words protesting, “No, Daddy, don’t spank me!”
He scolds, “Too late. You should have listened to me earlier when we were down at the water and I told you what would happen if you threw sand on Daddy.”
His skin is warm, baked by the sun. His muscled thighs are hard and my soft belly presses against them. His fingertips dip into the waistband of my bikini bottoms, tugging the fabric down over my sun-kissed curves.
“Such a pretty tan line,” he says, running his finger over the flesh that the suit covered.
I complain, “Only because Daddy wouldn’t let me sunbathe naked, like I wanted to.”
He gives a chuckle, patting my bare bottom. “Some things are for Daddy’s eyes only.”
“Like what?” I ask, wriggling my rump, hoping for a spank.
“Like this ass.” His hand comes down in a stinging smack.
“What else?” I ask, my pussy pulsing, waiting for his hand to come down on my bottom in another hard spank.
His hand finds my thighs, pushing apart my legs and running his fingers over my crotch. “This pussy.”
I frown. “But I want to be naked in the sun, no tan lines at all.”
“Then we will take the yacht to a private beach tomorrow, and you’ll have your wish. But until then, this suit stays on, unless we’re alone, or a time like this when Daddy has to spank your naughty little bottom.” His hand comes down again, spanking lightly over my bare curves.
My pussy starts to get that hot, melty feeling that it gets whenever he spanks me.
Moaning, I wiggle over his lap. “But I’ve been such a good girl. Don’t you think you could touch me a little?”
“Good? Throwing sand? Trying to take off your top earlier this afternoon when we were laying out? Drinking too many margaritas in the sun until Daddy had to put you down for a nap? I don’t know if I’d call that being a good girl.” He spanks me again, a little harder this time, alternating cheeks.
The sting spreads, only serving to add to the pulsing in my pussy. “But what about when I took you in my mouth after my nap? Was that being a good girl?”
I feel his cock harden beneath my belly.
One point for Tori.
“I guess that makes up for your naughtiness. You did take very good care of me.” His fingers slide into my pussy, and he plays with me.
I’m wiggling, wanting more of his touches. He does that thing I love where he alternates penetrating me with his fingers and stimulating my clit with the pad of his thumb.
Soon, I’m gyrating all over the place, not even caring if someone were to come down to the beach and see me like this; laid out over my man’s lap, my bikini bottoms down while he fingers me.
He pushes me from his lap, sending me down to the ground on all fours. I’m kneeling on a towel, my hands pressed into the warm sand. He pulls my bikini bottoms down further, over my feet, ridding me of them. His hands go to my hips and I give a gentle sigh as I spread my legs.
The head of his cock presses against my slick entrance.
I see the beautiful turquoise ocean—almost as beautiful as my eyes, Luke says—the white sandy beach, the endless blue sky dotted with puffy white clouds, and as his cock enters me, I know I’m in heaven.
Arching my back, I press my ass toward him, letting him deeper inside me. His fingers reach around, stimulating my swollen clit as he thrusts.
Soon, we’re rocking in a steady rhythm with him plunging forward, me pushing back, his fingers massaging my clit. The orgasm building inside me like the rising waves. I hear them crash on the shore and I long for my own foaming release.
Finally, I cry out, the crest of my wave of pleasure rising to great heights, then splashing on the shore. I’m full of light, of love, a happiness I’ve never known washing over me like the waves of the ocean.
His own wave peaks, crashing in a foamy burst inside of me.
We untangle and lie together on the shore.
Completely content, I lean back in my husband’s arms. He wraps his love around me, warming me like the sun. In this moment, I feel so close to him, it’s hard to remember that we weren’t always an ‘us.’
I think back to my first days at Gotcha’s.
When I swore to myself I’d not fall in love.
Considering how strongly I was opposed to the