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She glided forward under his urge and started swimming.
His hand itched to feel every inch of her skin. Giving in to temptation, he traced her mouth with the pad of his thumb. She remained perfectly still. He dipped his finger between her parted lips. Her eyelids fluttered, then opened. The rise and fall of her breasts accelerated, beckoning to him.
Entwining her fingers behind his neck, she tilted her head, kissed his cheek and touched her lips to his, nipping at his lower one. They both wanted passion tonight.
He lowered his mouth and captured hers, plundering, tasting, savoring. She sighed and returned his kiss. While his tongue played and swirled around hers, his hand reached down and cupped her bottom, molding her to him, his arousal pressing against her belly. She leaned on his shoulders, jerked her legs up to encircle his back… and tumbled them both in the water.
They instantly disentangled and emerged, laughing and sputtering.
“I don’t want to drown you.”
She wiped her eyes while he tossed his head aside to shake the water out of his hair.
“We’re out of luck now,” she grumbled.
“We’ll make our luck.”
He resolutely carried her closer to the shore and slid down pulling her onto his lap. The waves unfolded over their shoulders and clapped against his back.
His body still tense, he kissed her slowly and deeply, exploring and plundering. She curled her fingers around his nape, holding his head angled as she returned his kisses. Tongues lapped and stroked. She snatched her mouth away to breathe.
“Kissing under the stars,” she whispered. “In the ocean at night. This is my most beautiful birthday gift.”
“We’re just starting, babe.”
Lust returned. Blood pounded in his groin. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted any woman in his life. He nuzzled her ear and trailed kisses along her throat, down to her collarbone. His hands closed over her breasts, kneading and caressing.
A grumble of satisfaction escaped him when she arched back, pushing herself into his palms. He took a nipple into his mouth, suckled and sucked, and then bestowed the same attention to the other breast, his tongue swirling around the pebbled end. Her moans wafted with the gentle tap of the waves. She squirmed in his lap, her stomach rubbing against his erection. He groaned and strummed his hands up and down her hips.
As the current carried them inward and lifted him up, she stood and clung to him. She looked deliciously sensual, her breasts floating on the waves rippling around them.
His breathing rough, he jiggled out of his bathing suit and hooked it to his arm. Their eyes met, hers glittering in the dark. He urged her forward and parted her legs with his knee. His hand slithered between her thighs.
***
Brenda sunk against him, bracing both arms around his waist. His erection nudged against her stomach. A shiver of anticipation trickled through her. His fingers played and stroked, drifted over her love bud and lingered, teasing.
Unable to withstand the mounting pressure, she squirmed, closed her legs, and whimpered when his imprisoned fingers accentuated his caress. Excitement sizzled through her.
Needing to touch him, she rubbed her lips over his abs. Tasting the salty water on his skin, she reached for his nipple and sucked. It hardened. Delighted with her power over him, she teased and nibbled, her frenzy accelerating with the dipping of his fingers in and out of her. Her whimpers hummed in the silence of the night, and her knees buckled.
“Matt, please.”
His hand tangled in her hair, tugging her head back. He captured her mouth and silenced her moans with his kisses. His shaft replaced his fingers. He thrust his hips forward, filling her. She dug her nails into his back and butted against him.
His thrusts accelerated. She followed him, gyrating her hips, tightening her muscles around him. Skin slapped against skin.
Tremors shook her.
He held her pressed against him and plunged. Digging into the sand with one foot to stabilize herself, she lifted the other leg to encircle him and drag him even deeper.
Jolts of pleasure rippled through her, and she shuddered. Her body shaken by a last convulsion, she sagged against him.
The waves carried them to the shore. Still dazed, she tried to stand and fell back, wishing she could cuddle and sleep on the wet sand.
“Time to get out and dry off.” Matt straightened his trunks still hanging on his wrist. He slipped them on and ran out. Returning with her bikini, he helped her don both pieces. Hand in hand, they sauntered out.
“Let’s take a walk. We’ll dry in no time.” They hid their clothes under a bush away from the shore and resumed their walk.
“I’ll never forget this evening, Matt.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her close against him as they strolled on the sand. “We have the whole night to keep celebrating. We’ll sleep on the plane.”
They chatted about their vacation, recapping their best moments and laughing, creating a folder of beautiful memories during their hour-long walk.
“I’m dry,” she said when they returned to the bush and collected their clothes. She put on her dress, and he donned his pants and shirt. Sandals in hand, they returned to the hotel and their room. Hardly able to shed their clothes, they collapsed onto their bed for a well-deserved sleep.
“Tomorrow, at what time?” she muttered.
“Sleep my love. Tomorrow is another day.”
