They strolled hand-in-hand along the cobblestone streets, the salty breeze tousling their hair. Sophia’s red dress fluttered around her legs, drawing glances from passersby.
“You planned all this, didn’t you?” Sophia mused, nudging Jake with her shoulder.
He grinned, that surfer-boy charm in full effect. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just that good at improvising.”
As they reached the seafront, Jake guided her to a secluded spot on the rocky shore. The waves crashed rhythmically against the cliffs, a soothing counterpoint to the lingering buzz of the vibrator inside her.
“You gonna turn that thing off anytime soon?” Sophia asked, half-joking, half-serious.
Jake’s hand slid to the small of her back. “Depends. You want me to?”
Sophia bit her lip, considering. The constant low-level stimulation was maddening, but also… exciting. “Not yet,” she decided, surprising herself.
Jake’s eyes darkened with desire. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, pulling her close for a deep, passionate kiss under the starry sky.
Jake broke the kiss, his breath warm against her cheek. “Come on, let’s get comfortable.”
They settled onto the cool sand, Jake stretching out on his back while Sophia curled up beside him, her head resting on his chest. The steady thrum of his heartbeat mixed with the gentle lapping of waves against the shore.
“You know,” Sophia mused, tracing lazy patterns on Jake’s shirt, “when you said romantic evening, I didn’t exactly picture getting teased mercilessly in a fancy restaurant.”
Jake chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Admit it, you loved every second.”
She smacked his arm playfully. “Cocky bastard.”
“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” he retorted, running his fingers through her hair.
Sophia fell silent, watching the stars twinkle above them. The vibrator hummed softly, a constant reminder of Jake’s control. She squirmed slightly, torn between arousal and frustration.
Suddenly, a bright streak of light blazed across the sky. Sophia squealed, sitting up excitedly. “Jake! Did you see that?”
He propped himself up on his elbows, grinning at her childlike wonder. “Make a wish, little one.”
Sophia closed her eyes, heart racing. ‘I wish…’ But before she could complete the thought, Jake’s lips were on hers again, stealing her breath and scattering her thoughts to the wind.
Sophia melted into the kiss, her fingers threading through Jake’s hair. His lips were soft yet insistent, tasting faintly of the wine they’d shared earlier. She lost herself in the sensation, the world narrowing down to just the two of them on this secluded stretch of beach.
When they finally broke apart, both breathless, Jake’s eyes glinted mischievously in the starlight. “So,” he murmured, “what did you wish for?”
Sophia rolled her eyes, fighting back a grin. “You know I can’t tell you that. It won’t come true.”
“Oh come on,” Jake teased, his hand sliding down to rest on her hip. “Not even a little hint?”
“Nope,” Sophia said firmly, though her resolve wavered as Jake’s fingers traced lazy circles on her skin. “Nice try, though.”
Jake chuckled, pulling her closer. “Can’t blame a guy for trying. But you know,” he added, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “I bet I could guess.”
Sophia’s breath hitched as Jake’s hand drifted lower, toying with the hem of her dress. “Is that so?” she managed, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Mmhmm,” Jake hummed, nuzzling her neck. “I think you wished for… more of this.”
With a flick of his wrist, the vibrator inside her roared to life, making Sophia gasp and clutch at his shoulders.
“Fuck, Jake,” she hissed, torn between arousal and exasperation. “You’re incorrigible.”
He grinned against her skin. “That’s why you love me.”
Jake’s lips brushed her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “This time, you don’t need to be quiet, little one. There’s no one around us.”
A shiver ran down Sophia’s spine, equal parts excitement and trepidation. She glanced around reflexively, but Jake was right… The beach was deserted, the only sounds were the crashing of waves and her own ragged breathing.
“Jake,” she whispered, her voice husky with need. “We can’t-not here-”
But even as she protested, her body betrayed her, arching into his touch. Jake’s hand slid under her dress, caressing her thigh.
“We can,” he murmured, nipping at her earlobe. “And we will. Unless you really want me to stop?”
Sophia bit her lip, torn between desire and propriety. Fuck it, she thought. It’s Valentine’s Day.
“Don’t you dare,” she growled, pulling him in for a fierce kiss.
Jake chuckled against her lips, his fingers dancing higher. “That’s my girl. Now, let’s see how loud I can make you scream.”
As the vibrations intensified, Sophia threw her head back, no longer caring who might hear. The stars above blurred into streaks of light as pleasure overtook her, Jake’s name on her lips like a prayer.
Jake’s hand slid between Sophia’s thighs, his fingers finding her most sensitive spot with practiced ease. His touch sent electric jolts through her body, amplified by the vibrator still humming inside her.
“Fuck,” Sophia gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily. She pressed her face into the warm skin of Jake’s neck, trying to muffle the noises escaping her lips.
Jake’s low chuckle rumbled against her. “That’s it, little one. Let go for me.”
