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I expected my pleas to be ignored or shoved aside as they had in the past with every other guy I’d tried to convince to stay with me. They never did, but I’d beg anyway. I was prepared for the same response from Shawn. Steeled myself for the rejection. That was not what he did, however.
One minute, I had tears running down my face, already mourning the loss of him, the next, his lips were on mine. Urgent and full of raw need. In one swift motion, he had me pinned down onto the beach chair. His body caged me under him. Our hands dug into each other as we pulled our bodies closer together.
He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I groaned out in delight. The noise caused him to pull his lips off me and to look over his shoulder to see if anyone was around. I cupped his face and pulled his attention back onto me.
“No one can hear us. Or see us,” I said, lifting my sundress over my head. “It’s just you and me.”
He looked down at me, lying under him in my white bikini. His face contorted as though he were trying hard to resist doing what we both so desperately wanted to do. Worried he might pull away from me, I tugged the tie holding the front of my top together. In a flash, my breasts were laid bare to him. My nipples hardened into peaks, ready to be sucked on. Instantly, I saw the fight in him disappear as he focused on my tits. He wanted me. As much as I wanted him.
Taking the initiative, I went next to the ties at my hips. My fingers wrapped around both sides, but before I could yank the ties free, he leaned back.
“We shouldn’t.” There was no conviction in his voice.
“Oh, yes, we fucking should,” I said before tugging both strings.
The fabric of my bottoms was still covering me, but one single move from him would eliminate the obstacle. I could easily do it, but I needed him to decide. I had shown him what I wanted. Him. All of him. The ball was in his court. Did he want me back? My heart thumped wildly in my chest as I waited for him to decide. I knew whatever the choice, it would affect the rest of my life. Either he would claim me and make love to me right there on the beach, or he’d refuse to take my most vulnerable offering.
In this single decision, our whirlwind romance would either be reborn or wither on the vine. The suspense was almost unbearable as I held my breath for his reply.
I focused all my attention on his eyes. Where I had always been able to anticipate what he was thinking, this time, they seemed to hold confusion. A sinking feeling in my gut grew. He didn’t want me.
That was when his hand reached down to remove the single piece of my bikini bottom. The sea breeze danced across my naked flesh. There were no barriers for him now. Gone was that vacant look in his eyes. It was replaced with determination. No, desire. That one look set my libido on fire.
A moment later, his lips were on my left breast. His tongue circled the tip before tugging it lightly with his teeth. While he worked me into a frenzy, my hands fumbled with the zipper on his shorts. Without pesky underwear in the way, he was out in the wild. He shoved my hand away and took the lead, shoving his cock inside me before I even had time to beg for him.
“Fuck, you’re so hard.” I panted as I dug my fingers into his hair.
His thrusts inside me were quick and dirty. And I was there for it. Harder and harder, we slammed against each other. I worried for a moment that we might break the beach chair. I couldn’t get enough of him.
His lips found my neck as my back arched under him. I wanted to give him every bit of me. Our bodies synced into the perfect rhythm as his grunts of pleasure grew deep with each thrust.
I was so wet that his cock slid easily in and out of me. The sounds of our mutual enjoyment were hidden by the crashing waves. If someone were to stumble upon this area, there would be no way to hear us. Instead of being scared of being caught, I found myself to be incredibly turned on. I’d never been so naughty with a guy before. Or had such an emotional connection. I’d always been too much in my head. Thinking about everything but having sex. But with Shawn...every touch of his skin on mine sent my desire to new levels. I had never wanted a man so much in my life.
Just when I longed for him to bring his lips back to my breasts, he did. He sucked and circled, knowing exactly the right amount of pressure to put on my nipples to make my toes curl and squeeze around him. When he moved to my other breast, I knew I would come soon.
“I’m so close,” I gasped.
That’s when he pulled out of me. I heard myself whimper at his retreat until he grabbed my hips and shifted me in one swift move down the chair. My ass hung at the edge of the seat as he gently moved one of my legs to the armrest. Understanding what he wanted, I moved my other leg to the opposite arm. I was laid open before him and anyone who might wander down this path. I held my breath as Shawn lowered his head between my thighs. His skillful tongue disappeared into my folds.
My moan of delight sent shivers through my body as I lifted my hips to his mouth, desperate for his touch. The wind danced across my breasts, which were still damp from his suckling.
While his mouth on my tits was amazing, his tongue on my clit was next level. The man knew his way around a G-spot. I spread my legs as wide as they would go to give him full access to me, not caring in the least if we were to be discovered. Let them learn how a man should pleasure a woman.
“Shawn, yes. Right there. Right fucking there.”
When he slid two fingers in to aid his efforts, I exploded on the spot. I screamed out in pleasure as my hands dug into his hair. My entire body shook with my release.
He gave me one last lingering lick before he lifted his head up between my thighs to meet my gaze. At that moment, I swear I saw his soul. The kindest, most passionate man I’d ever met. He was the one. I knew it in my bones. Our connection went beyond sex, and if I had to be the first one to admit it, then so be it.
“I love you.” The first time I’d ever said those words and meant it.
For a moment, he didn’t say anything. “What did you say?”
“I love you,” I repeated. “I don’t know when it happened. If it was there in the church when I first saw you, or if it was right here on this beach, but I love you. I needed you to know that.”
There it was. All out in the open.
Instead of answering me, he quickly shifted his cock back into his shorts, wiped a hand over his mouth to rid himself of my wetness, and took a step backward.
“I know you do,” he said. “Which is why I need to leave. Now.”
And without another word, that was exactly what he did.
