Watermelon

Dirty Talk

[smut warning...like literally this entire chapter is just smut lol...and also lots of dirty talk in this one. hence the title. okay bye have fun!]

"God, I feel like such a rebel..." Camila was holding her husband's hand, attempting to keep up with his pace as he quickly walked along through the sand on the beach. It was a little past 2 AM but neither of them felt tired yet. 

This hadn't been their plan. After dinner, they had intended on going back to their room and spending some quality time in the hot tub before moving to the bed to make the most of their last night in St. Barts. But while they were in the jacuzzi, Shawn brought up their early-morning rendezvous on the beach the last time they had been there. Suddenly, their plans changed and after getting out of the hot tub, they grabbed a couple blankets and pillows and carried them out to the beach. 

There was no one around. They didn't expect anyone to be. After all, it was 2 AM. 

"Let's go over there." Shawn nodded in the direction of a secluded section of the beach. Camila recognized it as the same place their romp had taken place years ago. They once again hid behind the big rock that sat in the sand. Shawn laid one of the blankets down, followed by the pillows, and then pulled his wife down onto the blanket with him. They covered themselves up with the other blanket. His lips were on hers almost immediately. 

"Are you sure we're not gonna get in trouble?"

"So what if we do? What are they gonna do, kick us out? Our flight leaves in the morning. Might as well go for it tonight."

Camila laughed into the kiss as he climbed on top of her. 

"I love you so much, my baby," he spoke against her lips. Camila smiled into the kiss. 

"I love you too. So much."

 "This week has been so special," he continued speaking between sweet kisses. "Thank you for spending it with me."

 "I'd spend every week with you," she giggled. "You know that."

"Well good, because you're stuck with me at this point." 

He chuckled as he leaned in again and continued kissing his wife. They hadn't put too many clothes on when they left their hotel room, knowing they likely wouldn't be running into anybody while they were out. Camila threw on a pair of panties and one of Shawn's t-shirts while Shawn just pulled on a pair of sweatpants. Now that they were mid-makeout on the beach, it made undressing each other much, much easier. 

Shawn took the t-shirt and her panties off of her body and quickly tossed them to the side. Camila used her feet to push his sweatpants down over his hips and down his legs. Shawn laughed.

"That was impressive."

"When I want something, I get it." She shrugged and chewed her bottom lip, her cheeks turning pinker than they had been before. 

"You're gonna get it, alright." His lips crashed against hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth and dancing against hers. Shawn's hands started cradling her face and neck but quickly migrated to touch the rest of her perfect body. 

"Fingers please." It was more of a demand than a request, but it still came across sweet and innocent somehow. Shawn chuckled, his mouth pressed against her neck. 

"Yes ma'am." His hand slipped between her legs, immediately feeling just how wet she had gotten for him on his fingertips. He hummed in appreciation. He slowly circled her swollen clit with the tip of his middle finger. A whimper snuck out from between Camila's lips almost instantly. Shawn's mouth moved up to her ear, whispering only loud enough for his wife to hear. "This pretty clit is so sensitive right now, isn't it baby?"