"Don't Stop"

"More..." she croaked. She was no longer able to stand of her own accord, her legs were too weak.

So he held her around the waist with one arm and added another finger to the first, pushing both his index and middle fingers into her as he continued to stroke her clitoris.

"Harder..."

Her wish was his command. He added his ring finger as well and pushed them inside her, thrusting harder and harder as he continued to stoke her.

He was stimulating as many parts of her as he could, but he wished he could do more.

He wanted to light her up with pleasure from the inside, and the way she was writhing and bucking in his arms made him suspect that his wish was coming true.

Suddenly she stopped moving and her entire body tensed as her breath caught in her throat. They had just begun, but she was coming already.

He was giving her the pleasure she craved. Just as she crossed over the edge, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her hard as she let loose, losing control as she rode the waves of the orgasm as the waves of the ocean splashed all around them.

"Was that okay?" he asked huskily, as he let her catch her breath. She still had his dick in a vice grip, and he was torn between wishing she would move her hand up and down and wishing she would never let it go.

"More than okay," she replied. Then, with a mischievous smile, she began to move her hand. "But it's not really what I wanted."

"It's not?" Worry bloomed in his brain. Had he not done it right? If he hadn't, why had she seemed to enjoy it so much?

"No." She opened the front flap on his swim trunks and pulled his cock out through the hole. "It's not." The water felt very cold on his throbbing member.

It was a strangely pleasant sensation, but not nearly as pleasant as what came next. Before he could say anything else, Rosemary pulled him close and slipped him inside her.

He let out a groan as his cock slid perfectly into her pussy, whose warmth matched his own. Now it filled her just as his fingers had, and she loved it even more.

"Much better..." she moaned, as she began to grind against him. He began to move his hips, pulling in and out of her as the pleasure swelled in his brain.

This is what he had been fantasizing about for what felt like years. He wanted to come inside her, to fill her with all that he had been storing up for her.

His entire body was a raw nerve. Every lap of the water, every touch of her hands as they caressed his chest, every kiss and nibble she made on his neck sent shivers down his spine.

He was so turned-on that he could come at any second, but he wanted to make it last forever.

They were making a scene now. They had been quieter before, but now he was groaning, making splashes in the water as he thrust harder, faster.

She was moaning louder too, nearly screaming as she cried out in ecstasy. "Yes..." she breathed in his ear, as he pulled her leg up onto his hip to better penetrate her, "Yes! Yes, you're so deep now! Keep going, Dante, please!"

Just as he was nearing the finish line, there was a sound on the beach behind him. Startled, he froze and turned his head.

Rosemary was still moving, but he was paralyzed, sure that he would find his father there, watching them.

Instead, though, he saw only an old couple holding hands and staring at them with identical looks of horror and disgust.

"Oh, God..." Dante said, hating to stop Rosemary.

She heard the change in his voice and looked up too, winded, with her forehead sweaty beneath her mussed blonde hair. "Oh! God!" She repeated. Then she broke free of Dante and ran up to the beach, away from him.

"Wait! No!" His dreams were crashing down around him. His father would find out now for sure.

It was all over. But more importantly, he would never finish the orgasm they were about to share. They had both been so close! "Wait!"

The old couple muttered something to one another behind their hands and began to walk back toward the main beach, where his father was probably still talking on his fucking cell phone.

Without sparing them another glance, Dante took off up the beach toward where he had last seen Rosemary.

She had gone the opposite way of the couple, and he couldn't see her anywhere as he ran, his over-hard dick banging painfully against his legs and his balls getting bluer by the second.

There was a small copse of palm trees and bushes up ahead, and as soon as he stepped into the small would-be forest, someone grabbed his hand, pulling him up short.

Before he knew what was happening, Rosemary was dragging him into the shadows of an enormous palm, pressing him up to its trunk.

Its bark scratched at his bare back like fingernails as she pressed her lips to his again, breathing heavily as she grabbed blindly for his member.

"Don't stop," she begged him, putting him back inside her, where he belonged.

He did her one better.

With an almost animalistic growl, he grabbed her and pressed her to the tree trunk instead. He lifted her leg again so he could get deeper inside her, and he began to thrust in earnest.

He grabbed her butt in one hand and cupped her face with the other, kissing her as he pulled her closer.

She moaned into his mouth and broke the kiss so she could let out a small scream of agonized pleasure.

She grabbed his ass, digging her nails into it as she tried to force him even deeper. "I'm coming," she moaned, her full breasts and her hard nipples squashed against his chest, "Dante, I'm coming!"

Hearing her say those words was enough to push him over the edge. He kept thrusting as he released all the pressure that had been building up inside him, and he felt the hot, wet come pouring out of him and into her.

She shuddered and shook as his come made her come too, and they both groaned and shivered against each other as they rode it out together.