"Th-thanks, Tay.." she stammered slightly, unsure if it was the fact that she was this close to him and he was looking directly into her eyes, or if it was that she really was getting cold, except where his hands were on her. "I promised not to let you fall.." he grinned down at her. "And I appreciate that.." she said softly, and took his face in her hands. Before either one of them realized what was happening, she kissed him. The combination of the alcohol, the fact that they were alone, and their bodies were still warm and racing from the extremely erotic scene at the other end of the beach affected them both and Taylor found himself responding to Deanna when he shouldn't be. He still wasn't sure he could spend THAT much time with her and he honestly did not want to take advantage of her in her present condition, but his body had other ideas, his cock springing to total attention when he felt her breasts pushed up against him through their thin t-shirts. His hands slid over her back and down her waist, cupping her small firm, butt and pulling her against him. Her hands went to his hair as she opened her mouth wider to accept his probing tongue, but when he closed his eyes it was Emma's face he saw, Emma's small waist and hips he was grasping, Emma's strong neck and jawline he was tasting. He was snapped rudely back to reality with the realization that the voice moaning his name was not Emma's smooth as silk, sexy one, but Dea's higher pitched, sweet one. He pulled gently away from her and pushed her hair off her face. "Dea...we shouldn't...you've had more to drink than you're used to..." he told her softly, feeling like a huge pile of something the dog left in the yard, when he saw the pain in her eyes. "I'm not so bad off that I wouldn't remember it.." she said, half-kidding and trying to smile. She should be glad that he was trying to let her keep her virtue, but she WANTED him. He smiled down at her. "I wasn't suggesting that you are." he told her, stroking her cheek and trying desperately to be as easy as possible on her. "But you WOULD be sorry tomorrow. And I don't want you to be." he said. She shook her head slightly and plaved her hands on his shoulders, still heated up and her blood still racing from the small taste of him she'd had. "I wouldn't be sorry..." she whispered, and sweetly planted a wet, soft, open-mouthed kiss on his neck. He groaned aloud and stroked the back of her head as she did it again, "God...Dea...no...you WOULD be..." he breathed as she devoured his neck and tangled her fingers in his hair, slipping her other hand up inside his shirt. "No I won't..." she breathed and sucked gently on his earlobe. His heart was pounding and his cock was aching to be touched. Even if this wasn't love, she definately knew what she was doing which surprised him. Then he berated himself, 'don't be a jerk..you don't love her and that's what she wants..' But before he had the words formed, her hand was inside his trunks pulling his erection free. "Dea...Dea.." he cupped her face in his hands and made her look at him. "You don't wanna do this..." he told her. "Yes...I do..." she whispered back and started to pump him slowly. "Dea...are you SURE? I really, REALLY don't want you to regret it later.." he said, concerned that she would regret it, but almost to the point of no return as she continued to stroke his cock with one hand and press her body against his. "I won't..." she said more forcefully, reached up and pulled his head down toward hers, "Neither will you.." she whispered and kissed him thoroughly. He let his mind go, then, and let his body respond to her touch as he kissed her back.

Dea was shocking even herself, but suddenly she couldn't think of anything she wanted more than to have HIM. He was responding to her, kissing her, touching her, everything that she'd been dreaming about all day long. She pumped him faster as they sunk down on the dry sand, leaning over his long, strong, body and sucking at his neck, behind his earlobe. "Uhhh..." he moaned and reached for the tie on her bikini top. He pulled it loose and lowered it, then pulled the tie at the back, completely removing it from her. Her head dropped back and she let out a soft whimper as he took a stiff little nipple in his mouth and sucked hungrily on it. "Tay.." she breathed softly, and offered him the other one. He took it readily, sucking it, biting gently, making her squirm and moan. "Mmmm..." he murmured and closed his eyes, as he thrusted into her hand. 'Damn..' he groaned to himself and opened his eyes again. Emma was in his head, even though it was Dea that was bringing him close to getting off. Her small soft hand worked on his straining shaft at just the right pace and his breath was ragged. He reached over and covered her warm mound with his hand, he could feel her moistness through the fabric of her tiny bikini bottoms. He put pressure on it with his fingertips, and moved them in a circluar motion, the tip of his middle finger right on the most sensitive part of her anatomy. She jerked slightly, then relaxed and moaned softly as he felt her clit swell against the fabric and his fingertip. She was leaned up on one elbow, stroking and pumping him as his hips came up of the sand and she let her knee that was drawn up, drop to the side, giving him better access as he fingered her through her bottoms. "Ohh...oh...mmmm..." she moaned. He leaned up and pushed her gently onto her back and postioned himself between her legs. "Tay...oh.." she moaned as he rubbed his shaft against her painfully swollen clit through her suit. She drew her knees up along his ribcage and ground against him, desperately wishing he would rip her bottoms off and enter her. "Tay...oh..." she moaned as he moved faster against her. "Uhh...uhh...uhhhhh..." he groaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. "Tay..god..this would feel so much better if you were inside me.." she panted. He bent his head to kiss her and she returned it fully. He pushed her hair back off her face and slowed down. "Like this, this time okay?" he murmured. "We have pently of time.." he told her softly, not wanting to go that far with her when he couldn't shake Emma's face from behind his closed eyelids. She looked into his clear blue eyes and nodded, then grasped his hips and ground herself against his shaft as he began to move more quickly again. "Mmmm...yeah...like that.." he groaned as she whimpered and writhed beneath him. She bit down hard on her bottom lip as she began to shudder and push herself more tightly against him. "Ooohh...there you go...that's it..." he encouraged as she arched her back and whimpered a little more loudly, still biting on her lower lip. She clutched at his backside and pulled him against her as he rubbed against her clit through her now soaking wet bottoms. "Oh..yeah.." he grunted under his breath. He thrusted wildly against her, knowing she had already climaxed, with his head back and his eyes shut tight. He tried hard to push Emma's face out of his mind, but his body had control of all of him, including his brain. He thrusted a couple more times as he barely heard Dea's voice encouraging him to come. "Oh fuck..." he groaned out loud and pulled back from her, took his cock in his hand and pumped, shooting his sticky load onto the sand and shuddering slightly. He bit down on his bottom lip to keep from crying out, as Dea's little hand's wiped the sweat from his forehead.

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