Page 100 of Playing With Fire

A wicked grin crosses my face even though it’s dark and I know she can’t see me. “I know you did. And I love what I’m about to do to you.”

Setting her on her feet, I push her farther into the shadows. Once I’m satisfied that we’re hidden by the cover of darkness, I strip my hoodie over her head and lay it in the sand before stripping off my shorts and laying them down as well.

“Hud!” Shannon whispers on a laugh. “What are you doing?”

“We’ve never had sex in the sand. I’m remedying that,” I tell her matter-of-factly.

She doesn’t fight me. If anything, she helps by stripping out of her leggingsand her top.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I say in awe of the woman before me.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” She’s breathless as she trails her hand down my torso.

Breathless is exactly how I like her.

“Ride me,” I command, pulling her down on top of me. Not only do I know she enjoys this particular position, I’d rather it be me that gets sand in uncomfortable places instead of her. That sounds heroic, but as soon as she starts bouncing on my cock, any semblance of heroism goes out the window.

Who am I kidding? This is the most selfish position for me to watch her tits bounce in the moonlight.

I grip her hips to help grind her on my cock and slide her up and down, but eventually she cries, “More,Hud. I need more.”

Since I can’t control the angle from this position, I need one where I can.

“Get on all fours and face the water,” I tell her.

Climbing to my knees behind her, I pause to take in the beauty of the ocean waves. They seem to continue through the waves in her dark hair until they crash on the shore of her lower back.

I line myself up and push into her pussy, driving deep. I know I’ve hit the spot she likes when she arches her back and whimpers, “Fuck yes, Hud. Just like that.”

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” I growl in her ear.

“Yes. So hard,” she breathes.

“Are you gonna makemecome?” I ask aggressively, getting into character.

“Yes.” As soon as the word leaves her mouth, I feel her bear down on me.

“Fuck, baby. That’s so good,” I praise her. “You’re gripping me so fucking tight.”

When she no longer answers, I know she’s getting close. Too caught up in the sensations to find actual words to respond.

“That’s it,” I encourage. “I’m about to fill you up. This pussy takes my cock so well. Oh, yeah…oh…fuck…”

I lose the word-finding ability myself as I pump into her, releasing my load. We used to play with a different kind of fire, but now we play with the fire of pregnancy. She told me no more condoms, though, and I want nothing more than to see her pregnant with my next child—and yes, despite what everyone thinks, Serafina is mine. As long as Shannon and I are together, that little girl is my daughter and that’s a hill I’m willing to die on—so really, we can’t lose here.

“Hudson,yes!” she screams, making me clamp a hand on her mouth. Playfully, I sink my teeth into her shoulder blade.

“Baby, shhh. People might be out on their porch.”Your parents, might be out on their porch,I think to myself about the house just a hundred yards down the beach from the pier.

As we come down from our orgasms, I realize we probably need to get dressed before we get caught so I help her stand and shake the sand out of her clothes as best I can.

Laughing, Shannon says, “It’s like getting exfoliated.”

I pull her to me and kiss her cheek. “Once we’re dressed, I’d love to talk to you about something.”

“Sounds serious,” Shannon says, a hint of concern lacing her voice.

“It is, but it’s not bad,” I say, putting her mind at ease.