You wrap your arms around my waist and pull me into a deep kiss. Our bodies pressed together, I can feel the heat of your desire radiating through your custom black swimsuit from slay my lingerie and into me. You taste like saltwater and sunshine, and I can’t get enough of you.
“I want you,” I whisper into your ear, my breath hot against your skin. “Now.”
You take my hand and lead me to our private cabana, hidden away from the prying eyes of other beachgoers. The sun beats down on us as we make our way across the sand, but I don’t care. All I can think about is getting you alone and having my way with you.
As soon as we reach the cabana, you push me down onto the plush cushions and climb on top of me. Your lips find mine again, and we kiss hungrily, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I can feel your hardness pressing into me, and I moan with pleasure.
“Take off your swimsuit,” I command, my voice husky with desire.
You do as I say, slowly peeling off your wet suit to reveal your toned, tanned body. I can’t help but stare, my eyes taking in every inch of you. You’re so fucking sexy, and I can’t wait to have you inside me.
“Now it’s your turn,” you say, your voice low and seductive.
I stand up and slip out of my own swimsuit, letting it fall to the floor in a wet heap. I’m completely naked now, and I feel vulnerable and exposed in the bright sunlight. But I also feel powerful, knowing that I have you completely captivated.
You pull me back down onto the cushions and spread my legs wide. I can feel the cool air on my wet pussy, and I shiver with anticipation. You lean down and start to kiss me there, your lips soft and gentle against my sensitive skin.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, my hands gripping the cushions as you explore my body with your mouth. Your tongue darts out and flicks against my clit, and I gasp with pleasure.
“You taste so good,” you murmur against my skin, your breath hot and wet.
I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with pleasure. And then, just as I’m about to come, you stop.
“Not yet,” you say, a wicked glint in your eye.
You move up my body and position yourself at my entrance. I can feel your hardness pressing against me, and I moan with anticipation.
“I want you inside me,” I beg, my voice hoarse with desire.
You don’t need any more encouragement. You thrust into me, hard and deep, filling me up completely. I cry out with pleasure, my body arching up to meet yours.
We move together, our bodies slick with sweat and sunscreen. The sun beats down on us, but I don’t care. All I can feel is the heat of your body inside me, and the pleasure building and building until it explodes in a white-hot burst of ecstasy.
We collapse onto the cushions, our bodies spent and sated. I can feel the sweat drying on my skin, and the cool breeze against my damp body. But I don’t care. I’m happy, content, and completely satisfied.
“I love you,” I whisper, my head resting on your chest.
“I love you too,” you reply, your arms wrapped tightly around me.
And as we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I know that this is where I belong. With you, my billionaire husband, at the most expensive beach resort in the world. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Don’t worry your escapades are safe with us.
He can’t get enough of me sigh….
