"ZAC...." she gasped as he worked slowly in and out of her, until he was slickened enough with her juices to move more freely. Her breathing was labored and her body was on fire, as he grunted and moaned digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. "Uhhh....Zaaaaaaaac..." she moaned, bending forward and resting her head on her forearm as he slipped one finger between her legs and circled it over her swollen nub as he continued to slide in and out of her, gradually increasing his pace when he felt her backing into him. He could see she was breathing even more heavily as she turned her head, resting her cheek against her forearm on the wall. Her eyes were closed and she licked her lips as expressions of intense pleasure crossed her beautiful face. He grabbed his wetsuit off the ledge and pulled out of her quickly. "I wanna see you..." he whispered as he turned her to face him, put the suit against the concrete wall with one hand and lifted her small, but solid, body with his other arm. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he backed her against the wall, making sure the wetsuit protected her skin from the rough concrete. He found her wet tunnel immediately and entered her in one swift thrust, making her cry out. She gripped his shoulders as he moved in and out of her, and ground herself against him as he thrusted harder and faster. He sucked at her neck and shoulders as they moved together and she moved her grip to his long hair. "Ohh...Em...baby.." he panted directly in her ear. "Zac..." she gasped as he thrusted hard, and she tugged his head back as she let hers drop back. She loosened her grip in his hair and he took a hard nipple in his mouth and bit down gently. Emma felt a pulse through her body that ended between her legs, the sensation compounded by the feel of his thick shaft sliding in and out of her, and made her cry out again, loudly. he repeated the act on her other breast and she just about screamed and jumped out of her skin as he thrusted in at the same time. She ground against him and dug her fingers into his hair as he bit gently on her hard, sensitive nipples. "Zac...mmmm....yeah..." she gasped and wiggled against him making his cock twitch and his balls tighten. "Mmmmmmm...." she moaned again as he thrusted hard and fast, biting down on her nipple and pulling on it gently with his teeth. "ZAAC.." she groaned and wiggled against him more quickly, in rythym with his thrusts. He moved his hand between them and circled his finger over clit, quickly. Zer head dropped all the way back and her breasts heaved with her efforts to breathe. She licked her lips and began to moan softly over and over. "Come on Em....so hot..." he breathed as he thrusted and worked her twitching clit. He bent his head and bit gently on her erect nipple. Her body stiffened in his arms and her walls clamped down around his cock as she screamed and dug her short nails into his back. "ZAAAACCUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!!!" she trembled violently as he thrusted hard and fast. "Uuuhhh.....uhhh......UHHHHHHHHHH!!!" he growled as his cock exploded, throbbing and spilling warm release deep inside her. Each buried their head in the hollow between the other's shoulder and neck as the fought to control their breathing and waited for the trembling to ssubside. They planted small, soft kisses all over each other's faces, necks, and shoulders. Zac slipped out of her, both getting coated with the overflow of his intense release, as he gently lowered her to the ground. He helped her rinse again, as he rinsed himself then reached over and shut the water off. He pulled her to him and kissed her passionately, then stroked her hair back off her face and behind her ears. |
Emma slid her arms around Zac's waist and pressed her cheek to his chest. "Emma..." he called her name softly and lifted her chin, to make her look at him. She smiled up at him. "Hmm?" He grinned mischeviously, "Is THIS a nude beach, babe?" She dropped her head back and laughed. "Definately NOT...." she told him as they pulled apart. Both squeezed the excess water from their hair and pulled jeans and t-shirts on, not bothering with underthings. Zac stuck both his boxers and her skimpy bra and panties in his pants pocket, tied his shoes together by the laces and hung them over his shoulder, then picked up the surfboard and wetsuit, anchoring it firmly to his side, under his arm. Emma did the same with her board and suit, though how she managed to keep the suit with the board so she could carry her shoes in her other hand, was beyond him. They got back to the shop, just as the owner was closing up. Emma charmed the guy into NOT charging them a late fee and letting them in the shop to help hose the wetsuits and boards off so they could be put away. Zac had to admit he was impressed. Once they left the shop and said goodnight to the owner they decided they needed to eat and SOON. Emma directed Zac to another little hole-in-the-wall on the same stretch of beach that served authentic mexican food and had a patio dining area, which basically was a lighted deck with picnic tables. The other diners were as beach ragged as they were, most of them having come in from an evening surf. Zac asked Emma if she'd ever surfed in the dark. "Yeah..but it's not real safe, Zac. Nighttime currents are unpredictable. You can't see the way they're pulling and if you get caught in a rip in the dark, you're screwed." she told him. "Then why do you do it?" he asked. "Adrenalin junkies do it mostly...and hard core surfers. The kind that LIVE out here, just waiting for the killer waves and awesome tubes to start breaking.." she giggled. "So which are you?" he asked, grinning. She shrugged her shoulders. "Adrenalin junkie I guess.." she chuckled. "Accounts for the way I drive too." Zac had to laugh at that comment and they finished their meal, Zac plying Emma with a million questions about surfing, the ocean (which she seemed to know alot about) and then came the questions on where she learned to dance the way she could. "You could be a professional, Em. You're good. Haven't you ever considered it?" he asked. She almost choked on her water. Was he insane? Professional? Only sleaze bag Danny had ever said anything of the sort and she did not give him any credibility whatsoever. Besides, she didn't want the stage once she was done paying for her basic college education, then she'd be content to do the nine to five in front of a computer screen or something, which would leave her weekends free to surf or whatever. Her mother could shop and clean, seeing as how Emma was the breadwinner. "No Zac. I'm NOT that good. Besides, I don't have a good stage personality.." she said, telling herself that that wasn't a lie either. She hated her stage personality. Sugar was a hard core bitch, she had to be, to keep the slime from touching her. Zac spent another few minutes trying to convince her to consider it. "Even Kim had to ask if that's what you were studying.." but he dropped it when she wouldn't budge. 'For now..' he told himself. Finally they decided it was time to call it a night, since Emma had a class in the morning, but neither really wanted to leave the other. They sat in the truck for a long time, cuddling and talking, outside Emma's apartment. The lights were off so they assumed Emma's mother was already in bed. They were so involved in each other, that neither noticed the person watching from the other side of the street. |