Page 100 of Champagne Fizz

The water is cold and invigorating. I almost moan at the contrast, trying to imagine how sinful it must feel for Kendall who’s ten times more aroused. I pump my arms through the water, propelling myself forward with several hard strokes. My hands catch her leg and I pull her back toward me.

There are bubbles and yelps, then skin and hips and legs thrashing. My arms find her waist, wrap around her, and bring us both to the surface.

I gasp for air.

She follows.

Then, her legs wrap around my hips. Air and arms and we’re kissing. I’m crushing her against me. We’re a tangle in the surf as our mouths fuse together in selfish want. Her body writhes and pulses like a mermaid afraid to be caught, yet she still devours me with her mouth.

Her bikini is a ruse. I can feel absolutely everything through it. Her tits scrape against my chest. Her thighs clutch my hips. Her pussy slides against my abdomen.

“Simon, oh wow!” Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I drop my hands to her ass to hold her firmly against my abs. The contact of my palms on her butt makes her thighs tighten. “Oh!”

I use my new leverage to drag her body wickedly against mine, lifting her up and down. Everything between us ignites—tits, chest, stomach. There’s so much skin lifting and rocking us with the pound of the waves.

I kick us backwards, closer to shore, until my toes touch the sand and I can hold her without treading water.

Kendall is lost—moaning and shuddering—as she surrenders to the friction between us under the water. Her hands rake down my chest in a frenzy as I increase my pace. She’s gasping when I adjust my hands and skim my fingers across the fabric between her legs.

“Oh heck—!”

The jolt of her body against my hand begs for me to pull the fabric aside and stroke her swollen flesh, then slip my fingers between her sea-kissed folds and watch her orgasm.

“Simon!”

But she’s already bucking and panting and trying to kiss me as she gasps.

“Come for me Kendall,” I demand, increasing the pressure of my fingers against the bikini fabric.

She detonates. “Yes! Oh yes! Oh—!”

It’s clear that stroking her through the fabric of her bikini is the same as touching her bare flesh. She slings her arms around my neck and holds on for dear life.

“I’ve got you,” I assure her, dragging my fingers back and forth with the pulse of the ocean’s undulation. Even with that devious strip of fabric in the way, I feel her pussy quake.

She comes loudly, the entire cove echoing with her intensity.

This isn’t exactly third base, my fingers aren’t inside her, but it may be the closest she’s ever come to anyone touching her pussy. “Soon,” I whisper in her ear as she bucks against my fingers. “Soon it will be my fingers inside you. Then my tongue. Then my—”

She moans against my neck. “I won’t survive your cock,” she complains, starting to come down from the tremors of her orgasm. I hold her tightly as her whole body goes limp.

“Yes, you will,” I whisper. “We’ll work up to it.”

“That might take forever,” she whimpers.

“Then it takes forever,” I say, slowly moving us backward, to where it’s more shallow. “You think I’m going to get tired of touching your pussy?”

“That’s too dirty, Simon!” Her mouth falls against mine, panting, nibbling.

“It’s the dirty truth.”

I pull the fabric of her bikini bottoms to the side and trace my finger over the seam of her bare folds. Kendall jolts and looks at me in shock as I continue to tickle where she’s now exposed. I tease her with her eyes staring at me stripped bare—she can’t believe this is happening.

“I could spend days doing this,” I warn. “Then days tasting you. However long it takes.”

I kiss her softly as I continue to stroke, and I can tell she’s hot again even though she’s just orgasmed.

“Does the water help cool you down?” I ask and she nods.

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