I bite my lip as I slip a finger into my hole, imagining it was his stretching me open instead. I move on it, bucking my hips against my palm to build up friction, chasing that release I need so badly. The back of my head and my ears bob in and out of the water as I kick my legs to stay afloat. God, it feels good. My eyes flutter open, just as a seagull glides overhead, and when my gaze falls back to shore, I freeze.
