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up into her hair again. Then he leaned into her, and with his hand on the back of her head like a safety net, she let him guide her down until her back landed in the soft sand. Once the ground had her firmly in place, when there was no longer a danger of falling, she tugged at his shirt until he got on top of her.
     
    With her body pinned beneath him, Nick’s kiss was breathless and desperate now, hungry and relentless, and she returned it with the same feverish fervor. He gripped her hair tighter, kissed her harder, but even as he did, he kept his hips above hers, lifting slightly when she tried to press her hips against him, like he didn’t want her to know how aroused he was.
     
    Deanna hooked her leg around his waist and pulled him down to her. Nick groaned into her kiss as his hard cock dug into her hip. His body pressed hers into the sand, molding against hers like the sand molded to her back and shoulders. The kiss deepened and intensified, and with every touch, there was less and less turning back, less chance of this doing anything but happening right here, right now.
     
    “Come here,” Nick breathed, and rolled onto his back. Deanna sat up, pausing just long enough to shake some sand out of her hair and clothes, then got on top of him. He curved a hand behind her neck and pulled her into another kiss, and as his tongue slid past her lips again, his free hand slid between their bodies. Beneath her skirt. Up her thigh.
     
    Deanna shivered, moaning into his kiss as he teased her through her panties. His fingertip circled her clit through the thin layer of fabric, and her body moved of its own accord, her hips rolling just right to press against his fingers.
     
    “Oh God,” she whispered, barely breaking the kiss. Her eyes rolled back as he brought the very beginnings of an orgasm to life with his slow, gentle touch. It felt amazing, but she ached for more, and her own voice seemed to come from miles away when she said, “Fuck me, Nick.”
     
    “With pleasure.” He drew her down into a deep, violent kiss. She ground her hips against his, and the way his cock rubbed her pussy, she thought for sure she’d come any second.
     
    Abruptly, though, he froze. Then he broke the kiss and let his head fall back onto the sand. “ Fuck. We don’t have any condoms.”
     
    “I have an IUD,” she murmured.
     
    “Thank God,” he growled, and kissed her again.
     
    There was nothing graceful about this, just primal lust and blind fumbling and had they not been so caught up in kissing, they both probably would have whispered frustrated curses as they struggled with his zipper.
     
    But the zipper finally gave. And he pushed her panties aside. And before she knew which way was up, before she could think once never mind twice, he was inside her, and they were moving, and hot sand ground beneath her shins and bit into her knees, but it didn’t matter because his thick cock fit perfectly inside her.
     
    They kissed as clumsily as they’d struggled with their clothes, but their hips had it right. Smooth, fluid, striking that delicate balance between fast enough to turn them on and slow enough to keep this from being over too soon. Every time she moved, her clit rubbed against his body, and she whimpered as her climax closed in. Their bodies moved together like they were made for this, like there was a reason they fit together so goddamned flawlessly.
     
    Nick groaned, screwing his eyes shut, and arched his back beneath them, thrusting upward as she rode him faster, and Deanna couldn’t hold back anymore. Her lips parted in a soundless cry as electricity radiated from her clit, sending waves of cool ecstasy to every last nerve ending in her body with every thrust and every motion.
     
    He groaned, squirming under her, so she rode him faster, her vision blurring as every stroke pressed her clit against his body just right and slid his cock across her G-spot. They tried to kiss, but both were breathing too hard, so