CH 8: Sex on the Beach. LEMON WARNING. DO NOT read if you DO NOT like lemons!

Narrator's POV:

"Fucking finally!" Yennefer stretched her arms out. The papers on her desk were scattered, but she finally finished grading her students' research papers and was on the verge of beginning her summer break. Then, her phone buzzed.

"Hu? Text message from . . . Geralt." The corners of her mouth went up slightly. "Oohh, this'll be fun." Yennefer clasped her knees together and bit her lower lip. "I can't remember the last time I had Sex on the Beach." A few days later, once the final grades were in—and Geralt received the highest score, for no other reason other than he was in fact good at science—Yennefer found herself packing for a day at the beach.

"Now which bathing suit should I wear? Definitely something sexy and not leaving too much to imagination. Oh, I've got one!" Yennefer dug through her drawer and found a strappy black one piece. "Perfect." She smiled to herself and continued packing.

"So many fucking people." Yennefer held a hand above her head and cocked her hip.

"Well it is summer break, and we're at the beach. So yea, there's going to be a shit-ton of people here." Geralt put down the ice chest he's been carrying, along with their towels and a tent.

"Hmm, well let's try to find a spot with the least amount of people. And noise." Yennefer cringed whenever she heard a baby or a small child crying nearby.

"I'll try, but I'm not making any promises. I brought a speaker so we can play some music in the background."

"I guess that'll work. Let's go this way." Yennefer began walking away from the crowd, surprisingly managing to find a secluded spot near a cove. "Well this is perfect." She smiled and pointed towards a spot in the shade.

"Do you know how fucking heavy all this shit is?" Geralt put everything down again with a "thump."

"Isn't that why you workout so frequently?"

"I workout to be strong, yes, but not to be the only one to carry all of our shit, next time carry your own towel and tent."

"Oh come now, you didn't think I wasn't going to reward you for laborious efforts today?" Yennefer strutted over to him. She radiated confidence. Her black one piece hardly left anything to the imagination, her gladiator sandals accentuated her curvy legs, and her black beach hat made her look like a movie star. She removed her oversized black sunglasses as her lavender eyes looked him up and down. "As soon as you set up that tent, I promise it'll be worth your while." She licked the side of her glasses. Geralt stiffened, his heart rate increasing as some blood rushed to his face and his groin.

"Fine." He said through gritted teeth.

"Good boy." Yennefer happily turned around to look at the ocean, taking in a deep breath and feeling more relaxed.

"Done." Geralt spoke up a few minutes later when Yennefer'd realized she was staring off at the ocean for several minutes.

"Oh good." She mewled, showing a catlike grin.

"I'm taking a nap." Geralt grumbled, going inside the tent and putting down his towel and shirt as a blanket.

"Hmm." Yennefer followed him and zipped up the tent. "You can't tell me you forgot my promise to reward your . . . valiant efforts." Yennefer crawled over to Geralt, who recalled how tightly his trunks were fitting him. Yennefer rested her hands on Geralt's thighs, every muscle in his body tensed as his member became hard. Yennefer licked her lips, sitting on his lap and undoing his trunks. Geralt's hardened member sprang up and Yennefer smiled, looking up at him. "My, you're quite excited. And I haven't even touched you yet. I wonder." Yennefer puckered her lips and blew. Geralt twitched, letting out a small breath of air.

"F-fuck." Geralt closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of Yennefer's breath against his now twitching member.

"Very reactive. And what about here?" Yennefer pulled up Geralt's shirt and blew on his nipple.

"W-what the hell are you doing to me?" Geralt opened his eyes and looked down at Yennefer.

"Rewarding you of course. Take off you clothes." Yennefer ordered, getting off him. Geralt moved like lightning.

"Now what?" He looked at her through hazy eyes.

"Lay down." Yennefer reached into her purse and pulled out some oil. She squirted it on herself, Geralt watched, eyes widening. Yennefer then slide over him, her oiled swimsuit feeling slippery as an eel over him.

"Fuck Yen." Geralt moaned when Yennefer's body pressed against him, making a slight sloshing noise.

"Mmm, you're so deliciously hard." Yennefer moaned while her hands gripped Geralt's shoulders and moved her hips against his groin, grinding down and feeling aroused. Geralt's hips bucked, he let out a low growl.

"Are you planning to torture me forever?" He looked Yennefer in the eye.

"No. Just a little longer." Yennefer moved her swimsuit to allow her breasts to be freed. She pressed her chest into Geralt's face while moving the bottom half to allow his member to slip inside and slide against her oiled folds.

"Holy fuck." Geralt grunted, bucking his hips up with full force. Yennefer bit her lower lip and swallowed.

"You're not meant to be cheating. All good things cum to those who wait." Yennefer looked down at him, moving her hips slowly, rocking back and forth. Geralt took hold of her breasts and sucked at her erect nipples. Geralt cursed.

"Yen, at his rate I won't last." Geralt pulled away from her for a moment.

"Fine. I'm eager as well." Yennefer adjusted herself and let Geralt slide inside. She moaned as her inner walls tightened around him. "You're twitching like crazy." Yennefer licked her lips.

"Y-Yen." Geralt's eyes nearly rolled back, then Yennefer slammed her hips down hard. "Fuck!" Geralt groaned, grabbing Yennefer's hips and slamming her down. The oil made sloshing sounds, Yennefer's walls clenching around him, only making Geralt more determined to buck his hips harder. The two were approaching their climax quickly.

"Cumming!" Yennefer moaned loudly.

"Fuck, Yen!" Geralt came hard. The two collapsed. Yennefer tried to pull away, but Geralt pulled her into him. "You're not going anywhere."

"Geralt." Yennefer snapped her neck up at him.

"Consider this part of my reward."

"F-fine." A strange tingling within Yennefer's heart stirred. She remembered being held closely after sex once. She used to hate it, but with Geralt, it felt right.

"When you wake up, we're going swimming." Geralt grumbled. The two slept, then went out for a swim, followed by wine and a cheese tray. Yennefer rather enjoyed herself. It was strange, she couldn't remember the last time she had so much . . . fun. Yennefer allowed herself to smile at her happiness.

"Geralt, there's something I need to tell you."

"Sure, what's up?"

"It's the reason why I didn't want to be in a romantic relationship with you."

"Oh?" He put down his wine glass.

"I was in love once, with Val Istredd." Yennefer looked down. Geralt stiffened.

"Well I figured you dated the guy, but not that you loved him."

"Let's just say I was young and dumb at that time. I thought I could trust him, but of course he was just using me for sex and credibility. He took my research and plagiarized it, then when I found out and wanted to report him, he claimed I seduced him and I was the one who plagiarized his work."

"That bastard." Geralt grit his teeth and did his best to keep calm.

"You can say that again. He used to spoil me, but in actuality he was just using me. A cheap, cliché trick. I hate him for it, and since then I've had a difficult time with trust."

"I don't blame you."
"But you're different." Yennefer let herself smile, again.

"Thanks, I think. You're a special person and shouldn't have been used. But, you really shouldn't let that asshole have such an affect on your perspective of love and relationships."

"Easier said than done." Yennefer sighed.

"I know."

"I, I'd like to try though. With, with you." Yennefer felt her cheeks reddening, a small part of her screaming in protest.

"I'd like that." Geralt smiled.

"Good."

"Good." Geralt leaned in and kissed her, it was a sweet kiss, no tongue involved.

"This seems like a terrible idea, I just don't know how I can prevent myself from falling head over heels for you." Yennefer smiled widely, cupping his face and kissing him, this time with more passion. Indeed, this could be a terrible idea.