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again to pull him back down. He reciprocates with even more urgency than before, pushing both his hands underneath my top and slowly pulling it up. I move away from him just long enough to let him take my top off over my head. His hands quickly find their way onto my shoulders and in a massaging movement he pushes the straps of my bra down my arms. When he unhooks the back of my bra and lets the silky fabric glide down my belly to the ground, the cool night breeze hits my nipples and instantly erects them. Rick looks at them with pure lust in his eyes and bending his head down, softly blows on them some more. The sensation rushes through my body and my clit throbs in response. I start tugging on his shirt and with fumbling fingers pull it over his head, while he slowly leads me to my knees and gently pushes me down onto the sand.
    I always imagined my first time to be in my bed, or in the guy’s bed, but never in the sand. On a beach, in the open. I feel too exposed out here, like people are watching and they can come out of the shadows at any moment to watch us up close. This isn’t at all like what I imagined it to be, and I don’t think I can go through with it. At least not out here.
    “I can’t do this,” I whisper to Rick.
    “Did I do something wrong?” he asks, looking at me horrified.
    “No,” I shake my head, “it isn’t you. I just… I can’t do it out here. I feel like people are watching, and the sand. It’s everywhere. It feels gross.”
    “No one is watching,” he whispers, trying to sooth me as he strokes the hair out of my face.
    “Still… I can’t do it out here.”
    He looks at me with sad eyes, “okay,” he mumbles and nods as he gets off me, then his eyes widen in shock as I take him by the hand and leaving our clothes where they are, I start pulling him towards our beach hut where I lead him inside. I lie down on the flat single blow-up bed on the floor and pull him down with me.
    “Are you crazy?” he chuckles quietly, “what if Anna wakes up?”
    I shrug and smile at him cheekily, “we’ll just have to be quiet then,” I whisper. Carrying on where we left of, I let my hands glide over his toned abdominal muscles until I reach the top of his jeans. I unbutton him and pull his zipper down, but I can’t push his jeans out of my way from the position I’m lying in and I let out a soft grunt. He smiles at me in return, but instead of helping me, he sits up on his knees and pulls my leggings and thongs down my thighs and over my feet. He slowly lets himself drop down on the floor next to me again, and resting his head on one hand to look up at me, he slowly glides his fingertips in between my breasts, down my belly and onto my mound. My breath catches for a second while he glides one finger down my wet folds and I let out a gasp. A feeling of pure pleasure rushes through me, and he’s barely even touched me. As he strokes his finger up and down, I shudder with excitement. Suddenly he pushes his finger inside of me, and I gasp with surprise and delight. He rhythmically pushes his finger in and out and I can feel my body already starting to lose control, but when I feel myself about to melt under his touch, he takes his hands away and pushes himself back onto his knees. He quickly push his jeans and boxers down and I can see his eyes scanning my body from head to toe as he stands up to push his clothes all the way down, a lustful smile playing on his lips, his eyes lit up with pleasure.
    As he lowers himself back down to the blow-up bed, he kneels down in between my legs, places a soft kiss on my belly before he grabs hold of his cock and ever so gently guides himself to my eagerly awaiting entrance. I let out a moan mixed with pleasure and pain when the tip pushes in and I feel him stretching me out. Once he’s completely filled me up, he gently pulls back before pushing himself fully back in again. As he picks up the pace, the pain starts to fade and I moan as I feel myself