Seducing the New Guy

Chapter 8

An hour into the night, and all Isla could think of was sex. Yes, that dirty all night long, rough and wild tumble on the bed.
She looked at her reflection in the washroom's mirror, applied lip gloss on her lips and then popped a mint in her mouth. "Silly girl, who eats seafood on their first date night." Shaking her head, she chanted, "Project: Zane's Seduction."
Minutes later, Zane walked with Isla on the bright moonlit beach towards Aqua Resort. It was so bright, that there was no need to even switch on the cell phone torch light.
Isla slightly brushed her fingers on his. Zane stopped. Unable to wait any longer, Isla tiptoed and gave his sexy mouth a kiss. He responded, seconds later, the kiss deepened. He groaned and grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to his warmth. Eagerly Isla took charge of his mouth, delving and exploring to her fill.
He tore his mouth from hers, breathing a little faster, he asked, "You sure about this?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
Groaning he did, she continued the onslaught of his mouth, his rough chin and neck. His hands caressed her back and slowly made its way to her bottom, squeezing it. With an urgency, Isla's hands went under his shirt, caressing and revelling at his manly torso. Soon her fingers grabbed his belt, he stiffened.
"Here?" Zane looked about him at the deserted moonlit beach. The only sound was the crushing of waves.
"Yes," came her wicked reply. "Dangerous and exciting."
She pulled him towards a cluster of boulders, closer to the sea. He obliged like an innocent puppy, ready to do as she bid. She plastered him to a boulder, away from everyone's sight. Now if anyone even came on the beach, they would only see the cluster of weathered rocks.
One at a time, Isla undid the buttons of his shirt and planted soft feathery kisses on his sexy cut chest. She circled her warm slithering tongue around his nipple, biting and sucking it. His husky sounds and rushed breathing ignited her passion.
Suddenly he turned and pushed her to the boulder. Isla gasped in surprise. His hands went under her dress, she stopped him. Then rolled her panty down, stepped out of it and like a vixen hung it on her index finger. An open invitation for dirty sex on the beach.
He roughly unbuckled, lifted her dress up and drove in. She gasped. Hooking her knee on his arm, he pounded her, hard and fast. Feverishly she moaned, kissing his mouth and neck. Her hips danced, and womanhood ached in sweet torture. "Don't stop," she pleaded. He continued his thumping, suddenly, an intense sweet pain gripped her insides, she moaned aloud, and came. Groaning he withdrew and spilled his seed on the sand.
Breathing heavily, Zane slumped his back on the boulder, "Wow." He came closer and kissed her fully on the mouth. "It was my first time."
"What?"
He laughed, "I meant my first time doing it on the beach at night."
"Mine too."