Crashing Waves of Lust
Sophia paced the dimly lit platform of the Portland train station, her blonde waves catching the faint glow from the overhead lamps. The salty tang of the nearby Pacific breeze snuck through the cracks, mixing with the metallic scent of rails cooling after a long day. It had been eleven grueling months since she’d last felt Liam’s hands on her skin, and every nerve in her body hummed with anticipation. As a competitive swimmer for Washington State University, she’d spent the summer buried in pool sessions and odd jobs at a local spa, building her lithe, toned frame while chasing her sports therapy degree. Liam, meanwhile, had been grinding through his environmental science program in California, interning at some coastal research lab that kept him chained to data sets and fieldwork.
She glanced at her phone, the screen lighting up her sharp green eyes. His train from Sacramento was due any minute, delayed by the coastal fog that rolled in like a teasing lover. Sophia adjusted her backpack, the weight of her laptop and a few changes of clothes pressing against her back. No checked bags this time—just the essentials for their impulsive getaway to a secluded cabin on the Oregon coast. She’d booked it on a whim after their latest video call, where his voice had dropped low, promising all the ways he’d make up for the distance.
The rumble of an approaching engine cut through the night, and Sophia’s heart slammed against her ribs. She spotted him first—tall, with sun-bleached chestnut hair tousled from the journey, his broad shoulders filling out a faded flannel shirt. Liam’s hazel eyes scanned the platform until they locked on her, and a grin split his face, raw and hungry.
“Soph!” His voice boomed over the hiss of brakes, and he dropped his duffel to scoop her up, spinning her in a circle that made her laugh, breathless and free.
“Liam, fuck, I’ve missed this,” she murmured into his neck, inhaling the familiar mix of sea salt and pine from his skin. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and she crushed her mouth to his, tongues tangling in a kiss that tasted of coffee and desperation.
He set her down reluctantly, but kept her close, one hand sliding possessively down her back to grip her hip. “Eleven months is a goddamn eternity. You look even better than those pics you sent—those curves from all that swimming… shit, Soph, I need you now.”
They grabbed his bag and headed out, hailing a cab to the highway that snaked toward Cannon Beach. The driver droned on about traffic, but Sophia barely heard, her fingers tracing patterns on Liam’s thigh, feeling the muscle tense under denim. The cabin was an hour away, a rustic spot she’d found online—private, with a deck overlooking crashing waves and a hot tub that promised steamy nights.
Chapter 1: Fog-Kissed Reunion
The cab dropped them at the cabin’s gravel drive just past midnight, the ocean’s roar a constant underscore to the crunch of tires. Moonlight filtered through the evergreens, casting silvery shadows on the weathered wood siding. Sophia paid the driver with a distracted swipe of her card, her mind already racing ahead to the king-sized bed inside.
Liam shouldered both bags, kicking the door open with his boot. The interior smelled of cedar and faint lavender from the linens, a stone fireplace dominating one wall. But they didn’t make it that far. The second the door clicked shut, Sophia shoved him against it, her hands fisting his shirt.
“Strip,” she commanded, her voice husky, eyes blazing with pent-up fire. 🔥
He complied, peeling off the flannel to reveal the sculpted chest she’d fantasized about during lonely nights with her vibrator. His jeans followed, pooling at his ankles, and his cock sprang free—thick, veined, already half-hard from the cab ride teasing.
Sophia licked her lips, dropping to her knees on the plush rug. The coarse fibers bit into her skin through her yoga pants, but she didn’t care. She gripped his base, her thumb circling the sensitive underside, and took him deep, the salty pre-cum coating her tongue like a forbidden treat.
“Jesus, Soph… your mouth,” Liam groaned, his fingers threading into her blonde locks, not pushing, just holding as she bobbed, hollowing her cheeks. The wet sounds echoed in the quiet cabin, mingling with his ragged breaths. She hummed around him, the vibration drawing a curse from his lips, his hips bucking involuntarily.
She pulled back with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her to his glistening tip. “Not yet. I want you begging.” Standing, she yanked off her tank top, her full C-cup breasts bouncing free—no bra, just like she’d planned. Her nipples pebbled in the cool air, pink and begging for attention.
Liam’s gaze devoured her, his cock twitching. He lunged, but she sidestepped, leading him to the bedroom. The room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp, the bed draped in soft flannel sheets that whispered against her bare feet. She pushed him down, climbing over him like a predator, her core grinding against his thigh through her pants.
