Daddy’s Sweet Addiction (short erotica)

S*x On The Beach

CHAPTER 1

Katy fell back in the sand and felt the water around her lower legs as Dan loomed over her, looking down at her in the dark of night.

There was a slight chill to the water, to the wet sand on her back, and somehow it added to the feeling. As he leaned down to kiss her, as she felt his body against her own, she felt the heat from him and she knew that he would take hold of her and keep her warm here in the cool night.

She could hear the sound of the waves as the water lapped around her and he leaned down to kiss her.

She felt one of his hands against her waist as he did so and she wrapped her arms around his body, wanting to pull him closer. She could feel his c**k pushing against her and she wanted more of that. She wondered if he was going to do it right here if he was going to f**k her on the beach, in the water with the stars moving overhead and the light of the moon revealing his dark-skinned body to her.

As he kissed her she felt his hand slide up her body past her waist reaching the underside of one of her breasts. She wanted his hand to keep moving up so that he could take hold of her breast and play with it.One of her hands slid down his naked back till she reached his ass, that sculpted ass that had been filling her with wild lust since she had first taken hold of it.

This is it, she thought to herself, this is when it’s going to happen.

She felt his body shift against hers again and she began to spread her legs for him. If he wanted to f**k her right here on the beach like this then she was ready for it, she wanted it.

His kisses moved to her throat. She wrapped her other arms around his neck as his mouth moved down along her throat. She moaned softly. She wondered if he would be able to hear that sound over the sound of the ocean. She was sure that he would be able to sense it anyway, sense the vibration of it moving through her body.

She turned away from him for a moment and looked back at the house. She could see the lights twinkling back there. It seemed so far away right there as she lay on the beach with this gorgeous man on top of her, his hands on her body as she waited for what now seemed inevitable.

She thought about what had brought her down here, down to the beach, in the first place, and how things had taken such a turn. She hadn’t expected any of this to happen when she had come to the party this evening. She thought back with amazement, she had almost not bothered coming at all.

When her husband Chris had decided that he wasn’t going to come she had felt frustrated with him and had said that she wasn’t going to go either. But then he had simply shrugged and shown his indifference and now here she was. She thought about him for a moment but he was far away now.

Everything seemed far away to her now except for this man who was as close to her as it was possible to get.

Things had moved so slowly for her during the evening…until the point when they hadn’t. When everything had suddenly sped up and now things had completely got away from her and now she found herself out here, in the wild, with this man.She had been exasperated with Chris and that was what had led her to come to the party on her own but that didn’t give an altogether accurate representation of their relationship.

They were, in fact, happily married. They were both in their late twenties and had got together one wild, passionate night when they had first met at a dinner party some mutual friends of theirs had put on. That had been the first night that they had met and the attraction between the two of them had been immediate.

She was about average height with long, shiny, thick brown hair. She had rosy cheeks, an easy, winning smile, ruby red lips, and big, brown eyes.

She had a slim figure with good curves. Her legs were long, her breasts perky, her ass a round little handful. There was something innocent about her appearance but then she would give someone a smoldering, intense, look that would hint that below the surface she wasn’t as innocent as she appeared to be.

She had been sat across from Chris and straight away she had taken a liking to him. She had spotted him briefly when she had walked into the house but he had been on his way to the kitchen. All that she had seen was a glance of his profile which she’d immediately thought looked good as he turned away, and then all that she had been able to see then was his strong-looking body, his lean muscle contained in his tight shirt and the confident way he carried himself with.

It had only been when they had sat across from one another that she had got a proper look at just how good-looking he was. He had a strong jaw, sharp green eyes, a slim nose, and a crooked half-smile that was impossible to resist.

When they sat across from one another and they started talking to each other it suddenly felt to both of them that there wasn’t anyone else in the room except the two of them.They had both known that they were flirting with one another. There had been no doubt about it.

And then she had felt something on her leg and she had known that it was him, reaching across with his foot and running it up the inside of her leg, up to her thigh, further, further…

Surely he wouldn’t go all the way, she thought to herself. She had felt heat in her cheeks, and shortness of breath, but she had done everything that she could to keep a straight face, not wanting to let him know the effect that he was having on her.

She couldn’t help but smirk slightly though, and she had to look away. He teased his foot further up her thigh…but then he pulled it away. He was only teasing her for now. The idea had been planted now, though. She couldn’t help but imagine his toe pushing up between her legs and rubbing at her p***y. She could already feel herself getting aroused, wanting him.

As the evening wore on she became increasingly convinced that other people at the table had to know what was going on between the two of them. The tension that she felt in the air was so palpable, so intense, so impossible to ignore, that she was sure that everyone else had to be aware of it. And yet no one seemed to give any impression that they knew what was happening.

After dinner, they all moved to another room. She kept waiting for him to approach her and make a move but he didn’t do it. She was adamant that she wouldn’t be the first one to make a move and so all that they could do was cast smoldering looks at one another, barely paying any attention to the people they were speaking to.

She felt a slight frustration - was nothing going to happen now? Had he just been messing with her?

But then, at one point where both of them found themselves in a lull between conversations, he came over to her, put one hand on her waist,leaned forward, and whispered in her ear, his breath a seductive sensation on her ear, “Make your excuses and leave. I’ll be right behind you.”

She had been about to respond in some way but he was already gone, off talking to someone else.

She had been amazed by his confidence - his arrogance, even - but at the same time it was completely irresistible. Soon she left and found herself waiting outside. Ten minutes passed and she was starting to think that maybe he had just been messing with her.