His fingers moved in teasing circles, building the pressure steadily. Sophia clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging in as waves of pleasure crashed over her. The dual sensations were overwhelming – Jake’s fingers on her clit, the vibrator pulsing inside her, the rough sand beneath them, the salty breeze on her flushed skin.
“Jake, I can’t-” she whimpered.
“Yes you can,” he murmured encouragingly. “Come, Soph. I’ve got you.”
Sophia’s mind went blank as her orgasm hit, her body trembling uncontrollably. She bit down on Jake’s shoulder to stifle her cries, tasting the salt on his skin.
As the aftershocks subsided, Jake’s fingers slowed their movements. He pressed a kiss to her temple.
“You’re so beautiful when you come apart for me,” he said softly.
Sophia let out a shaky laugh. “You’re lucky I love you, you bastard. That was mean.”
Jake grinned, completely unrepentant. “You loved every second of it.”
Jake’s lips crashed against Sophia’s, urgent and demanding. Their tongues danced as the kiss deepened, awakening every nerve in her body. Sophia’s fingers tangled in Jake’s sun-bleached waves, tugging gently as desire coursed through her.
“God, I want you,” she breathed against his mouth.
Her other hand slid down Jake’s muscled torso, savouring the feel of his warm skin beneath her palm. With deft fingers, she undid his belt buckle and the fly of his trousers.
Jake groaned as Sophia’s hand slipped inside his boxers, wrapping around his length. “Fuck, babe. You’re killing me.”
She grinned wickedly, giving him a teasing stroke. “That’s the idea, surfer boy.”
Sophia’s fingers danced along Jake’s shaft, her touch feather-light and maddening. She knew exactly how to work him up, alternating between teasing strokes and firm squeezes. Jake’s hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction.
“Christ, Soph,” he moaned, his voice husky with need. His blue eyes, usually bright and playful, had darkened to stormy indigo.
She felt powerful, reducing this laid-back surfer to a quivering mess with just her hand. Jake’s breath came in ragged pants against her neck as she continued her ministrations.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he growled in her ear, the sound sending shivers down her spine.
Sophia’s body thrummed with desire, but a nagging voice in her head reminded her of their less-than-ideal location. She wound her fingers through Jake’s hair, tugging his head back to meet his gaze. His pupils were blown wide with lust.
“Listen up, beach boy,” she said firmly, though her voice was husky. “Your dick isn’t going anywhere near me on this beach. I don’t fancy sand in places it doesn’t belong, and that’s just asking for trouble.”
Jake groaned in frustration. “You’re killing me, babe.”
“Tough shit,” Sophia retorted, but she softened it with a quick kiss. “You can have me any way you want when we get home.”
Jake’s lips tilted into a roguish grin, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I’m going to hold you to that, little one,” he purred, voice dripping with promise.
Sophia felt a jolt of anticipation shoot through her core. She knew that look, and it usually meant she was in for one hell of a night. Still, she couldn’t resist teasing him further.
With a smirk that could rival his own, she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. “If you’d bought a blanket, surfer boy, you could have had me now,” she whispered, her tone deliberately sultry.
Jake groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. “Fuck, Soph. You’re evil, you know that?”
She laughed, the sound rich and throaty. “You love it.”
“Damn right I do,” he growled, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that left her breathless.
As they broke apart, Sophia couldn’t help but think how perfectly Jake fit into her life. His easy charm and laid-back nature balanced her own fiery spirit. And god, the chemistry between them was explosive.
“Come on,” Jake said, reluctantly pulling away and adjusting himself in his pants. “Let’s head back before I say fuck it and take you right here, sand be damned.”
Sophia grinned, her hazel eyes sparkling with mirth and desire. “Race you to the car?”
Without waiting for an answer, she took off running, her laughter carried on the salty sea breeze.
The door to Jake’s flat slammed shut with a resounding thud, the sound barely registering in Sophia’s mind as Jake pinned her against the wall. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her dress riding up her thighs. Jake’s lips crashed into hers, hungry and demanding.
Sophia’s fingers tangled in his sun-bleached hair, tugging roughly as she returned the kiss with equal fervor.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” Jake growled against her lips.
Sophia gasped as he ground his hips against hers, feeling the hard length of him through his jeans. “Then why’d you wait so long, surfer boy?”
Jake’s laugh was low and husky. “Because torturing you is half the fun, little one.”
His hands slid up her thighs, fingers teasing at the edge of her panties. Sophia bit back a moan, her mind racing. God, she wanted him. But a small part of her, the part that loved their little games, wasn’t ready to give in just yet.
“Who says you’re not the one being tortured?” she purred, nipping at his lower lip.
Jake’s eyes darkened with lust. “Is that a challenge, Bennett?”
Sophia grinned wickedly. “Maybe. What are you gonna do about it?”