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“Fuck… you feel so good.” He groans against my mouth, moving his cheek to my cheek.

I’m riding fast now, flexing my thighs, grinding higher, and his hands are on my ass again, moving me up and down. He’s so deep, so hard, he’s hitting a place no one ever has. It makes little lights shoot behind my closed eyelids. It sends ripples of pleasure shooting through my inner thighs, centering in my core. My stomach flutters, and it’s tightening, tightening…

Holy shit, this is going to be so good.

“You’re hitting my spot…” It’s all I get out before my insides clench irresistibly, then splinter with fireworks of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Oh… oh!” I can’t stop moaning, and I only barely notice Chad moving faster.

His face is at my temple, his lips are at my ear. His ragged breathing, his moans as his orgasm crests… It’s all so fucking sexy, I come again in another round of clenching spasms.

“Tabby… holy—” He stiffens, and I feel him pulsing inside me, filling the condom.

His grip tightens, his muscles flex. It triggers another little burst in me. He pulses again, and a deep, sexy groan is in my ear.

It’s incredible.

Salt is on my tongue. Warm waters swirl and fizz around us, lifting and rocking us as if we’re in harmony with nature. We are… we’re doing what comes naturally. The thought drifts through my mind. It makes me smile.

I’m a limp noodle, barely able to hold onto him, but it’s okay because his strong arms are tight around my waist, holding me against his chest, kissing my neck, the side of my jaw, my lips. I turn my head and kiss him, and when our tongues caress, it’s another little burst of pleasure.

We kiss, kiss, kiss, and I blink my eyes open to meet his satisfied grin. “Did you come more than once?”

“I think you found my G-spot.”

He laughs, and it’s a deep vibration against my chest. “I like skinny dipping. I think we should do it more often.”

“You’re a natural at it.”

Fourteen

Chad

Tabby’s head tilts to the side, and she blinks those gorgeous green eyes up at me. “Is skinny dipping better than paintball?”

I’m holding her hand, leading us up the path to the top of the hill where my truck waits. “Yes. It’s better than paintball.”

She laughs, and I squeeze her hand. “Also better than church fairs.” I add.

We stop when we reach the truck, and she waits with her back against the door while I put the basket in the bed behind her.

“And local busybodies.” Her face tilts up, the setting sun covering it in gold.

I touch her chin with my thumb right before I lean forward and press my lips to hers. She exhales a sigh, melting into me.

I lift my head, looking deep into her eyes again. “So you liked my surprise?”

Nodding, she blinks slowly. “It was amazing.”

On the drive back, she scoots to the center of the bench seat, leaning her head on my shoulder. The window is down, and I put my arm around her.

It feels kind of perfect.

I look out across the ocean as we wind down toward town, and the salt

breeze twirls her hair around her shoulder. We don’t talk. We just listen to soft music playing on the radio, relaxed and happy. When I pull into her driveway, it feels too soon.

Tabby exhales deeply as she sits up looking at her door. When she looks at me, a hint of sadness is in her eyes. I’m glad I’m not the only one sorry our day is over.