Chanel and Ethan 28 - Sex Stories

Chanel and Ethan 28

... change that. I just want to keep doing what we're doing. I want him. To show my certainty, I reach down between us and grab his dick outside of his shorts. I feel his forearm come around my lower back, and I know what his next move will be. I open my thighs father, and his free hand comes to my front. Hidden in the water, Ethan's thumb presses against my pussy and I swallow hard. I wrap my left arm around his neck while I squeeze his thick cock, the small waves crashing into our bodies. God, I love how he feels, so substantial beneath my hands, yet his tanned skin soft. When he makes contact with my clit, I tighten at the sudden pressure, kissing him hard. "Ahhh," I coo when Ethan starts a rhythm against my hood. I know we're still outside, but all I can concentrate on is our hands on each other. My hips start to move, and he welcomes it. "Fuck," I whisper, my forehead on his. Ethan’s labored breathing drives me further. Now this is crazy. I guess we're good at being crazy together. His thumb hooks around the fabric and pushes up, underneath my clit, and I gasp. He rubs me carefully with skill I only know him capable of. "Holy shit," I pant and grab him harder, trying to stroke him. The tightening feeling is spreading through my body as I push my center closer to his hand. The moment it starts feeling really good, someone calls out to us. "Hey," Tommy calls from the rocks back on the beach. Our heads both snap in his direction. "You guys ready? The ferry will be here in about an hour," he asks, appearing not to have noticed our moment. Either way, I lost my momentum, and I pull back. "Yeah, we're coming," Ethan says, but keeps his hands on my waist, leading me out of the deeper water. Tommy disappears, and Ethan smiles at me as we walk onto the shore. "Fucking Tommy," he mumbles, and I laugh.