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He lifted her hair and pressed his lips to her nape, and his kiss moved once more over her shoulder blades. She stood naked in the moonlight, thinking that they had never made love quite like this. She felt as if she should drape something around her, but then she felt the eternity of the night and the stars and the sea, and it suddenly seemed the most private place in the world, just as his touch with that of the night wind seemed to be the most sensual she had ever felt.
    His arms swept around her from behind and she felt the erotic brush of the golden mat of his chest hair against her back. His hands swept upward, encircling her breasts, cupping them tenderly, his thumbs moving in seductive rhythm over her nipples.
    Then his kisses began to move down the length of her spine. Slowly his lips moved, touching each and every vertebra. Warm moisture burned her flesh, then the liquid fire was enhanced by the coolness of the breeze. Finally he was on his knees behind her, his fingers brushing her belly, his lips teasing her buttocks. Then she gasped as he turned her around. His face and hair lay buried against her abdomen, and the soft flick of his tongue began to touch her there. His hands stroked downward, over her hips and calves, then swept up her kneecaps and upper thighs, until she parted her stance for balance. He held her taut against him, and his searing, moist caress moved over the apex of her limbs, to the intimate center of her desire.
    Three years were nothing.…
    The sensations that ripped through her were wild and sweetly primeval, as natural as the swell of the waves in the sea. She felt a raging ecstasy so swift and overwhelming that nothing else existed. Her fingers tore into his hair but she did not seek to pull him away, only to hold tight lest the storm of desire send her spiraling into darkness. He brought her ever closer, ever more intimately against him. And he parted her further with his touch, stroking her endlessly. Torrents of pleasure, wilder than any tempest on the ocean, came sweeping through her and she twisted and moaned. The sweet liquid fire simmering deep within her rose and rose, until it burst explosively, until she did see darkness, and came sinking down slowly before him, spent, exhausted, emptied. Then brilliant lights and sparks of fire seemed to cascade around her. She closed her eyes, still shaking, and embraced him, her lashes lowered. A rosy color crept into her cheeks because she had responded so uninhibitedly to his intimate touch after so many years had passed.
    But he didn’t allow her any regrets. He caught her lips and kissed her deeply and passionately, slowly lowering them to the deck. He whispered to her decadently, demanding to know if she could taste the love between them on their kiss. Before she could regain her senses from the first explosion, he had slipped inside her. He was magnificent, and just feeling him inside her as he whispered so erotically brought her near to a second climax before he even started to move his body.
    Then he did so, languidly, nearly leaving, then entering her again deeply. The quickening deepened inside her again; the sparks of fire left behind were incredibly fanned. As he held his weight above her carefully on the palms of his hands, their only contact being where his body was immersed so deeply within her own, she began to meet his slow, demanding thrusts.
    The world took flight all over again. As he moved within her he leaned down and took the hardened peak of her nipple into his mouth, and he sucked it hard as the speed of his rhythm increased to a frantic beat. She clung to him. She bit and kissed his shoulders, she pushed her fingers into his hair.
    Then it seemed that the sky exploded above her, and the darkness was filled with myriad multicolored stars and lights. The exquisite pleasure of her body was seeping into his while he held still, emptying the tempest of his own desire deep within her.
    Then he fell by her side,