Fuck going slow, she was already so close. She pressed her palm against her clit and sped up her hand, as well as the memory, imagining the feel of him when he had finally entered her. The sea breeze blowing on them, the tantalizing pressure of wondering whether they were being watched. She had winced at first, closing her eyes as he’d stretched her, before forcing them open again to stare up into his gray eyes, whisps of blonde hair falling in front of them.