Secret Retreat - Episode 10

She stripped off her silk robe and let it pool at her feet. The air in the private cove felt cool against her bare skin, yet heat pulsed between her thighs. She watched him from across the moonlit sand—already hard, already waiting. He walked toward her with deliberate steps. No words. Just the wet sound of his feet in the shallow surf and the heavy rhythm of his breath. When he reached her, his hands found her waist first, then slid down to grip her ass. He squeezed hard enough to make her gasp. She dropped to her knees without being told. Salt clung to his cock when she took him in her mouth. She worked him slowly at first, letting the taste of ocean mix with the taste of him, then deeper until her throat tightened around his length. He groaned once, low and rough, and threaded his fingers through her hair to hold her there. When he pulled her up, he kissed her hard—tongue claiming the salt from her lips—then turned her around. She braced her palms against the warm rock. He spread her legs with one knee, found her slick with want, and pushed inside her in one smooth thrust. She cried out. He fucked her with steady, punishing strokes, each one driving her harder against the stone. The sea hissed behind them. Her climax hit fast and sharp, legs shaking, cunt pulsing around him. He followed seconds later, spilling deep inside her with a strangled sound against her neck.