Sex At The Beach Novels & Stories

Her own climax hit hard under the combined attention, her body clamping down around whoever was inside her at that moment. After dark they took her down to the beach. The sand was still warm from the day. They spread two large towels behind a dune that blocked the view from the house. Selene lay on her back first while all four of them took turns between her legs. The night air was cool on her skin while the sound of the waves covered the wet slap of their bodies. Each man settled between her thighs in turn, thrusting deep and slow, hands holding her open or stroking her breasts. When she rolled onto her hands and knees, Jake entered her from behind and Marcus knelt in front so she could suc

Alex asked, his hands still on my hips. "Sand," I explained. "Everywhere. Beach sex is less romantic than the movies make it seem." He laughed, the sound unexpectedly normal in the surreal situation. "We can stop. Go somewhere else." "No." I looked down at him, his face shadowed in the moonlight. "I don't want to stop. I just..." I rolled my hips against him, where his erection pressed against my aching pussy through our clothes, and he groaned. "I want this."

The Sapphire Retreat stretched along the pristine coastline, the turquoise waves lapping gently against the sandy shore under the midday sun, the air filled with the salty breeze and the distant cry of gulls. It was a haven for those seeking solace and connection, and I stood at the edge of the beach, my linen shirt unbuttoned to reveal my toned chest, swim trunks hugging my thighs, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. I’d come here alone, drawn by the retreat’s reputation as a sanctuary for gay couples and singles alike, my cock stirring with the hope of finding a connection I’d long craved. The isolation of the location—miles from civilization—heightened the thri

They fucked me in every room: on the kitchen counter while making breakfast, bent over the balcony railing at night, in the shower where they took turns holding me up against the tiles. I lost count of how many times I came. But today, they decided it was time to take me out. “We’re going to a private beach club,” Jax announced while I was still recovering from my third orgasm of the morning, sprawled naked across the bed. “Wear something easy to take off. We want access.” I chose a tiny white bikini under a sheer black cover-up that did almost nothing to hide my body. The moment I stepped out of the bedroom, both men looked at me like they wanted to bend me over right there.

"Very spontaneous, exciting and sensual. Picture this: the sound of waves gently crashing, a light breeze, and just the two of you making some unforgettable memories under the stars..." "Ohhhhh..." "Girllllll..." "Ellaaaaa..." We all exclaimed in a low voice, laughing out loud at the end of it. We don't need a Seer to tell us she's not talking about the kind of ‘sex on the beach’ I currently have in my hand but the one that makes you cum and howl with bliss towards the sky. "Make-up sex though..." I say coyly, remembering a particular night with Thor. "Ooh la la– the efforts he puts into it..." Lily adds, sensually biting her lips.

She had become popular because of a web drama, but at the same time, her attitude had also become insufferable. I frowned as annoyance flared in my chest. I hurried over to Stella's side and said, "This is my private beach. You're the ones who should be leaving!" I tried my best to suppress my anger, but Felicity insisted on antagonizing me. "Your private beach?" Felicity asked as she scrutinized me with a mocking look. A smug smile stretched across her lips as she took in the simple T-shirt and beach shorts that I was wearing. I narrowed my eyes and took a step forward, asking, "Don't you know who I am?"

This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane.

A fang nicked my lower lip, meaning the flavor of my blood mingled with his, before the tiny wound healed almost instantly. I rubbed my body against his, making him groan as his cock thickened even further. Someone moved up behind me and began kissing the side of my throat. A warm body pressed against my back, another hard ridge pushing against the cleft of my butt. My senses whirled for a minute at the idea of being the filling in a sandwich, but in just a moment, I was too lost in the sensations to care. A third body came up and laid a hand on my bare shoulder. "Sex on the beach is never as glamorous as it sounds." Theron leaned down and kissed the skin just above his hand. "Somebody alway

"Just shut up and suck my tits." He chuckled, moving his hand up to roll my neglected nipple while the other made its way down, slipping between my parted thighs. This finger rubbed over my slit, gathering my essence, his mouth never leaving my nipple as he did so. "Always so wet and ready to be fucked." I shuddered, my arousal thickening in the air. "I'm not having sex with you in a swimming pool if that's what you're suggesting." "Who said anything about having sex?" Before I could as much as take in my next breath or make sense of his words, I found myself being lifted and deposited on the beach chair with Killian on his knees.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.