Emily’s POV

I bent over the railing, ass up, hands gripping the metal again.

The sea rushed below and the wind whipped my hair across my face.

Dario gently kicked my legs wider, lined himself up, and pushed in one hard thrust.

I cried out, it was so perfect. All I ever wanted.

He didn’t go slowly, he fucked me so fast, hips slamming against me.

Every thrust shoved me forward against the rail.

My breasts bounced under the thin bikini top.

My nipples rubbed the fabric, making me more ...