The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink as the beach began to empty. Among the few remaining was **Lena**, an 18-year-old with sun-kissed skin and a bikini that clung to her curves like a second skin. She was lost in the rhythm of the waves, her eyes closed, her body swaying gently to the sound of the sea.
Nearby, **Marcus**, a man in his late twenties with a chiseled physique, watched her. His eyes traced the outline of her body, the way her bikini bottoms hugged her hips, the way her nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her top. He felt a stir in his shorts, a hunger that needed to be sated.
He approached her, his footsteps silent on the sand. “Beautiful evening, isn’t it?” he said, his voice low and husky.
Lena opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his. There was something in his eyes, a hunger that matched her own. “It is,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Marcus stepped closer, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, tracing the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “You’re even more beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire.
Lena’s breath hitched, her body leaning into his touch. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the hardness of his body against her softness. She wanted him, wanted to feel him inside her.
Marcus’s hand trailed down her neck, his fingers tracing the curve of her collarbone before dipping lower, his thumb brushing against her nipple. She gasped, her body arching into his touch. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a hungry kiss. Their tongues danced, exploring, tasting each other.
His hands roamed her body, his fingers slipping under the waistband of her bikini bottoms. He could feel her wetness, her readiness. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe. “I want you,” he growled, his fingers slipping inside her.
Lena moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. “Yes,” she breathed, her nails digging into his shoulders. “I want you too.”
Marcus lifted her, his mouth capturing hers again as he carried her to a secluded spot behind a dune. He laid her down, his body covering hers. His hands explored her body, his fingers teasing her nipples, his mouth capturing her gasps and moans.
He slipped off her bikini bottoms, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He teased her, his fingers slipping in and out, his thumb circling her clit. Lena writhed beneath him, her body begging for more.
Marcus couldn’t wait any longer. He quickly shed his shorts, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked with hers. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice husky.
Lena nodded, her hips lifting to meet him. “Yes,” she breathed. “Fuck me, Marcus. Fuck me hard.”
Marcus thrust into her, his cock filling her completely. Lena gasped, her nails digging into his back. “Yes,” she moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts. “Faster, Marcus. Faster.”
Marcus obeyed, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, their moans and gasps mingling with the sound of the waves. Lena’s body tightened around him, her orgasm building.
“Marcus,” she gasped, her body trembling. “I’m going to come.”
Marcus leaned down, his lips capturing hers. “Come for me, Lena,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Come all over my cock.”
Lena’s body exploded, her orgasm ripping through her. She screamed into his mouth, her body convulsing around him. Marcus followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her as he found his own release.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. The sun had set, the moon casting a silver glow over them. They didn’t speak, their bodies saying everything that needed to be said.
