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back to my mouth and my legs opened wide. He settled between them and then he was in. Ahh ! Fuck! Yes! His dick felt so good, like it needed to be there, inside of me, fucking me. And fuck me he did. It didn’t take me a minute to get my groove on before I was pushing against him, grabbing onto his ass and getting as much out of him as I could get before the orgasm hit. And when it hit, it hit hard. I let out a wail as it came at me and claimed me as its own.
    He was right there with me and he finished right after me. We kissed as the orgasms swept through our bodies and kept kissing until they left us panting and wanting more. He stayed on top of me, inside of me, owning me for a long moment before he fell off and breathed heavily, staring up at the sky.
    “Wow,” I said and propped my head up with my elbow. “That was fan-fucking- tastic !”
    He grinned. “It was, wasn’t it?”
    I kissed him, licking his lips as I did so, then pulled back. “I never did anything like that before.”
    “Me either.”
    I leaned back and stared at him. “What?”
    He eyed me. “What do you mean what?”
    “I mean, what,” I said. “You’ve never had sex on the beach before. You?”
    “No,” he said, then paused. “Does that come as a surprise?”
    “Well, yeah, you’re a stripper,” I said.
    “It doesn’t make me a man whore,” he said.
    “Oh,” I said and thought about it. “So, I’m your first, sort of like you’re a virgin?”
    He cracked up. “In a way, yes.”
    “Cool,” I said and bit my bottom lip. “Just so you know, I’m not a slut. I don’t do stuff with every guy I meet. And it’s been a while for me and I was a little drunk and—”
    “ Shh ,” he said and pulled me to him, kissing me softly. He pulled back and stared me dead in the eye. “No need to explain.”
    I smiled and then I stared at him, at his handsome face and those eyes… I couldn’t get over how gorgeous they were, those eyes, how beautiful and gray with the thick black eyelashes. I could get lost in them, like in some country song or something. I began to feel something then, something I’d never felt before. It was totally new and it felt right. I didn’t know it, but I was sure I was feeling love, real love, genuine love. And the way he stared back at me, I knew he felt it too.
    I wanted him again. I wanted him so badly. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Take me home and fuck me again. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me as long as you fuck me.”
    I’d never said anything like that to a man before but I was beside myself with lust. I had to have him again. Now.
    He moaned as I kissed at his lips, then pushed me back gently. “Okay, but first you need to put your dress back on.”
    “Maybe you should put your clothes back on, too,” I said.
    So he did and I did. We put our still wet clothes on and then we walked to his condo which was just two blocks from the beach. I didn’t get a good look at it. I think it was nice, but I didn’t really care what it looked like. I just wanted to know where the bed was.
    We didn’t have time to find it because we were kissing and coming out of our wet clothes as soon as he opened the front door. He pressed his naked body against mine, kissing me deeply. He was hard and ready. I was wet and ready. It was time.
    He bent me over the arm of his couch and pushed my legs open. And then he eased it in, his hard cock filling me up. He leaned over to squeeze my breast with one hand before he started fucking me. Soon, he was power-driving into me. I couldn’t do anything but hang on for the ride and what a ride it was.
    “ Ahh !” I moaned, loving every second of it. “ Ahh ! Yes!”
    Then he gave my ass a good, hard slap. “Ouch!” I exclaimed, a little surprised. But then he rubbed it a little and I realized I liked it and wanted another. He gave it to me, slapping my ass hard before squeezing it.
    “Oh, yeah,” I said and rose up, grabbing his hand and bringing it