“Feel how wet I am already?” she whispered, nipping his earlobe. The friction sent sparks up her spine, her clit throbbing.
He nodded, hands roaming her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. “Soak me, baby. I’ve jerked off to thoughts of this pussy every night.”
Sophia shed her pants and thong in one fluid motion, her smooth, shaved mound glistening. She straddled his face, lowering until his tongue flicked out, tracing her folds. The first lap was electric—hot, wet, delving into her heat. She rocked against him, the scent of her arousal filling the air, musky and sweet.
“Yes, right there—suck my clit,” she demanded, grinding harder. His hands cupped her ass, fingers digging into the firm globes, a light smack landing that made her yelp in pleasure. Waves built low in her belly, coiling tight as his tongue plunged inside, fucking her in shallow thrusts.
Her orgasm crashed over her like the ocean outside, juices flooding his mouth as she cried out, body shuddering. She rode it out, then slid down, impaling herself on his cock in one swift drop. He filled her completely, stretching her walls, the burn exquisite.
“Fuck me hard, Liam,” she gasped, nails raking his chest.
He thrust up, meeting her bounces, the slap of skin on skin rhythmic and obscene. Sweat slicked their bodies, the taste of salt on her lips as she leaned to kiss him, sharing her essence.
“I’m gonna come—fill this tight cunt,” he growled, hips snapping.
“Do it. Pump me full.” Her words tipped him over, hot spurts coating her insides as she clenched around him, milking every drop.
They collapsed, panting, but Sophia’s hunger wasn’t sated. Not by a long shot.
The next morning dawned gray and misty, the cabin enveloped in fog that muffled the world outside. Sophia woke first, her body deliciously sore, Liam’s arm slung over her waist. She slipped from bed, padding naked to the kitchenette. The cool tile underfoot contrasted with the warmth building between her thighs as she brewed coffee, the rich aroma waking her senses.
Liam stirred when she returned with mugs, his eyes raking over her nude form—pert breasts, toned abs from endless laps, the curve of her hips leading to long, swimmer’s legs. “Morning, gorgeous. Come back here.”
She handed him the coffee, smirking. “Not yet. Breakfast first—then round two.”
They ate on the deck, wrapped in blankets against the chill, watching mist curl over the waves. Seagulls cried overhead, their calls sharp and insistent. Conversation flowed easy, catching up on missed semesters, but undercurrents of desire simmered—stolen glances, feet brushing under the table.
After, they hiked a nearby trail, the path winding through dripping ferns and ancient cedars. The earthy scent of moss clung to everything, rain-kissed leaves brushing Sophia’s arms. Liam’s hand in hers felt right, solid, but she couldn’t resist pressing against him at a viewpoint, the ocean sprawling below like a turbulent lover.
“Remember that video where you touched yourself for me?” he murmured, voice low against her ear.
She shivered, nodding. “How could I forget? Your commands had me dripping.”
His hand slipped under her jacket, palming her breast, thumb circling the nipple until it ached. “Show me again. Right here.”
The risk thrilled her—hikers could appear any moment. But she unzipped her pants, fingers dipping into her wetness, circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Liam watched, transfixed, his erection straining his shorts.
“Faster,” he urged, and she obeyed, biting her lip to stifle moans as pleasure crested. Her release was quick, shuddering, leaving her knees weak.
He pulled her close, kissing her fiercely. “My turn later. Promise.”
Back at the cabin, the fog had lifted, revealing a beach just steps away. They changed into swimsuits—Sophia in a skimpy black one-piece that hugged her like a second skin, high-cut legs showing off her thighs. Liam’s trunks did little to hide his arousal.
The sand was cool and gritty underfoot, waves lapping with a rhythmic hush. They swam out, the cold Pacific shocking her skin, invigorating. Salt water stung her eyes, but she laughed, splashing him.
Underwater, his hands found her, pulling her against him. “Can’t keep my hands off you,” he said, voice muffled by the sea.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his hardness press against her core through the fabric. They bobbed in the shallows, kissing salty and deep, the ocean buoying them as his fingers slipped inside her suit, teasing her entrance.
“God, you’re soaked—not just from the water,” he teased, sliding a finger in, then two, curling to hit that spot.
Sophia moaned into his mouth, the risk of being seen heightening everything. A distant surfer dotted the horizon, but they were hidden by rocks. She stroked him through his trunks, thumbing the head until he groaned.
“Want to fuck you right here,” he panted.
