You should do this more often.

Her thighs tighten around the sides of her head, signaling her climax as you yourself feel the familiar tug of your balls as a rush of cum comes surging out of your cock and into her throat. The two of you gasp and moan as you drown in each other's sexual juices, never once stopping your oral gratification. As your orgasms fade, another comes in a scant few minutes, triggering each other at the same time for a second time... and then a third... and then a fourth... Your hips undulate in your synchronized orgasms, rising and fading as if you're one singular organism, constantly pumping fluids into one another.

Gemma finally rolls off you and onto her back, gasping for breath. Your face is covered in a thick sheen of spit and juices, running down the sides of your head. She reaches over and holds your hand, and the two of you stare up at the perfect blue sky, your chests rising and falling as you regain your composure. You grip her small hand tightly, stroking her skin with your fingers as the two of you lay in silence. You turn your heads to look at each other and smile, almost breaking into a laugh, before she sits up and starts applying lotion to the front of your body.

"I'm going for a swim," she says, gazing out to the calm ocean. "Wanna join me?"

You sit up and nod, then pull out a bottle of cold water from your bag, uncapping it and downing half of it in one go before handing it to her. The two of you re-dress and then make your way down the beach to the water's edge, hand in hand.