Chapter 72: Sex on The Beach

Sam's POV

He kissed me hard, pulling my lower lip under his and squeezing hard on it, as if trying to suck off juices I never knew existed in it. His teeth held my lip in place, letting him have free rein as he licked hard on my lips, pulling soft muffled moans out of me.

I wanted this more than I ever thought I did. I wanted more, more than he was giving me. I moved my hands fast for his head; my fingers grabbed his head, digging into the silky chestnut-brown mop of his hair and pressing down on his scalp, pushing him down further on my lips.

It was only one night, I told myself. One night to feel this, one night to feel loved, to feel wanted, to be cherished, and to feel like a woman. Since I planned to enjoy all this for just one night, I planned to enjoy it to the fullest, shed all inhibitions, and give myself freely to my desires.

His kisses intensified, and he had to grab my head with both hands to get me steady for them. Around us, the waves whispered against the shore, low and loud, mimicking the thumping of my chest as I struggled to keep up.

His tongue slapped my mouth open, and he began to lick me off—the walls of my mouth, my tongue, and my throat. He licked every inch of my mouth, hunting, tasting, and licking up my saliva like it were sweets.

He had to hold me steady to keep me on my feet as he moved hungrily against my lips. Each kiss, hard, hot, and sensual, sent tingles slicing down my veins, my blood boiling up inside of me, as hot as lava. Each kiss reached to the depth of my soul, pulling out my deepest desires, making me burn so hard I moaned raw against his lips, squirming like a snake as I spasmed into him, my breasts jutting against his chest.

Gradually, he dropped from my lips, and his wet lips pressed against my neck, and a wave of delicious goosebumps crawled down my skin. I threw my head into the air, crashing out a moan that made my throat tighten and grow hoarse instantly. Then he kissed my collarbone, licking me up, tracing his way down to my cleavage, until finally, his lips, wet and slick with both of our salivas, latched against my nipple, while his fingers twirled my other nipple like a dial.

The combined effort of the cold wind crashing on my bare body and the subtle acts of his touches sent sensations bombarding the whole of me in a wave so powerful my body crumbled under it. My legs wobbled beneath me, growing weak. I grabbed tighter to his head, my nails digging holes into his scalp as I struggled for the mental torture of everything.

The wave of pleasure crashing through me as he continued to worship my breasts, fondling them, squeezing on my nipple with his fingers, and sucking on the other was so hot, I felt like a blazing furnace about to run wild.

I threw my head heavenward, my vision blurred from the dark, starless sky as I released a rough, guttural moan into the air. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and back, like bouncing on and off my head. My chest heated up as my throat burned from the weight of the moan that just crashed out of it.

I grabbed tighter to his head for the control and balance he was slowly robbing of me with each wet kiss he made on my nipples as he sucked on them, lapping his tongue against them, and with every tweak of my other nipple, which sent a throbbing, yet delicious ache burning up my veins.

My fingers were left grasping the hair when he dropped down to his knees, moving from my nipples. I was wondering what his plan for my body was next when his tongue slapped into the wet moistness of my sex.

“This is hell! Fucking good! Rowan.” I gasped out, my lungs vibrated, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, like a lever pulled to the extreme back. The sea, the dark stareless sky, and the not-so-bright moon, and even the world around us blurred out of focus, and all I saw was darkness. I was temporarily blind, yet I was licking my lips, relishing every bit of the way he stuck his wet lips in and out of my moistness.

He licked my juices, lapping hungrily at them like they were honey. He moaned softly against my sex, his breath tingling my pubic hair.

Now, I could no longer remain on my feet. The wave of delicious tremors that burned through my veins felt like the weight of two earthquakes crashing inside of me at the same time. My legs quickly gave up under the weight of the intense sensations, and I crashed fast to the floor.

He broke off my sex, pulling his wet tongue from my silky folds, and he caught me in his arms, laying me on the warm sand, which felt like silk against my skin, the golden grains shifting beneath me.

Once I was laid on the sand, he continued with his assault against my sex, fucking me with his tongue, just as he pinched and pulled the outer wall of my clit with his teeth and sucked on it with his lips.

My fingers dug hard into the sand, the grains sticking to my nails, as he sent ripples of electrical charges up my sex to my brain. I felt like my brain was frying up inside of me with each thrust into my sex with his tongue.

Moans upon moans cried from my throat, making my throat throb and hurt, my thighs quivering like a busy alarm bell, and clasping against his head. Yet, he didn't stop; he kept licking and sucking on my clit, pinching and grazing me with his teeth, and tongue-fucking me, all in a subtle and intensely sensual way that fired up my brain like one giant wave of hot needles, making me squirm on the sand like a trapped fish.

My eyes rolled to the top of my head, and at the same time, my legs quivered so hard, I thought they were paralyzed. My nails dug deeper into the sand, and I cried out another moan into the night, one so loud and intense my whole body vibrated against the sand as my orgasm crashed out of me in an intense wave.

My cum bath sprayed against his face, my thighs still quivering at his head. He leaned up from my sex now, grinning, with thick white slimy liquid I recognized as my cum dripping down his face.

“You taste great, Samantha. You fucking do.” He breathed. He licked my cum, those around his mouth as he took off his clothes, and once he was done, he didn't wait even a moment, and he steered his cock into my sex, the tip slapping my clit apart.