C18 Doing to me

The water rushed around them, chasing their ankles, its fervent pursuit matched by the coursing of blood in their veins.

Bea couldn’t have said if he pulled her to the sand or if she pulled him, but she was lying down then, her back against the cold ground, her legs bent, Rocco's body on hers, just as she’d fantasised about, his weight sheer bliss.

His kiss didn’t relent