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"Let's forget about that for now. I'm starving."
"Then let's order room service."
Despite our serious conversation, once our food arrives, we enjoy more than good eats. We joke with each other and laugh about how crazy it is that two middle-aged people have come to a nudist resort. This is how we used to be. During our marriage, until things gradually disintegrated, we laughed and talked and made love and took care of our kids. We were a family. But more than that, we were a couple in love, and for years, we stayed that way.
I hardly noticed when the downward spiral began, not until it was too late.
We ordered dessert too. Vanessa had requested that I choose the dessert and make it something "deliciously sinful and dripping with yumminess." I didn't use those exact words when I placed our order. Only a woman would say something like that. But I managed to get the point across to Danielle, the resort employee who took our order.
But the way Vanessa had spoken those words... Damn, it made me horny as hell.
Now that we've finished our main course, it's time for dessert. Vanessa also commanded me to order at least three desserts that matched her criteria. So, we wound up with wine glasses filled with strawberry cheesecake mousse, red wine lollipops, and cherry bombs. I wasn't sure what those things were, but I trusted Danielle to choose romantic sweets for us. She did a bang-up job, for sure. Now I know what a cherry bomb is---chocolate cake balls with a cherry in the center and a dark chocolate coating around the whole thing. The cherry stems poke out of the balls.
I'd kept the desserts hidden until after our meal. Now, I lift the dome lid and reveal the sensual goodies to Vanessa.
She rubs her palms together and licks her lips with one long, slow glide of her tongue. "Mm, you did good, Craig. These look incredible."
I love the sultry tone of her voice. But if she keeps talking that way and devouring the desserts with her gaze, I might snap and fuck her right here on this tiny sofa. "Which dessert do you want first?"
"Maybe I'll start with a cherry bomb." Her focus shifts to my lap, and her lips curve into a sexy smile. "Or something bigger and meatier."
She licks her lips again, exposing more of her tongue while she swipes it over her upper lip.
Meatier? Even I'm not dense enough to misunderstand that comment.
Vanessa plucks up a cherry bomb and places it delicately on her tongue. When she seals her lips around the confection, only the stem is still visible. She half closes her eyes and moans, the sound so throaty and erotic that my dick jerks. She puckers her lips and pulls the stem free, then begins to chew the candy in a leisurely manner, like she wants to savor it for as long as possible.
Finally, she swallows and opens her eyes. "You should try one of these. Take it into your mouth and let the sweetness and dark chocolate melt away your inhibitions."
"Are you trying to seduce me, Nessa?"
"What if I am?" She plucks a glass of raspberry cheesecake off the tray and grabs a spoon. Once she's loaded up the spoon, she holds it to my mouth. "Imagine this is what I taste like."
Oh yeah, she is definitely trying to seduce me.
I close my mouth around the spoonful of pink mousse and let her slowly pull the spoon free. I take a page from her book and consume the confection as if I plan to spend an hour savoring that one mouthful. Then I groan deeply.
"You're getting me so turned on, Craig."
"Mm, that was good." I wipe my mouth with one finger, letting bits of the dessert cling to the tip, and offer it to her. "But nothing on earth could ever taste as delicious as you."
Vanessa flicks her tongue over my fingertip, lapping up the remnants of my raspberry cheesecake mousse. "What should we do now?"
"Get dirty, sweaty, and thoroughly satisfied."
Chapter Nineteen
Vanessa
"I would love to do that," I tell Craig as I slide even closer to him, and our bodies brush against each other. My breathing grows heavier just from that simple touch. "Why did we never do anything like this while we were married? I think this island has magical powers to make everyone horny."
He chuckles. "I think we've both realized, finally, that we are not the same two people who got married and had kids. We're mature adults who do whatever the hell we want."
"That's true. We love our kids, but this is the time in our lives when we get to cut loose and try new things. Getting older isn't a bad thing." I slide a hand up his thigh, rewarded by the way he sucks in a sharp breath. "We're footloose and fancy free now."
"Does anyone still use that term?"
"Only old fogies like us."
