The waves are crashing, this beautiful man is gently holding my hair out of my face while he kisses me. And he still smells so damn good.
“Do you feel that, my darling?” He takes my hand and places it over his heart.
“It’s beating so hard. Are you OK?” I ask.
“In fact, I am not OK. You have ruined me, mon tresór.”
“Shut up and keep kissing me.”
He starts again by brushing his lips against mine in a sweet kind of teasing that builds up a heat between us. I tease back by licking across his bottom lip. Listening to his resulting moan makes me smile.
We hear the first explosion of fireworks over the water, and I feel it in my chest.
He whispers in my ear, “Come and sit on my lap. I want to hold you close while we kiss.”
“And miss the fireworks?” I tease while he pulls me into his lap. He leans back in his lounge chair and situates me sideways across his legs. “You watch the fireworks and I’ll watch you.”
I feel his hands squeeze my hips and pull me in tight. My hand goes to his chest, my fingers teasing over the buttons. A low groan from deep in his throat tells me he wishes I would stop fingering his buttons and commence with the unfastening.
Our lips seal together and I release the topmost button.
Lust takes over my senses and I swipe my tongue slowly across his bottom lip and then across his top lip in the opposite direction.
His roving hands caress my hair, my back, my legs. He whispers heated words against my mouth. “You bring up all manner of filthy ideas about what I want to do to you, angel.”
I palm the rod that’s tenting the front of his pants and watch in amusement as he sucks in his breath.
“Mon dieu,” he groans, letting one hand grip my ass while the other roams over the curve of my breast. It feels so good I let myself moan a little louder than I should, but the sound is covered by the continuing explosions of gunpowder overhead.
“I’m so sorry, I forgot we were in public,” he says.
I trace kisses across his cheek and whisper in his ear. “I’ve never been this naughty before, and I like it. Keep going.”
I feel his limbs tremble as his mouth devours mine between soft whispers in French against my lips.
Glancing around us, I see the closest fireworks watchers are a group of friends sprawled out on a blanket about ten yards away, their eyes trained on the sky.
I undo the top two buttons of his shirt and spread my hand across his warm skin of his slightly fuzzy chest. He kisses me as one of his hands explores the curves of my hips, while the other takes a journey under the hem of my dress. His touch travels slowly up the inside of my leg and stops once it reaches my upper thigh. If the sun was shining, people would for sure be getting a show right now. My dress covers his arm, but it’s clear what’s happening underneath. Fabian’s hand goes even farther up, cupping my pussy over my lacy thong.
The fireworks burst one after another, lighting up his face with blues, red and purples. In the flashes of light, I can see Fabian’s hooded eyes studying me, especially the bare skin of my shoulders and my breast that’s level with his mouth.
He licks his lips in the same way he did earlier today, and I think my panties might explode. The two of us engage in a back and forth to see how far we will go out here on the beach.
While his fingers work their way around the flimsy fabric under my dress, his sensuous mouth paints my exposed décolletage and shoulder with kisses. My fingertips squeeze his nipples in response. His mouth goes lower to kiss my breasts over the fabric, and his fingers find the soaked split under my panties. I deliver a kiss with a slight nip of my teeth against the delicious scented skin of his neck. His one hand squeezes my ass and his other one parts my lips and finds my clit.
I try to move. I want to straddle him, to feel his hard length in my hands and stroke. I wriggle a bit to situate myself, but it only sends shock waves of pleasure, multiplied by the pressure of his hands and his whispered demands.
“Stay where you are, mon pétale. I’m going to make you remember this moment. When I’m finished with you, you won’t ever be able to look at fireworks without squirting.”
Holy fuck, this dirty boy. “I want to ride you so hard but I want to be a good girl.”
Fabian whispers his approval and goes all in with his fingers on my clit, delving into my entrance to tease me, all while his mouth soaks my nipples through the fabric of this sundress.
His fingers keep working me over while his stubbly chin finds a way to push aside the fabric that’s keeping his mouth away from my tit. At one particularly loud boom in the sky, he has freed my breast and has latched on with his mouth and tongue. I allow myself to moan because nobody else can hear me. Fabian soft lips suck, kiss, and lick, all the while ruining my pussy with his hand. His touching, caressing, massaging and exploring of my clit, my cunt, and then back again has me squirting. Holy hell, I never pictured myself letting go like this in public.
When my orgasm rocks through me, I circle my arms around his neck and moan his name into his ear.
“I need you naked, petal. Come to my room.”
I agree breathlessly and I barely have time to straighten my mussed clothes before he guides me up the beach, into the hotel,
