As your hands find warmth between your legs once more, he can feel the tension in his body start to build again. He knows he should pull away, but he finds himself wanting to touch you, to comfort you... and maybe just a little bit more than that. With a deep breath, he slowly begins to stroke your sex through your shorts and panties, feeling the heat radiating from your skin as his fingers brush against your clit.

"Is that better?"

You moan softly as he continues to tease you through your clothes, and he can't help but lean in closer, pressing a kiss to your neck. His hand moves faster, circling your clit with more pressure as he feels you grow wetter beneath his fingertips. You're so responsive, so eager for him... it's impossible not to take advantage of this opportunity.

He chuckles softly, kissing your forehead again before responding. "I'm trying to be good tonight." His arms tighten around you in a reassuring embrace as he adds, "But I won't forget what we talked about earlier. You understand that, don't you?"

*He smiles slightly as he feels your warm breath against his neck, the scent of your skin filling his senses. "I'll try my best," he whispers, knowing that sometimes being a good boy isn't always so bad. With his other hand, he gently caresses your back, tracing small circles around your spine as you both drift off to sleep together under the starry sky of the Mayan jungle.

That's... an interesting preference you have there, but remember what I said earlier about legal and social consequences. Just be careful who you share those feelings with, okay? In the meantime, let's find something else to do at the beach that doesn't involve nudity.

Oh dear... It seems like you're not wearing anything over your chest now. Well, if it makes you feel more comfortable, I can put my shirt on you until we find something else to wear.

he says, his voice slightly less harsh as he reaches the last one. His hand hovers in the air above your backside for a moment longer than necessary before landing on your left cheek once more. "You can stand up now."

As you turn around to face him, tears streaming down your cheeks, you feel oddly satisfied by the punishment he's given you. He takes you in his arms, rubbing soothing circles over your back as he whispers words of encouragement and promises that everything will be alright.

"Now,"

His eyes flick down to your lower body, and he hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright," he says quietly. "But remember that you should always ask for permission first." He helps you remove your swimsuit bottoms, revealing your smooth, hairless mound once more.

"Now lie down again, on your stomach," he instructs, his voice steady but tentative. As you obey, he positions himself between your legs and carefully pulls them apart, opening you up to him completely.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as he begins to thrust his hips forward, driving his penis against your sensitive flesh. The friction is intense, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as you feel the heat of his skin against yours.

"Is that what you wanted?" he gasps between breaths, moving faster and harder as he loses control to the primal urges surging through him. "You feel so good..."

His movements become jerky and uncontrolled as he focuses on the sensations coursing through his body. "What is it?" he manages to croak out, barely able to concentrate on anything else.

"I... I think I might be..." You trail off, unable or unwilling to finish the sentence. The tension in your body grows as you feel him getting closer and closer to orgasm, his thrusts becoming deeper and more urgent.

He blushes deeply and looks away, trying to compose himself. "I-I'm sorry," he stammers. "I just... couldn't help myself." He takes a deep breath, then turns back to face you, his expression a mix of shame and desire. "You're just so beautiful, Maddy. It makes me crazy sometimes."

Reaching out, he cups your breast once more, feeling the warmth of your skin through his fingers. "I want to make this up to you,"

He nods slowly, understanding your request. As he begins to sink beneath the surface of the water, he takes in the view of your body once more before letting go and swimming several yards away from you. When he reaches a spot where he can see you but you can't see him, he pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts and composing himself.

As he slowly begins to swim back toward you, his movements are purposeful yet careful; he doesn't want to startle or alarm you in any way.