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Kirsten was feeling bold, powerful, and sexy. She felt wanted and appreciated by him, and there was nothing else a woman really needed.
“Come on,” she said, standing up. “Let’s get into that hot tub.”
They got changed separately because she wanted to surprise him with her bikini. She wasn’t often confident enough in her body shape to wear a two-piece due to both the negative influence of the world and her opinion of herself. But she had seen it in the airport and was charmed by the notion of seeing the look on his face when she revealed it to him.
It was a black and blood-red patterned swimsuit, the red splash in the shape of cherry blossoms and orchids. She walked out in it. The sun was continuing its slow descent below the horizon, and her long hair was flowing down her back. She held a drink in her hand and felt like a paparazzi was going to pop out of the shadows and get a candid snap of her.
Henry was sitting by the hot tub with his drink, looking delicious in his shirtless form, when he turned and saw her. Kirsten didn’t stop moving, but she could feel his eyes on her, as scalding as the Thailand sun.
“Holy hell,” he muttered. “Get over here, you.”
Kirsten had barely any time to sink into the hot tub before he took her by the wrists, pulling her to a position between his legs. She chuckled as he placed both their drinks down and then began running his fingers from the top of her knees and along her waist and hips. Her skin broke out into shivers and goosebumps instantly.
“Where have you been hiding this lovely thing, darling?” he whispered.
Kirsten tilted her head, feigning being bashful.
“Oh, this thing?” she said playfully.
That handsome grin that he had pulled her in like a glowing thread around her loins returned, and Kirsten was starting to feel it pull on her heartstrings.
Henry grabbed her by the ass and pulled her in tightly, squeezing her hard, then moving his hands up and down her back with great tenderness. Kirsten wrapped her arms around his head, feeling herself beginning to breathe faster.
“God, it’s almost sickening how I want you constantly,” he purred, gazing up at her. “You’re just so damn irresistible all the time.”
Kirsten pulled away from him briefly, holding one hand, and seductively pulled him into the bubbling water. He sat there looking tasty, looking up at her like a servant looks at their master. She adored how it made her feel.
The sun behind her was nearly halfway below the horizon, casting her body in an appealing silhouette of glowing yellow and orange. She untied the bikini top, letting her bountiful breasts drop down. They slapped against her skin, and she felt Henry’s eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.
“Oh, Kirsten,” he muttered.
She had let his hand fall to his lap, loving how her nipples felt hard in the cool rush of wind. She stepped out of her bikini bottoms, tossing them aside with the top, then approached him, an Aphrodite in the flesh.
“Take me here,” she purred back at him.
Henry was a man of action, and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to please her. That was a part of the reason why she felt so willing to be assertive. He stood up and yanked down his swim shorts. His cock was at attention, full and bulbous. Kirsten bit her lip at the sight of it.
“Turn around, my goddess,” he requested.
She did as he asked, bending over with her ass propped up, a glorious sight in the dying sunset. She faced the water as he guided himself inside of her, pulling at her waist gently, then he rocked his length in and out with a tender motion as they enjoyed each other in the seaside hot tub.
Kirsten moaned his name repeatedly as she watched the day die out, casting them in shadow and the water into a blue velvet blanket. She had never experienced anything more romantic in her life than having her lover take her directly in front of the setting sun.
She clapped her ass against his cock as her emotions got the best of her, rocketing against him as she reached her climax. With Henry, it was easy to get there. The very sight of him, plus his hands on her, was its own kind of foreplay.
He held onto her hips as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her entire carnal existence free-floating into a dreamlike state. He always wanted her to orgasm before he did, which was seriously sexy in itself.
“Oh Kirsten, oh Kirsten.”
He climaxed soon after her, pulling her in close as he did to wrap his massive hands around her breasts. She arched her back as she rubbed against him softly, the both of them lost in the bliss of what it meant to make love in such an exotic land.
Kirsten was starting to realize that in Henry’s arms, with Zara sleeping not too far away, she had felt something she’d never experienced before ... Kirsten felt like she was home. It was a riveting thought, but it was also terrifying. She laid her head against the shifter’s chest and breathed his name, the wet touch of his kisses on her neck calming any budding fear.
TWENTY-THREE
HENRY
Henry was willing to admit to himself that he enjoyed having Kirsten accompany him on his search for Sher. He was nearly 100% sure that she was the one stalking his property, likely for reasons beyond his understanding. If he really wanted to indulge in the thought, he was sure that he could figure it out, but that would all play out in time.
