Undying Fire: Sex on the Beach

Though Anne had not told Harley where she was going, he followed her driving directions anyway. He began to wonder just what she was up to when she led him down a long, winding road and they followed it all the way to the end. They continued to drive out onto the beach.

As she got out of the car and let the sand squish between her toes, Harley parked beside her and laughed. "I can't believe you brought me to the beach at midnight. Do you know that we've arrested people for being out on this beach at midnight? It's supposed to be private property."

"Ha! Just tell your underlings it's research work and make them leave," she said with a carefree laugh. Then she yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it on top of the car.

"I don't think they're going to believe my story if we're both completely nude," he pointed out with a grin. His eyes never left her as she playfully removed the rest of her clothes, throwing each piece in his general direction. Harley had to dodge when she threw her shoes.

"Aw, can't take a shoe to the gut, Harley?" she chuckled.

"I could if I had to," he said, trying not to laugh but failing miserably.

Then, completely naked, she stepped up to him with a mischievous grin. Why was that smile so familiar to him? And her eyes—her amber colored eyes. Where had he seen them?

"Come on, Harley," she said as she deftly unbuttoned his shirt. "Time to join the party. You and I are going to go for a swim."

"Are you crazy?" he asked as she pulled his arms free of the shirt, walking all the way in a circle around him to do so. "Do you have any idea how cold that water is?"

"Right now? It's probably about forty-two degrees," she answered. "Why, are you afraid of a little cold water? I never would have thought it of you, Detective."

"I'm not afraid of anything," he said with bravado. "Let's go!"

"Don't you think you might want to take off your pants first?" she chuckled as she tugged at the waistband.

"Um, yeah, that's a good idea," he said sheepishly, and shed the rest of his clothes as quickly as possible. "Okay, now let's go."

With a giggle, Anne grabbed Harley's hand and pulled him along behind her, heading towards the water. She didn't pause when they reached the thundering waves, but simply kept going, pulling him out with her into the shallows.

Harley gasped at the chill, but then he jumped in and went under the surface, emerging with soaking wet hair and hooting triumphantly. "Lord, that's cold!" he said as he wrapped his arms around her neck.

"You look good all wet," Anne told him as she ogled every part she could see. "Almost good enough to eat."

"You look pretty damn good, too, Anne Salvo," he answered, and the two came together, arms pulling each other closer as their lips crushed together, a raging heat swelling between them.

"Oh!" she gasped, and Harley took that opportunity to deepen the kiss. Anne welcomed his tongue in her mouth as though it was the part of her that had always been missing.

"Yes! More!" she breathed.

His hand came up to caress her nipple, while the other he splayed across her back, holding her in place. Then he bent down and took the ridged bit of flesh into his mouth instead. Her hands came up into his hair, holding his head against her insistently as she growled through clenched teeth. She bit her bottom lip as she leaned slightly backward, giving him even better access.

Harley switched his mouth over to the sister breast, thinking it may be jealous of all the attention he was giving to the first one. On the way there he uttered, "These are so perfect, Anne. Your body is perfect. I've never seen a more beautiful woman in my life."

"Hm, I like your pillow talk," she purred.

"What pillow?" Harley chuckled. "We're at the beach."

Anne suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders and tossed him down into the wet sand. A wave crashed over their torsos but did not reach their heads—yet.

"The tide's coming in, you know," Harley mentioned as she ran her tongue down his throat. She grinned up at him when he said this, but made no move to do anything about it.

"I want to taste you, Harley," she said in a sultry whisper.

Her tongue ran lightly over his jugular vein, and Harley gasped at the sensation. Then she was biting him, working her lips up and down and running her tongue over the place her teeth had just been.

About the fourth time she did so, Harley suddenly became aware that the wetness he felt on the area was neither saliva nor seawater.

"What the hell?" he gasped as he tried to sit up. "What are you doing to me?"

"Relax, baby," she cooed in soothing tones. "I'm not going to hurt you. I've got other plans for you. Just lay back and trust me."

"Why are you—uh—why are you biting me?"

"Shh! All done with that part," she whispered. "Take me, Harley Trent. I want to feel you inside me. Take me right now!"

Aroused more than he had ever been before, Harley wrapped his arms around her waist as he rolled on top of her, moving them so they were further out of the water as he did so.

Without hesitation he slid his hardened cock right inside her pussy and set a slow, languid pace. Anne groaned with each thrust, and she wrapped her legs up around his neck, using them to pull his head toward her own.

"Kiss me, Harley," she said, and he leaned the rest of the way forward and joined his lips to hers. Every time he thrust his pelvis, he thrust his tongue into her mouth as well. Soon both of them were moaning. Their hands gripped and fondled wherever they could find purchase amidst their wild abandon.

Faster and faster. Hotter and hotter. Thrust for thrust. It felt so good Harley thought he would willingly die from the amount of pleasure this woman gave him.

Finally, he burst forth inside of her with every ounce of the passion he'd been building up for over so long. Had it really been over a year since he'd taken a woman? Right this moment, it almost felt like he'd never truly had a woman. Certainly he'd never had one that made him feel like this.

"That was amazing," he told Anne as he lay on top of her, completely spent.

"That was only the beginning," she answered with a smile.

Harley saw blood on the edge of her mouth, and his hand came up to check his neck, coming away with a thick layer of red liquid. Then his head began to spin as Anne continued to watch him, the smile never leaving her lips.

Her eyes turned a golden, glowing shade as her teeth slid out, becoming a pair of fangs. Harley fainted from the shock.

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