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Pressing my thighs together, he peels the skimpy negligee the rest of the way from my body and then lays on my legs, pressing them together. I writhe and squirm as his mouth burns a warm promise down my stomach, only to veer away from my sex and skim over my hip and thigh. I groan and give his hair little tugs to direct him to my pussy, but he shakes loose and ignores me. It only fuels my desire, thrumming in my veins like a too-tight bowstring.

I need this so desperately. I can be queen out there if I am with him, here, tonight and always.

My legs still pressed together, he gives me a first hinting kiss at my mound and my whole body shudders. Finally he shifts and releases me and I throw my legs open eagerly, wantonly. I gaze down at him and stroke my own hands down my thighs, tensing my stomach and pivoting my hips to offer myself to him.

He grins for just a second and then dives in. Jason has had plenty of time to learn my body. In some ways I miss out first explorations where he would tease me here and there and follow the gasps and moans. The tension in his body tells me all I need to know. He wants me wet and he wants me wet right now.

It doesn't take long until hollow need throbs in my body and I pull at his hair, not gently, urging him to rise up, mount me, and take me.

Jason crawls over top of me on his hands and knees. I run my hands up his sides and close my legs around him as he enters me. I groan as he fills me and our bodies join. It only takes moments for us to find our steady rhythm, his forehead pressed to mine as he thrusts to meet the swivel of my hips.

He slows, and I try to speed up, breaking the union of our motions.

"What…?" I manage.

He kisses me. "We have all night before we catch the plane. We can go slow."

He rests more of his weight on me, as much to restrain me as to close with me, and does just that. His hips move in a slow steady rhythm. He can last a long time like this, as can I. Our lovemaking is more embrace than frantic coupling, our limbs entwined, sweaty bodies gliding against each other until I can't tell where he stops and I begin.

"Ana," he murmurs my name in my ear, "Ana…"

His arms tighten, his body rises, and lovemaking turns to fucking. A sudden, almost harsh climax builds through the velvety sweetness of the long embrace, shuddering first in my legs and belly and spreading there in rapid shocks as Jason grunts and finishes inside me.

I can feel him pulsing even as my body clenches around him. So hard, so hot. Nothing makes me happier than this moment of afterglow when we've finished together.

His head lifts up but he doesn't draw out of me or move. Jason holds my sweaty body to his and kisses my forehead. I am more than content to lie there with him until he's ready again.

I give him a light smack on the butt. He flinches and grins at me.

"We have all night," I tell him. "So does that mean that we should savor it, or see if we can set a new record?"

"Why don't we savor setting a new record?" he says, as he grows hard again inside me.

* * *

J
ason

A
na is naked again
.

Ordinarily I wouldn't pay it much mine, but I do wonder what she's thinking strutting around buck-ass nude on the deck.

Well, I know what she's thinking. Since we arrived she's put on a magnificent tan that is strangely exotic when paired with her pale hair, like she's become fire and ice all in one. Ana wears it loose most of the time now, cascading to her back.

Now she spreads it over her shoulder as she flops on a towel on a chaise lounger, lying nude in the sun. Nude and sweaty. Glistening with sweat. She tucks her sunglasses down and gives me a look that's enough to melt a glacier. The smirk settles it.

So far as I can tell, with a stretch of private beach and our secluded bungalow, no one can see us. Taking the hint, I discard my board shorts and strut over.

"Sunblock?"

She nods, and barely conceals her excitement as I rub the creamy lotion all over her body. I take my time, savoring the feeling. She's already silky but my hands gliding over her skin with the lotion cranks it up to eleven.

She sits up, then stands. I rub it all down her back and the back of her legs, and pay particular attention to her backside, working it into the impossibly soft and smooth skin of her ass.

"I should do you," she says, smirking.

"Yes," I choke out.

"I have an idea. Lay down."

I lay back on the chaise.

Ana squirts half of what remains in the bottle on my chest, then the rest on herself, and dives on top of me. The slick lotion is cool between us as her breasts slide up my body from my stomach to my neck.

She glides forward and back, smearing it all over us.

I can stand about thirty seconds of that before I pull her up. Grinning, she pivots her hips just the right way and I enter her with a gasp.

She sits up, her hands rubbing the lotion into my chest as it slides like melted wax down her flawless breasts and belly. She moves her hips in a slow motion, all her weight pinned down on my body to keep my buried to the root.

"I have something to tell you," she says, fluttering her eyelashes.

"Oh?" I say.

My God, she is magnificent. The ideal of beauty.

“What?”

Oh.

Oh
.

I pull her down by the arms and kiss her fiercely, the greatest joy I've ever known swelling in my chest.

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Cover by Kevin McGrath, photograph by Sara Eirew

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