**”Need You on the Beach”**

The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in deep oranges and purples, but all I could focus on was her. Emma, sprawled out on the blanket beside me, her toned legs stretched long and relaxed after a day of swimming. She was still glistening from the ocean, her blonde hair damp and clinging to her shoulders. The way she arched her back slightly, letting out a soft sigh, told me she was still riding the high of the saltwater and sunshine.

“You look way too good like that,” I murmured, my cock already stiffening in my swim trunks just from watching her.

She smirked, stretching her arms above her head and letting out a quiet moan as her muscles flexed. “Like what?”

“Like you know exactly what you’re doing to me.” I ran a hand up her thigh, feeling the heat of her skin under my palm. She was warm from the sun, soft and smooth except for the faintest trace of sand.

Emma bit her lip, her eyes darkening. “Maybe I do.” She hooked a leg over mine, pulling me closer. “Or maybe I just need you.”

That was all it took. My hands were on her hips, dragging her across the blanket until she was straddling me. The thin fabric of our swimsuits did nothing to hide how hard I was, and the second her pussy pressed against my cock through the material, we both groaned.

“Fuck, you’re soaked already,” I growled, grinding up against her just to hear her gasp.

“Yeah? Feel good?” She rocked her hips, her wetness seeping through the fabric, making me throb.

I didn’t answer—just grabbed the waistband of her bikini bottoms and yanked them down her thighs. She lifted her hips, letting me peel them off completely before I flipped her onto her back. Her pussy was already glistening, her lips swollen and parted, begging for attention. I didn’t waste time. I buried my face between her legs, licking a thick stripe up her slit.

Emma cried out, her hands fisting in my hair as I sucked her clit into my mouth. “Oh fuck, yes!” Her hips jerked, grinding against my tongue. I could taste her salt and sweetness, the way she clenched when I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right to make her gasp.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I muttered against her pussy, fucking her with my fingers while my tongue circled her clit. “Gonna come all over my face?”

She whimpered, her thighs tensing around my head. “Yes, yes, please—”

I didn’t let up, sucking and fucking her until her whole body shook. She came with a sharp cry, her pussy pulsing around my fingers as I drank her in.

Before she could even catch her breath, I was shoving my trunks down and lining my cock up against her entrance. “Need more?” I growled.

Emma nodded frantically, her legs spreading wider, her knees almost touching her shoulders. “Stretch me, please. Need to feel you.”

I pushed inside her in one slow, deep thrust, groaning at how hot and tight she was. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, her walls fluttering as she adjusted. “Fuck, you take me so good,” I panted, rolling my hips to sink even deeper.

She moaned, her nails digging into my back. “Harder. I can take it.”

I didn’t hold back. I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, making her gasp. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with the crash of the waves as I fucked her into the blanket, her legs locked around my waist.

“You like this?” I grunted, gripping her hips to drive in even deeper.

Emma’s answer was a breathless scream as she came again, her pussy squeezing me like she never wanted to let go. The pressure was too much—I groaned, my balls tightening as I spilled inside her, filling her up until we were both shaking.

We collapsed onto the blanket, sticky and spent, the ocean breeze cooling our overheated skin. Emma turned her head to kiss me lazily, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “Told you I needed you.”

I smirked, pulling her closer. “And I’ll always be happy to stretch those legs for you.”