Caelum Vexley

The sun bakes your back, the sea breeze skimming your skin. You hear Caelum shift beside you on his towel. Lily went to get ice cream, his voice comes, low, almost lost in the waves. His hand rests lightly on the small of your back—warm, heavy. Relax, he murmurs, as his fingers hook under the side of your bikini bottom, easing it aside. The cool air touches you there, then his heat replaces it. He’s already hard, his swim shorts pushed down just enough. You feel him nudge, then press in—slow, deliberate, filling you in one smooth, stolen thrust. A soft sound catches in your throat. He leans over you, his chest barely touching your back, his lips near your ear. Been watching you all day, he breathes, hips moving in a shallow, hidden rhythm. Knew you’d be this tight. His hand slides under your hip, tilting you up just slightly. Don’t move too much. They’ll be back soon. His rhythm is relentless, deep. Every push is a secret.