Mr. Brown grabbed me by the back of the head and kissed me passionately. He tasted like expensive cigars and I could smell his cologne mixed in with the expensive whiskey he had been drinking with the partner from the other firm. I was so mad at him that I wanted to pull away, but I couldn’t. We were on the beachfront, listening to the waves lapping, and had candlelight and the moon overhead. It was all so romantic—I couldn’t help but give in to him. I didn’t want to, and I really tried hard to pull away, but this just made him grab me more.
He ran his hand down my back, trying to pull my shirt up over my head. The weather was warm and the water that neared my feet was, too. Instead of rolling around on the beach, getting sand everywhere, I stood up and removed my shirt. I gave him a look that I knew he couldn’t resist and grabbed him by the waistband of his pants. I could tell he was hard as a rock and wanted me more than he probably ever had before. As we walked towards the water, I removed the rest of my clothes, except for those expensive bra and panties I had purchased just for our special dinner—the dinner that had been ruined by his drunkenness.
I was about knee deep in the water and kicked some up at him playfully. I watched him hurry up and take off his watch and his ring, putting them in the pocket of his pants. He laid them down next to our blanket and ran towards me in the water. He picked me up in one swift swooping motion and I could feel how hot his body was. He spun me around, straight out of a fairy tale, and started kissing me. The hot, passionate kissing while standing in the cool water was such an incredible feeling. He slipped his hand under the back of my bra and undid the hooks. He continued to feel me all over, before slipping off my lacy underwear as well. I watched them float away in the ocean before I watched him pull off his boxers.
We made love right there in the middle of the ocean underneath the moonlight. As things continued, I could feel him getting a little tired; he was lasting far longer than he had before. He made an effort to carry me towards the blanket again. I wrapped my legs around him as tight as I could so that he didn’t slip out from inside me. He laid me down on the sand, which was still hot from earlier that day. We were trying to be as careful as we could to keep the sand out of our behinds. As he got closer to finishing, I felt the waves again on my toes, and I tried to keep them from curling up.
We both were close to finishing now, and I let out a loud moan that must have triggered him, as well. Thankfully, I was close enough to the blanket to grab it and wrap up in it. He stood up to shake the sand off, and I watched the moon shining on his back. He looked so handsome. I told him I was ready to go inside and get a shower and that, even though the sex we just had was great, I was still mad at him. He just laughed and told me to put my clothes back on and we could hit showers as soon as we got inside.
Even though we had an argument, this was still some of the best days I had ever spent with anyone. Unfortunately, we would be headed back to reality soon, and our relationship was about to take a wild turn.