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She was giggling madly, which made her wiggle just a little, which was doing some truly great things for his man parts. Then her laughter subsided. She rested her head on his shoulder and went still. They lay there together, breathing in the clean sea air. A boat passed somewhere not too far off, engines throbbing, radio occasionally crackling to life.

Addie lifted her head, hair spilling over her forehead, cheeks flushed, eyes sultry, lips parted. “You’re on.”

He lay there, hardly able to believe the change in her. His cock reacted, hardening nearly fully in record time. All she’d done was look at him.

“You need to put on another condom.”

He said nothing, scrambled to obey, had it on and was lying back down within seconds.

She straddled him again, lifted herself to her knees, the strength in her thighs controlling the height of her hips.

Not low enough.

As if she heard him, she lowered herself until she was sitting at the base of his erection, pressing it against his abdomen. His cock felt nestled in the warmth of her sex. He knew more was coming. He couldn’t wait.

Addie lifted her arms over her head, pulling her breasts up, lengthening her torso. Then she began to sway, sliding her sex over him, stimulating his cock, undulating her body, eyes closed, like a belly dancer in a trance.

It was the sexiest thing Derek had ever seen, all the more so because he knew what she had to fight to be this free with him, because he knew this was a vote of confidence and trust in their intimacy and in him, that she felt comfortable and safe enough to let loose.

He groaned and grabbed her hips, pushing his up to increase the pressure, going from aroused to nearly desperate in a matter of a minute.

She caught his mood, began to ride him gently, rocking her hips up and back instead of side to side.

When he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand that, she pressed her hands into the sand on either side of his head and lifted, allowing his penis to come to full attention. Allowing him to feel the loss of warmth and the coolness of the breeze.

Only for a moment. Thank goodness.

Her hips lowered again, just to the tip of his cock, trapping it, then circling gently, making him use all his strength not to shove inside her, pump into her softness until he found release.

“I’m psychic, did you know that?”

“Nope.” He spoke through clenched teeth.

“I am. And I’m getting something from you...” She gazed sightlessly off into the distance. “Wait... Yes, got it. You want to be inside me.”

“Amazing.” He sounded as if he was strangling.

“All the way.”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Hmm.” She came down farther. An inch of him disappeared. Her sex was warm and tight around the tip of his penis. He fisted his hands, swallowed convulsively.

“Do you like that, Derek?”

He nodded, sweat breaking out on his forehead, completely under her control, and not minding at all.

“How about this?” She moved lower; another inch of him slid inside her, another inch sensually enveloped. He wanted to pound his fists in the sand.

“Yes. I like that, too. More, please.”

“Like this?” She hesitated, poised, making him wait. Then bore down powerfully and took him all the way in.

He gave a yell he was ashamed of then forgot his shame as she moved fiercely up and down. He tried to slow her movements, tried to stop her, somehow. But she was relentless, gripping his cock with her body, releasing and gripping again, panting in his ear, whispering what he felt like inside her, hot and hard and making her crazy with pleasure.

He was lost, too far over the edge to stop. With another shout he came so hard he felt as if his body was trying to turn inside out.

Oh, man.

“Addie.” He could barely say her name.

“Mmm?” Her eyes were bright with triumphant pleasure. He’d never seen anything so beautiful.

He had to catch his breath, pulling her down to clasp her in his arms. “I want you to understand something.”

“Yes?”

“It is physically impossible for me to come three times in this short a time.”

“Really.” He could hear the smile in her voice.

“I think you must be a witch. Or a shape-shifter.”

“Supernatural sex.” She kissed his neck contentedly. “Cool.”


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