Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Santino carried our backpack as we clambered down the staircase. We could have easily afforded to rent a boat or even a yacht to reach the beach. Money was hardly an issue, but during our entire time in Paris, apart from the central and expensive apartment, Santino and I had tried to live a basic life, like a student like myself would.
I enjoyed the simplicity of it and it made me appreciate the little things all the more. I knew Santino hadn’t expected me to be able to live without luxuries. Despite it being only ten in the morning, the beach was already beginning to fill up with visitors. Some only came down for a few spectacular photos for Instagram but others spread out their towels or even beach tents.
Santino and I settled on towels close to the cliffs on the right. Because this part of the beach was still in the shadows, it wasn’t as populated as the rest and so Santino and I could enjoy a touch of privacy.
I got out of my beach slip then began to unhook my bikini top.
“What are you doing?” Santino growled.
“I’m doing what many French girls do when they go to the beach, I’m flashing my boobs.”
Santino glanced around. Women of every age sunned topless. A couple of girls even played ping pong, their perky breasts bobbing up and down with every jump.
“I’m not sure I like other men staring at your boobs.”
I laughed and stretched out on the towel. “You’ll survive.”
I ignored the little voice that said he’d soon enough have to share me with Clifford. It wasn’t welcome right now.
“Seeing you half naked like that makes me regret my choice of shorts.”
Santino wore tight short pants that accentuated his muscled ass and his impressive junk, which was growing. He sat down close to me with a look I knew too well.
I grinned. Then my eyes registered a couple on the beach that was kissing really passionately, she actually lying on top of him. And another couple in the ocean was definitely getting it on.
Santino followed my gaze, a smirk twisting his face. “I’m really starting to love France.”
“Only took you two and a half years,” I teased.
He stretched out beside me, his head propped up on his palm. His smile promised trouble. I rolled on my side. “What?”
He scooted closer and kissed me, slow, but with purpose. I knew this kiss. My eyes fluttered, handing myself over to the sensation. Kissing Santino always gave me life. After a while, my nipples puckered and wetness gathered between my legs.
Santino pulled back slightly, his eyes trailing over my attention-seeking nipples. “Seeing them and not being able to suck them is torture.”
I bit my lip, the idea of Santino’s hot mouth around my sensitive flesh only increasing my need. I glanced along the beach to see if anyone was watching, but people were busy with themselves.
Santino scooted even closer then slid his hand between my legs, at first only resting it on my inner thigh. Then his thumb grazed my slit over the fabric and his lips claimed mine once more. While his tongue teased my mouth his thumb graced me lightly. The simple touch and his kiss with the added thrill of being in a public place soon had me sopping wet.
My breathing grew deeper and faster. Our kiss intensified, and the static between us raised goose bumps all over my body. Santino’s finger didn’t speed up but he increased the pressure.
“I need more,” I whispered against his lips. “I need you.”
Santino nodded then pulled away and closed his eyes briefly while he tried to position his erection so it wasn’t as obvious. “Let’s go into the water.”
I grinned and sat up. Before I stood, I quickly checked that my bikini bottoms didn’t show any hints of what we’d been up to. Santino rose to his feet. If you looked at his crotch, it was still obvious that our kiss hadn’t been innocent. It was a good thing that we were at the fringes of the beach.
We went into the water and Santino immediately pulled me against him. I slung my legs around his middle, then lowered myself until I could feel his erection press against me. I moaned, already so ready for him. Santino reached between us, fumbling a bit before he shoved my bikini aside and his tip pressed against my opening. I lowered myself without hesitation. As his cock stretched me, my body began to shake. Santino immediately captured my lips, swallowing my moan as I came around his cock. He pushed me down until he was sheathed all the way inside of me.
“That was quick,” he growled, his lips tracing my throat.
“I was already well-prepped.”
“Hmm.” He lightly bit down on my shoulder. He felt impossibly hot inside of me, maybe because of the cold of the surrounding ocean.