it was sticky and hot, the smell of sun cream melting off your skin mingling with the summer air. it had started off so innocently as you both fought over the small hand held fan — shoving it in each others faces till climbing on top of one another had become the obvious priority.

you could feel stray hair sticking to your face, hot with sweat — probably flushed just as much as chris’s. “s’too hot.” you groan, although your body finds the momentum to keep rocking over his lap.

“talkin’ about me or the heat?” he teases as his tongue traces over the sweat on your neck, teeth skimming the skin when he smirks.

it’s hard to find the energy to snark back, instead, your body continues to melt into his. despite every inch of your skin burning up uncomfortably, you don’t deny him as his hands run up your sides — travelling around to pull the tie of your bikini.

everything’s clammy, your bare thighs over his, your fingers at the nape of his neck — the way his trunks cling on, tight against his hard dick that runs against your cunt so well.

it’s too hot to fuck, at least that’s what you both told yourselves, lazily humping one another as you sink further into the couch.

the bikini top gets thrown aside, your bare front glueing to his as he lifts your hair into a makeshift pony tail — using his grasp to tilt your head back, lips attaching to your neck like second nature.

“fuck… chris.” sweet whines spill out as your hips pick up, working harder to sloppily chase some high.

he’s beyond pent up, hips lifting off the couch as far as they can just for his length to drag over your covered pussy. “you close?” he breathes against your neck, clinging onto your back with one arm in order to keep you upright.

and all you can do is nod with a faint, desperate moan — tilting your hips to catch the head of his cock against your clit, shamelessly using him.

“so perfect… such pretty tits.” he groans, hands moving to cup them as his eyes flicker up to see your fucked out face. “fuckin’ love ‘em.”

the second his lips latch on you’re done for, and you both know it.

pleasure rolls through you, keeling you over into a puddle of bliss. suddenly the hot sun doesn’t matter, not when the chills shoot up your spine until it feels like there’s nothing atop of your shoulders.

and he doesn’t let out, doesn’t pull off your nipple with a wet suck until the orgasms run it’s course, leaving you shaking and out of breath as you peel yourself away — collapsing onto the couch beside him.

his gaze follows, hand instinctively cupping his dick that throbs for more. “i see i’ve been left.” he teases, although it’s more than obvious he’s desperate to finish.

you hum in acknowledgment, eyes shut, lips pressing together to feel the sweat throughout your face. “gimme a second, then we’ll shower.” you breathe out.

he simply smiles, softly palming himself through his trunks — patiently waiting for the rest.

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