“Do it.” She tugged his trunks down, guiding him to her slick heat. The water made it slippery, intense—the push of waves adding to his thrusts. He pinned her against a boulder, rough stone scraping her back, but pain blurred into pleasure.
Hard and fast, he pounded into her, water splashing around them. “Take it, Soph—your pussy’s gripping me so tight.”
“Yes, harder—make me come on your cock.” Her climax hit like a breaker, clenching around him as he followed, spilling deep with a guttural roar.
They disentangled, breathless, laughing at the audacity. Drying off on the beach, the sun warmed their skin, but the fire inside burned hotter.
Chapter 2: Tidal Pull of Temptation
Evening brought a storm, rain pattering on the cabin roof like impatient fingers. Sophia and Liam cooked pasta in the tiny kitchen, the steam rising with garlic and basil scents that made her mouth water. But it was his proximity that had her pulse racing—brushing against him as she stirred, feeling the heat of his body.
They ate by candlelight, thunder rumbling outside, forks clinking softly. “Tell me what you missed most,” she said, her foot sliding up his calf under the table.
“Your body—every inch. The way you taste, how you scream my name.” His eyes darkened, fork forgotten.
Sophia stood, clearing plates with deliberate slowness, bending to give him a view of her ass in tight shorts. “Show me.”
In the living room, she pushed him onto the couch, the leather creaking under his weight. Straddling him, she ground against the bulge in his jeans, the friction delicious against her bare pussy—she’d skipped panties.
“Unzip me,” she ordered, and he did, freeing his throbbing dick. She sank down, inch by inch, savoring the stretch, the fullness. “Fuck, you’re huge—split me open.”
He gripped her hips, guiding her rides, the slap of flesh echoing over the storm. Rain lashed the windows, mirroring their frenzy. Sophia leaned back, hands on his knees, giving him a view of her breasts bouncing, nipples hard peaks.
“Pinch them,” she gasped. “Twist—harder.”
Liam obliged, rolling and tugging until she arched, pleasure-pain shooting straight to her core. She came first, walls fluttering, but didn’t stop, riding through it to chase his release.
“Come inside me—flood this greedy cunt.” Her dirty words undid him, hot jets pulsing as he roared, holding her down.
They stayed joined, catching breath, but Sophia’s mind wandered to darker fantasies. “Ever thought about tying me up?” she whispered, nipping his jaw.
His eyes lit with mischief. “Hell yes. Got rope in my bag?”
She laughed, the sound throaty. “Kinky bastard. Let’s see.”
Upstairs, in the loft bedroom with its slanted ceilings, Liam rummaged, producing soft climbing rope from his duffel—remnants of California adventures. Sophia’s heart pounded as he bound her wrists to the headboard, the fibers rough yet yielding against her skin.
“Trust me?” he asked, voice gravelly.
“Completely.” She spread her legs, exposed, vulnerable, the cool air teasing her dripping folds.
He started slow, kisses trailing down her body—nibbling collarbone, sucking breasts until they bruised sweetly, then lower. His tongue lapped at her inner thighs, breath hot, before diving into her core. She writhed, the ropes biting as she tugged, heightening the sensation.
“Eat me like you own it,” she begged, hips bucking.
Liam devoured her, tongue flicking clit, teeth grazing lips, fingers plunging deep. The storm outside peaked, lightning flashing through curtains, illuminating his head between her thighs. Orgasm built slow, then exploded, her screams drowning the thunder.
He untied one hand, guiding it to his cock. “Stroke me while I fuck your mouth.”
Sophia turned her head, lips parting eagerly. She sucked as he thrust shallow, her bound hand pumping the base. Saliva dripped, messy and hot, the taste of him musky on her tongue.
“Swallow every drop,” he commanded, and she did, gulping as he came, throat working around him.
Freed, she flipped him, returning the favor—tying his hands loosely, teasing his body with feathers from a decorative pillow, then her mouth. His pleas fueled her, until she mounted him reverse, ass facing him, sinking down with a moan.
The ropes held him as she rode, grinding her clit against his base, the angle hitting her G-spot perfectly. “Watch my ass bounce on your dick.”
He did, groaning, until they shattered together, sweat-slick and spent.
The storm cleared by morning, leaving the air crisp and charged. Sophia woke to Liam’s mouth on her breast, suckling lazily, his hand between her legs, fingers circling lazily.
“Morning wood needs attention,” he murmured, nipping the peak.
