Page 92 of Summer Love

I hunted for a flashlight in the junk drawer. "I don't think I've ever done this before."

She leaned against the counter. "We used to do it all the time as kids."

I wanted to do anything that would make Elena happy, and I liked the look she got on her face when she talked about what she did growing up on the island. I wanted her to remember what she enjoyed about the beach, and I wanted her to stay. It was selfish, but I couldn't help it.

At the last second, I grabbed a blanket in case she wanted to sit on the beach. Outside, it was quiet. The waves lapped gently on the shore; the moon reflected in the water.

We walked hand in hand, the blanket tucked under my free arm. At one point, Elena guided us closer to the water to dip her toes in.

"It's the perfect night."

It was quiet, and almost no one else was walking on the beach. Probably because the air was so still and humid.

"Can we sit for a minute?" Elena asked, gesturing at the blanket.

"Yeah, let's head back to my house first." I had a feeling if we kissed, I'd want to take things further, so it would be better to be close to my house.

We found a spot near my house where we could sit and watch the water. I tugged her to sit between my legs. Her back was pressed to my front, but I wanted to kiss her.

She moved her face so she could see me better. “I wanted to talk to you about keeping our relationship between us and our families until after the article is published. It’s supposed to be about the most eligible bachelors.”

“If I’m not single, it kind of defeats the purpose of the article, doesn’t it?” At her nod, I continued, “I’ve thought about this too. I don’t want to keep us a secret, but I can live with that since it will be a matter of weeks until it’s published.”

Her body relaxed against me, and she let out a sigh of contentment.

I tipped her chin in my direction so I could kiss her. She turned slightly in my arms as the kiss deepened. I felt like I'd been holding myself back all day when it came to her.

She still wore the tiny tank top and pleated skirt, and I moved so that she was laying down on the blanket, her hair fanning out behind her. I eased between her legs, and her eyes darkened when she felt how hard I was for her.

"I've been waiting all day for this. For you."

She looped her hands around my neck. "What's stopping you?"

It was all the encouragement I needed as I resumed kissing her, cupping her breasts through the cotton tank. Then I drifted lower, dipping under the hem of the shirt and pushing it upwards.

"What if anyone walks by?" she asked, sounding breathless.

"No one's out this time of the night." I'd turned off my flashlight so we wouldn't be easily seen. The dog walkers generally dwindled after dark. Occasionally, teenagers were out and about, but it was quiet.

I pushed her tank up, revealing the lacy cups of her bra. Moving them out of the way, I took one nipple in my mouth, teasing the other between my fingers. She arched against me, seeking more friction.

I eased to the side slightly so I could use my hands more easily. I eased my fingers under the hem of her skirt, skimming the edge of her panties.

"Are you wet for me?"

She arched to meet me. "Why don't you find out?"

I cupped her pussy through the satin, and she was damp. "Is that for me?"

"Yes," she hissed as she rocked against my palm.

I slipped under her panties and through her folds. I dropped my mouth to her nipple while my fingers slid inside her. Her hot wet heat surrounded me, and I used a come-hither motion to stimulate her G-spot.

She whimpered, her hips arching into me while I played with her. I wanted to watch her come, but I wanted to feel it more.

I moved away from her, pulling down her panties, then shoving my clothes aside so I could grip my cock and feed it into her.

The night was warm, the sand sticking to us despite the blanket acting as a barrier. The ground underneath us was soft, but I made it work, bracing my hands on either side of her head.

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