Abigail
Two toe-curling orgasms later, we somehow made it to the beach, and it was stunning. The black sand crunched under my sandals as we strolled past the several people lounging on the beach.
Finnegan's golden, tanned muscles gleamed a step ahead of me as he carried a large umbrella and a lounger under his arms. He'd donned on black shorts this morning when he woke me up, but after making him cum, he'd changed into a white tee and blue shorts after his bath.
Was it weird that I felt all fuzzy that he matched with me?
I licked my lips, admiring the view of his ass flexing against the nice shorts, when he suddenly stopped and glanced over his shoulder at me.
"I wasn't staring," I said quickly, and that earned me a knowing smile from him.
"Is this place okay?" He gestured to the spot he stood on.
