Beach: Swim Test

Aphrodite

I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. I wasn’t the kind of girl who took chances, and I sure as hell wasn’t the kind of girl who seated myself on the rock-hard cock of a guy who had just been pretending to be somebody else so he could find out if I was hiring material.

Yet there I was, so excited by the man himself that it hardly mattered if he was a commander or a homeless surfer dude, just as long as the promise of his eager cock would soon be fulfilled.

“We shouldn’t stay here,” Joe told me between eager kisses. “Somebody might show up to interrupt us. Will you trust me, my little goddess of the sea?”

I grinned. “Trusting you doesn’t seem like a good idea from what I’ve seen.”

“I get that—I really do, but I’d like to put that aside for now. Come with me, sweetheart, I know just the place where we could be alone.”

There was something hypnotic about Joe Beach looking you right in the eyes and saying a thing like that. Something completely irresistible—I couldn’t say no even if I had wanted to.

Trust him? Hell no! But right that moment I would have followed the guy anywhere.

This time, I happened to follow him as he ran right out into the water and dove in, swimming out to a small island about a mile away. When he ran out onto its beach, he shed his t-shirt and tossed it on the ground, then flopped down on top of it, placing his hands behind his head and casting me a saucy grin.

“What are you smiling about?”

“You just passed your swimming test.”

I chuckled wryly.

“You’re not even tired,” he added as I tugged off my own t-shirt and tossed it down next to his. “That’s good.”

I snorted derisively. “It takes a whole lot more effort than that to tucker me out, kahuna boy. You gotta remember, I’ve been swimming my whole life.”

“Where’d you live before you went down to help with the research in the Keys?”

“My mom lived in Miami,” I told him, shrugging. “We had a house not half a mile from the beach, and the first time I set foot in the ocean I doubt I was even two years old.”

I reached over and started to run my fingers through the short, curly hair on his chest, but he didn’t move a muscle, he just kept watching me intently. Is it weird that he could get me so close to an orgasm with just that look in those sexy blue orbs of his? Because damn, I wanted to jump on and show him what that gorgeous body of his was good for!

“Why are you staring at me?” I finally asked with a slightly nervous giggle.

“I’m just visualizing you as a two-year-old. But it’s difficult to imagine it when faced with that lacy pink bra you’re sporting at the moment. I wonder if it would help if I took it off of you.”

“I doubt it would help you visualize me as a two-year-old, but I guarantee that if you did that, it would sure help something else out.”

He grinned. “That doesn’t need any help, sweetheart. It’s ready for a twenty-one-gun salute.”

“And we’re still just talking why?”

“I don’t know. Normally, I would never have brought you here on our first night—that’s just not part of my M.O. But there’s something different about you, Aph. Something I find completely captivating.”

I smiled at the sentiment, which mirrored my own. Then I bent forward and nipped at his bottom lip several times, waiting for him to nip me in return before I did anything else.

Instead, Joe flipped us over so that I was underneath him, moving against me in a suggestive dance that left my senses reeling.

“Sweetheart, you’ve got no idea what kind of fire you’re playing with,” he told me in a husky tone. “Last chance. I won’t be able to stop if we don’t do it now.”

“Most guys don’t even interest me at all, Joe. I’d be crazy to stop now, when it’s the first time I’ve ever lost control.”

Joe groaned, and ground against me harder than ever. I moaned, and he captured the sound with his mouth. Our tongues twined together, and I thought I would die if I didn’t get my sopping wet panties off my body right that second.

As if he could read my thoughts, Joe reached down and tugged at the button on my shorts, unzipping them and pulling them off, panties and all. He tossed them somewhere in the general direction of our shirts, and I didn’t bother to track the movement. I was too busy looking at him as he ditched his own clothes. One look at that magnificent cock was all it took for me to release my last vestige of sanity and relinquish myself to the guy, body and soul.

Joe plunged into me. The gritty sand clung to my skin, and snuck into places it didn’t belong, as we began to move, but I was too far gone to care. The feel of him was electric in a way I had never experienced before, and every one of my nerve endings throughout my entire body seemed to be paying attention.

Over and over he moved against me, in me, bringing me to the greatest pleasure I’d ever experienced in my life, yet every time I believed it couldn’t possibly get any better, it did. I don’t know how long we lingered on that little island together, but it was long enough to roll over and watch the sunrise.

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