Prove it

Jennifer’s breath hitches as the next wave rolls in, cold water swirling around their tangled legs, but the heat between them burns hotter. She arches into him, fingers clutching his shoulders as she whispers, “Then prove it.”

Alex doesn’t hesitate. His hands grip her hips, lifting her effortlessly as the next wave crashes against their legs, sending a shock of cold up her thighs just before he walks her out of the cabana. Alex drops his pants on the sand, but not before extracting a small package from his pocket. He easily sets the two of them down, she on his lap. She slides the latex barrier down his thick cock. Then he lifts her up by the waist and drags her down onto him. The stretch is electric—saltwater and slick heat making the slide unbearable, perfect. Jennifer’s gasp is swallowed by the wind as he seats himself fully inside her, the **** of it knocking the breath from her lungs.

The ocean surges around them, foam licking at their tangled limbs as Alex sets a brutal pace, each thrust driving him deeper into the wet sand. Her nails rake down his back, leaving angry red trails as the tide pulls at their bodies, threatening to drag them under.

The next wave crashes against them just as Alex’s hips snap forward again, the saltwater stinging where their skin meets but doing nothing to dull the fire. Jennifer’s thighs tremble as the ocean swirls around them, the cold bite of the surf a sharp contrast to the molten heat of him inside her. His fingers dig into her hips, pulling her harder against him with every thrust, the rhythm relentless as the tide.

A shudder rolls through her when his teeth graze her shoulder, sharp and possessive, his groan lost in the roar of the wind. The drag of his cock is maddening—every inch of him stretching her, filling her, the saltwater making every movement slick and ****. Then in one quick move, he flips her over.

Her back meets the sand as the next wave recedes, the water pulling at them like a **** lover. Alex follows her down, his body a solid weight pinning her to the shore as his hips drive into her with a rhythm that matches the crashing surf. The salt stings her lips where he kisses her, deep and hungry, his tongue claiming her mouth with the same possessiveness as his cock claims her body.

Jennifer’s legs lock around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as another swell of seawater rushes over them, the chill nothing compared to the fire building low in her belly.

The moment her back meets the sand, another wave breaks over them, saltwater stinging her parted lips as Alex’s mouth crashes into hers. The ocean drags at their bodies, threatening to pull them apart, but he anchors her hips harder against his, driving deeper with a groan that vibrates against her tongue. Every nerve in Jennifer’s body is alive—the scrape of wet sand beneath her shoulder blades, the bite of Alex’s fingers bruising her thighs, the relentless stretch of him as he fucks her into the shoreline.

A particularly strong surge of water rolls over them, the cold shock making her muscles clench around him, drawing a ragged curse from his lips. He continues his **** on her womanhood, pushing her over the edge. Her orgasm and resulting grip on his cock pushes him close to his own orgasm.

As Jennifer returns to reality, and the present, Alex tells her he is close. He asks if she wants to swallow his cum again. She shakes her head, and says, “Cum on my chest.” Alex withdraws his cock from Jennifer, in an agonizing slow movement. As another wave hits them, she slides the condom off and strokes his cock. Seconds later, Alex erupts, firing string after string of cum onto her breasts. A particularly large wave hits, washing over her, and rinses the hot seed away in the surf.

As the surf recedes, Alex hears a voice.