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It was different from any other woman I had ever kissed. In fact, I didn’t actually like kissing women on their mouths. It always felt too intimate. I preferred to just get in, fuck them, and go home. If I started kissing and cuddling, then expectations grew, and I would never be able to provide them. This, right here, was different. It was almost as if I wanted the expectations to grow. I spent a lot of time trying to quiet my thoughts and think about what I was doing. I needed to remember the consequences this had, but then our mouths were fucking, and my mind was tranquil as I let myself be in the moment.

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Maeve

I didn’t want to think anymore. I didn’t want to overthink. I didn’t want to “do the right thing.” I just wanted to do the thing that felt right. I wanted to actually live in the moment for myself. I often lived for others, putting everyone else in front of me. Tonight, I just wanted to do what was okay right now. I woulddeal with whatever happened after this when it happened, but right now, it needed to be for me.

I jumped up, and Christian’s strong arms immediately reached out and lifted me so I could wrap my legs around him. I let my hands explore his long blond hair as I pulled it out of its bun.

With my legs wrapped tightly against his waist, I started to grind against him, moving up and down, when I heard a guttural moan escape from his mouth.

“Keep doing that, and I am going to take my cock out and shove it in your pretty little pussy. You’ll be so full of it that you won't be able to walk tomorrow.”

Ohfuck.I figured this man would have a dirty mouth, but how he spoke to me was erotic, carnal, and laced with unadulterated fervor.

“I want you to do all of that, Christian,” I murmured as our mouths devoured each other.

He lifted me over his shoulder, and I shouted against his back.

“Christian. What the actual—”

My toes hit the sand, and I felt the cool water against my feet.

“My jeans are getting wet,” I complained.

“Take them off.” I stared at him, my mouth hung ajar.

“You said you liked to be by the ocean, so let's go in it.”

“But it’s dark.”

“Live in the moment?” he asked. It was as if he could read my thoughts from earlier.

“Take them off for me.” The water was coming in quicker, so he hurried, pulling my pants off and throwing them to the dry sand. I stood in front of him in only a black lace thong. The only saving grace was knowing he saw me in less at the pool.

“Take off your shirt and let me see your perky tits. I know your nipples are so hard, just waiting for my mouth to suck them.” I quickly looked around. There were houses behind us. Granted,we were cloaked in the darkness, but anyone could walk by and see us.

“Christian, anyone could see us. We’re being reckless.”

Christian looked around and laughed. “Come on, firecracker. Show me what a good listener you are.”

I loved when a man praised me. When Tyler and I went to a few parties when we were dating, I was always intrigued with the way that some men and women used praise during sex. Tyler was always completely silent to the point I questioned if he even enjoyed what we were doing half the time.

Wait, I had to blink a few times. This was not the time to be thinking about him. This was about living in the moment.

I threw my shirt over to the dry sand too, leaving me in my matching lace bra. He leaned down toward me to kiss the part of my neck where my shoulder blades met the top of my clavicle.

“No.” I pushed him away and reached my hands behind me to unclasp the bra. Living for the moment, right?

Quickly, my bra came off, and I stood in the middle of a very public beach at night with the ocean at my toes.

“Take off your shirt, Christian.” That stupid smirk tugged at the ends of his lips.

“Yes, ma’am.” I don’t know why, but I shied away from him, almost turning away while he tugged his shirt off. I felt his rough finger on my chin as he turned my head so our eyes locked.

“Don’t be shy, firecracker. I like my women bossy in bed.” Immediately, I launched myself at him, and he caught me using a free hand to tug at my nipples.

“Christian.”I moaned. He pulled off his pants with one hand, which was impressive enough as it was, then lifted us so we were a little deeper in the ocean.

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