Please Fuck Me

It was Hesara's turn to feel fucked now! It was clear as day that her affection had shifted. Now she could not deny who she truly wanted...what she truly needed.

She also knew exactly what she needed to do. She sent a quick text to Dante to meet her by the ocean later in the day.

As she waited for the day to break, Hesara could literally almost mop up her juices as they swelled, spilled and rolled down her thighs from her shorts.

Immediate she met up with Dante, she pulled him to the side of the beach even as she looked at the growing tent in Dante's shorts. Of course he wanted her.

"Can I confide in you, Dante?" Her voice was low and sensuous as she moved in a bit closer.

She could surely feel his erection now, and he could barely breathe for fear that it would awaken him from this dream he was obviously having.

"Uh, yeah. Of course!"

She raised her hands to his chest and began to make small circles on it with her fingers, just like the ones she had been making on her pussy earlier.

I can't stop thinking about you. I'm sure it's just because I have been feeling neglected... but last night the only thing that could make me come was the thought of you. And this."

She trailed her hands down his stomach, making his muscles contract as she slid her fingers beneath the elastic waistband of his swim trunks and lightly grasped his penis.

Dante's POV:

    He had barely slept all night. Dante had dreamt of fucking his father's wife over and over again all fucking night. And now, she was right in front of him, talking about fucking him. He could not believe his eyes or ears.

His cock was pulsating with desire for her, and he could feel her body tense with anticipation as she felt it. He wished he could see her eyes behind her sunglasses...

"It's crazy, I know... you're Ramirez's son. But I wish we could do it again, just one more time. Just to get it out of my system."

Dante opened and shut his mouth a few times. Did she really just say that? Did she really just speak the taboo thought that had been running through his mind for days?

"I... I wish that too." He replied. He didn't add that he hoped to never get out of her system. He wanted to stay in her system forever so that they could keep having mind-blowing sex for the rest of his life.

"Do you think you could fuck me right here, right now?" She moved forward a bit more and pressed her ample breasts to his chest as she moved her hips against his cock, gently kneading his balls with her fingertips as she did so.

"Just one more time?" She added.

He wanted that more than anything in the world. He was aching with need. He could barely restrain himself.

He wanted to take her so badly, take her and make her his right there in that water, right there on that beach.

But still, he hesitated. What about his father? What kind of relationship would he and have after this?

"Dante?" She sensed his indecision, and stepped closer. She raised up on her tiptoes and put her small, delicate hands, the ones that had just been teasing him down below, on his cheeks.

Then she pulled his face to hers and kissed him, softly at first. Then she slid her tongue along his bottom lip, teasing him, making his skin tingle, and he wrapped his arms around her.

She began to probe his mouth with her tongue with increasing intensity as she pressed herself even closer, and when she let out a small, breathy moan of desire, he lost any control he had ever had.

Without thinking, he reached up and pulled off her sunglasses, tossing them into the water behind her. They were surely expensive, but he didn't care.

He needed to see her eyes - and he was not disappointed. Her golden brown eyes were filled with lust and her pupils were dilated with excitement as she pulled back from their kiss to look up at him.

Her cheeks were flushed and he could feel her heart hammering against his bare chest.

"I want you so badly, Dante," she whispered, as if she, too, were unable to control herself.

He had no choice but to bend down and kiss her again, even more passionately this time. His hands found their way to her breasts and she let out another moan, a bit louder this time, as he fondled them.

He traced the outer edges of them with his fingers, then made small circles around the areolae and the nipples that were already hard from his touch.

He moved his lips to her neck and began to kiss her there as she breathed heavily into his ear. "Ohhh..." she cooed, as her own hands moved back down to his trunks, "that feels so good..."

He wanted to suck on her neck, giving her a hickey that his father would see and know she was Dante's now, not his.

He wanted to bite her, to breathe her in and make her a part of him, but he held back. He groaned as she rubbed his penis through his trunks, and he moved his lips to her breasts.

He pulled aside the right cup of her bikini and took her exquisite nipple into his mouth.

She let out a soft cry of pleasure as he held it there, letting his tongue dance around the tip as he sucked on it.

With his right hand he caressed her left breast, lightly at first, then with more pressure, squeezing it as she wriggled in his arms.

Her hand contracted around his cock with every pulse of her thrumming body, and he wanted to give her more. He wanted to make her explode with pleasure, and he knew just how to do it.

He moved the hand from her breast and slid it down her stomach, feeling her soft, supple skin under the water.

He let it move down between her legs, and he heard her gasp as he took hold of her most private place.

He cupped his hand over her vagina, over the soft, supple material of her bathing suit, and he began to swirl his thumb over her clitoris.

Her moans grew louder as he increased the pressure, and her body began to twitch with the spasms of an oncoming orgasm.

With every spasm, she gripped his cock harder, more intensely, which only spurred him on. He sucked on her nipple so hard that it must have been hurting her, but when she cried out, it was in pleasure, not pain.

She was writhing more and more, bucking beneath his hand, and he could feel the warm wetness of her mixing with the wetness of the water that surrounded them.

He was sure someone could see them there, locked in their passionate embrace in the water, but he didn't care. He had to have her, he had to make her come. It was what he wanted more than anything.

Unable to hold back any longer, he pushed aside her bikini bottom and caressed her silky folds with his fingers.

He could feel that they were hot and she was slick with her own wetness. Last time had been all about making him come, but this time was her turn.

He kept his thumb on her clitoris as he plunged a finger inside her, making her jerk and gasp with pleasure.

He moved his lips back to her neck, panting in her ear as he thrust his finger in and out, reminding her of that same cock she was holding in her hands.