me, his hands sliding to my hips and guiding me in his long thrusts. With each plunge, an involuntary sound broke free and mingled with the sound of the soft waves. He gained speed, letting adrenaline and desire take over, and I relished his power. I arched back so I could take him as deeply as possible, and the thrusts became rhythmic and measured. My fingers dug into the sand as I closed my eyes, letting the moment stretch on timelessly. Naked and exposed on the beach, I felt more vulnerable and yet thrilled than I ever had, and I wanted to live in it, to hold on to the feeling of reckless abandon for as long as possible.

Suddenly, Jayson slid out of me, and I turned back to look at him. He was standing and held one hand out to me to stand with him. Curious, I took it and wondered what he was thinking. We walked a few steps to one side of the cove, overlooking a few sand dunes and a crooked edge of the beach. A rock that stood almost to hip height was there, its smooth top flattened and shaded during the day by large palm trees above it. As we reached the rock, he turned me toward him and crushed his mouth into mine for a deep kiss. As our tongues searched one another, he lifted me up by my ass and planted me on the smooth stone. I gasped at the coldness of it despite the heat of the beach and lay back.