“Lie down on your stomach.” He whispered into my ear. His hands rubbed my shoulders as I stood watching the water. They slid down, yanking at my bikini top. Our favorite blue and white striped beach blanket was already on the sand, a basket open next to it revealing an assortment of goodies.

“What are you doing?” I started, turning to face him, licking my lips. Warm afternoon sun glittered on the ocean behind us. The beach was deserted. Waves rolled up along the shore in a calming rhythm. I reveled in the steady pressure of his hands on my skin. It would feel so good to bare it all and let summer work its magic. I glanced down the beach once more just to make sure. All clear. Moisture pooled low in my belly.

He held up a bottle of cocoa butter and his lips curved up a devilish smile. “I wouldn’t want you to get any tan lines.” His chest was bare, the well-defined muscles of his abs and stomach making my sex clench in anticipation. Blond and windblown, he looked like a merman ready to claim his latest conquest.

“I suppose you want the other half too?” I inquired innocent eyes blinking up at him. My hands reached up and tugged at the loosened strings. The bikini top fell free onto the blanket, my breasts bared to his view.

“Oh yes.” His lips met mine, fingers twisting in my long red hair as he pulled me close. His hands spanned my hips, plucking at the ties holding the bottoms together. “Now that’s the kind of view I was hoping for.”

I parted my thighs and let the fabric fall free.

“Ummm. Good now on your stomach, woman. I don’t want you to burn.”

“Too late.” My voice was husky as I trailed my finger down his chest and stomach, stopping just above the line of his shorts. I reached up and kissed him full on the lips, breasts nuzzling him. My nipples hardened, anticipation of things to come slicking my channel. His shorts tented, the erection prodding my stomach. “Someone’s glad we got a beach day.”

“You know it. Now let me rub this in so you tan.”

He uncapped the cocoa butter, the scent of it wrapping around me like a rapturous cloud. He realized it too. I knelt down, spreading my legs so he could kneel between them. Slowly, I lowered by body to the blanket.

“Good girl. Now hold still.”

He poured some of the slick cream onto my back and I shivered. It was cold. Nipples pebbling, into stiff peaks of desire I let his hands caress the terrain of my body. He began to rub the cocoa butter in, rubbing it into my skin. His lips pressed into the spaces his hands left, leaving a trail of fire across my flesh.

“God you are positively sinful.” I moaned, my legs parting just a little so he lay flush against me, his erection separated from my sex by a thin layer of fabric. I wanted to reach between my legs and bring myself off, but that was not part of the game.

“Pot calling the kettle. Open for me.”

I heard his zipper come down. His cock head prodded against my opening. I mewled as he maneuvered it around to coat it with my juices. Angling my hips, I allowed him entrance. His cock slid into my sopping pussy. I groaned at the fullness of him stretching me wide.

“On your knees baby.”

I scrambled to comply. Him still sheathed inside of me, we moved as one. “Fuck me.” I breathed. “Hard.”

“As my lady wishes.” He slid in deeper with one dynamic thrust and reached beneath me to cup my breasts. The sun glittered on the water as he took me, dazzling my eyes. His body and mine moved as one. His hands moved down my sensitive skin and found the apex of my thighs. He tweaked my clit and fireworks shot off behind my eyes. I jerked and he followed suit, the anticipation making it all the more sweet. Moments later as we sank to completion I realized we had never finishing applying the cocoa butter. If we lay in the sun too long he would burn. 

My lips turned up in a grin and I reached for the bottle. “My turn.”


Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parent’s old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to Sweat, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen (upcoming), Unbound, Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue and Man vs. Machine: The Sex Toy Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2, Slave Girls (upcoming) Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers (coming soon) Kink-E magazine, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love. She is the author of the Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires and Samhain Shadows. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.

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