She pushed him back, sliding down to take him in hand. “My turn to play.” Her tongue traced veins, swirling the head, before deep-throating him with practiced ease from months of practice on toys.
Liam’s fists clenched sheets, hips jerking. “Fuck, Soph—gonna blow.”
She pulled off, edging him, then resumed until he begged. Only then did she let him come, painting her tongue white, the bitter-salt taste lingering as she swallowed with a wink.
They spent the day exploring tide pools, the rocky shore slick with kelp and barnacle scrapes. Seaweed’s briny smell mixed with tidal pools’ fishy tang, waves crashing nearby. Liam pointed out starfish, his enthusiasm infectious, but Sophia’s mind was on revenge—tying him to a driftwood log in a hidden cove, out of sight.
“Payback,” she teased, stripping his shorts, her mouth descending. Wind whipped her hair, salt spray misting their skin as she blew him, the exposure thrilling. He came fast, spurting across her cheeks, and she laughed, wiping it with a finger to suck clean. 💋
Back at the cabin, tension simmered. Over lunch—fresh crab from a local market, sweet and briny—they talked deeper. “Missed your laugh,” Liam said, vulnerability cracking his voice. “Feels like forever.”
Sophia reached across, squeezing his hand. “Same. But this… us… it’s worth the wait.” Emotion swelled, but lust followed, pulling them to the hot tub on the deck.
Bubbles churned hot around them, steam rising like desire. Naked, she settled on his lap, water lapping as she guided him inside. Slow rocks at first, then frantic, jets massaging her back.
“Harder—fuck me like the ocean,” she panted, nails digging his shoulders.
He obliged, water sloshing, until climax hit, her cries echoing into the dusk.
Chapter 3: Depths of Raw Hunger
Night fell heavy, stars pricking the velvet sky. Sophia suggested a game—role-play, drawing from a whispered fantasy they’d shared online. “I’m the siren, luring you to your doom,” she purred, donning a sheer robe that clung like mist.
Liam played along, feigning resistance as she “dragged” him to the bedroom. On all fours, she beckoned, ass high. “Worship me, sailor.”
He knelt, hands spreading her cheeks, tongue delving into her pussy from behind, then higher, rimming her tight hole. The taboo sensation made her gasp, pushing back. “Yes—tongue my ass, make it wet.”
He did, lapping eagerly, fingers fucking her cunt in tandem. The dual assault had her trembling, orgasm ripping through as she soaked his chin.
Rising, she pushed him flat, mounting his face again, but this time grinding her ass against his mouth while stroking his cock. “Taste how dirty I am for you.”
Liam’s muffled moans vibrated through her, and she came again, quick and sharp.
Straddling his hips, she teased his tip against her entrance, then sank down, reverse cowgirl. The mirror across the room let her watch—her breasts heaving, his dick disappearing into her slick heat.
“Slap my ass—mark me,” she demanded.
His palm connected, stinging red welts blooming, each smack syncing with her bounces. Pain fueled pleasure, coiling tighter.
“Flip me—pound me doggy,” she begged.
He did, gripping her hips, slamming deep. The bedframe banged the wall, rhythmic as waves. “Your cunt’s so tight—milking me dry.”
“Come on my back—paint me,” she cried.
He pulled out, stroking furiously, ropes of cum splattering her skin, warm and sticky. She reached back, smearing it, then sucked her fingers clean, eyes locked on his in the mirror.
They collapsed, but rest was fleeting. In the shower later, water cascading hot, she dropped to her knees again, the steam thick with soap and sex scents. Soaping his cock, she jerked him slow, then fast, until he braced against tiles, flooding her mouth once more.
“You’re insatiable,” he laughed, pulling her up for a kiss.
“Only for you.” 💋
The following day brought sun, and they drove to a nearby lighthouse, the winding road hugging cliffs. Wind howled, whipping her hair as they climbed the spiral stairs, the air musty with age and salt.
At the top, panoramic views stretched endless—ocean meeting sky. Alone, Liam pressed her against the railing, hands under her skirt, fingers plunging into her without preamble.
“Here? What if someone sees?” she gasped, but spread her legs wider.
“Let them watch how I own this pussy.” His thumb circled her clit, two fingers curling, hitting that spot relentlessly.
She came with a muffled scream into his shoulder, legs quaking, the vertigo of height adding to the rush.
He bent her over, hiking her skirt, thrusting in from behind. The metal railing bit her palms, wind cooling sweat-slick skin as he fucked her hard, grunts lost to the gale.
