The sun had set beyond the ocean’s horizon, spelling the end of our day at the beach. Our group made their way back up the beach to the rental house, tucked among the sand dunes. David and I walked side-by-side, keeping a steady pace with one another while the others took off ahead, laughing and likely planning the rest of the evening for us. I looked over at him, at that face. I loved his stubble, loved the way it felt against my skin. He met my eye with a look I knew too well. God, it’d been just this morning, but I already craved his touch. I craved him inside me, craved him in my mouth. The others had gotten a bit ahead of us and he came to a complete stop, grabbing my arm to anchor me in place as well. We glanced towards the group, who didn’t seem to notice we hadn’t followed. Turning his face back to me he grinned wickedly before dipping his head to crush his soft lips against mine. With hands pulling my hips toward him he walked us into a gap in the bushes, where we were hidden as we laid down on the soft sand. He cradled my face in his hands roughly as he kept our faces joined and lowered his hips onto mine so I could feel how hard he already was. And damn was i wet. He ground his dick on the thin strip of fabric standing between us. He had to know how wet I was. I took his hand and guided it inside my bikini, to the soft throbbing heat between my legs. He slipped his fingers inside me. Fuck!