“Fill me—breed this slutty hole,” she urged, and he did, pulsing deep as she clenched, another orgasm milking him.
Descending, they were giddy, disheveled, sharing secretive smiles.
Back at the cabin, a new conflict brewed—Sophia’s phone buzzed with a text from a teammate, reminding her of training looming. “Reality intrudes,” she sighed, but Liam pulled her close.
“Then let’s make memories to last.” He led her to the fireplace, building a blaze that crackled warm, casting flickering shadows.
Naked on the rug, he oiled her body, hands gliding over every curve—breasts, belly, thighs. The slick slide was erotic, his cock hard against her as he massaged.
“Sixty-nine,” she suggested, and they did, her on top, mouth engulfing him as his tongue worked her folds. Mutual moans vibrated, building to simultaneous peaks—her swallowing his load as he lapped her release.
Then, he entered her missionary, slow and deep, eyes locked. “I love how you feel—wet, hot, mine.”
Their rhythm built, bodies syncing like tides, until ecstasy claimed them, tender yet fierce.
Chapter 4: Storm-Surged Ecstasy
As their trip waned, urgency gripped them. Sophia woke Liam with her mouth, sucking languidly, drawing out his pleasure until he begged for release. She mounted him then, riding slow, savoring each slide, her breasts swaying in his face.
“Suck them—bite,” she commanded, and he latched on, teeth grazing nipples, sending jolts to her core.
She came grinding down, but kept moving, chasing more. Flipping to spoon, he took over, arm banded around her, hand on her clit as he thrust from behind.
“Harder—wreck me,” she moaned, and he did, the slap of hips echoing.
His fingers pinched her clit, and she shattered, pulling him with her, cum leaking down her thighs.
Midday, they picnicked on the beach, sandwiches forgotten as hands wandered. In a dune hollow, she blew him again, sand gritty on her knees, the sun hot on her back. His cum filled her mouth, and she shared it in a messy kiss, tongues tangling salty.
Afternoon brought role reversal—Liam tying her spread-eagle to the bedposts, blindfolding her. Sensory deprivation heightened everything: the feather-light touch of his fingers, ice from the cooler tracing her skin, melting cold against heat.
His mouth followed, sucking toes, inner thighs, then her pussy, tongue delving deep. She bucked, blind, lost in sensation.
“Fuck my tits,” she pleaded when he unbound her upper body.
He straddled her chest, sliding between the oiled globes she pressed together. The friction was intense, his groans animalistic, until he erupted, pearling her neck and chin.
She scooped it, tasting, then pulled him down for more—missionary turned primal, legs over his shoulders, folding her deep.
“Own this cunt—make it yours,” she cried.
He hammered, sweat dripping, until they peaked, bodies locked in shuddering bliss.
Evening, by firelight, they talked futures—visits, maybe cohabitation post-grad. Emotion deepened the physical, leading to slow, worshipful sex: him eating her for ages, drawing multiple orgasms, then entering gently, building to crescendo.
As she came, tears pricked her eyes—not sadness, but overwhelming connection.
Chapter 5: Cresting Waves of Forever
Their last night, no holds barred. Sophia initiated anal play, something they’d teased but never done. Lubed fingers first, his probing her tight ring, the stretch burning sweet.
“Relax—let me in,” he coaxed, and she did, pushing back as a finger breached, then two, scissoring.
“Feels so full—fuck my ass with your cock,” she begged.
He entered slow, inch by inch, the fullness overwhelming. She rocked back, adjusting, pleasure blooming as he bottomed out.
“Hard now—pound it,” she gasped.
He did, hands on her hips, the new angle hitting nerves that sparked fireworks. She rubbed her clit, dual sensations exploding into orgasm, ass clenching around him.
He followed, filling her with hot spurts, collapsing over her.
Not done, they showered, soapy hands exploring, leading to wall-sex: her leg hooked high, him thrusting as water poured.
“Last load—deep in my pussy,” she demanded.
He obliged, coming with a roar, her nails drawing blood down his back.
They dried, curled in bed, bodies entwined. “Can’t wait for next time,” Liam whispered.
Sophia smiled, tracing his jaw. “Sooner. Promise.”
Dawn broke, packing bittersweet. At the train station, they kissed long, hands lingering.
“Until soon,” she said, watching him board, heart full, body sated—but already craving more.
The waves of their passion lingered, a tide pulling them back together.
