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deep as he could go. Every part of me felt his warmth radiating from within as he thrust into me in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. I was suddenly aware of every detail, from the pulse of his breath, to the ridges of his erection as he moved in and out of me, my hips rising to meet each thrust.
Our bodies melded into one, rocking together like the waves that surrounded us. My eyes kept wanting to close, to let go, to give in to the moment, but I wanted to see everything. I wanted to watch the way his muscles tightened as his orgasm came closer and closer. My hands moved down to his buttocks, urging him deeper. He obliged, plunging into me once, twice; as deep as he could go. A groan escaped his lips, and the sound was enough to send me tumbling over the edge in an explosion of pleasure. My muscles tightened around him and he groaned again as his own pleasure erupted and swept over him, forcing him away from my gaze and into his own private release.
***
Afterwards, he pulled me close, and we lay together, my head on his chest, just holding each other. Sharing gentle kisses and caresses as our breaths slowed and hearts relaxed. There were so many things I wanted to say, but my mind refused to let me speak. Just enjoy this perfect moment, it seemed to be telling me as I stared at Antonio’s gently smiling face.
And so I did. Savoring every second, tracing my fingers along his damp skin, glistening in the silvery moonlight, until my eyes grew too heavy to stay open. The last thing I heard was Antonio whispering my name before I fell asleep.
Chapter Nineteen
The next morning, I awoke with a contented sigh and lay there for a moment, regaining my senses and trying to remember the dream that had left me feeling so happy.
"Good morning," came the low husky voice. I turned, startled to see Antonio stepping out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel.
That's when I realized I was in the wrong bedroom. I was bare-assed naked in Antonio's bed. Reflexively, I pulled up the sheets, covering my breasts. Then he laughed—a sweet, tender laugh. "So now you're going to hide from me? Too late." He winked at me.
The prior evening came rushing back. I'm sure my cheeks blazed, but now that I remembered what had happened, I breathed a sigh of relief. No wonder I felt so happy.
"Glad to see you awake, sleepy head," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He smelled faintly of soap and his skin was still damp from the shower. At that moment I wanted to pull him back into bed and give him an excuse for another shower.
I reached out, laying my hand on his arm. "If I'm a sleepy head, then you're a night owl," I said, grinning back at him,.
"Fair enough," he leaned in to kiss me. "You ready for your shower?" he asked. "We’ve got a busy day ahead of us."
I raised an eyebrow. "Another surprise trip?"
"Fort de France," he said, reaching past me toward the brochure beside the bed.
His body so close to mine brought back all the delicious memories from the previous night and I felt my body responding.
"I’ll read it later," I said coyly, catching his hand before he picked up the brochure. I rose to my knees, pushing him back as I did so. He didn’t resist, resting his hands on my hips when I sat across his lap.
He grinned at me, brushing a lock of hair away from my face. "I suppose we’ve got some time."
***
I was beginning to believe these tropical islands never had bad weather. The sun always seemed to be bright in the sky, lending just the right amount of warmth to the day. Or maybe today was just extra special. Maybe I was so exhilarated by everything that had happened between us that I was appreciating something as simple as sunshine.
"How’s your French? Parlez vous francais?" Antonio asked, squeezing my hand as we approached La Maison du Bèlè.
"I’m a little rusty," I admitted, "But I suppose I could manage a word or deux. What is this place you're taking me?"
Before Antonio could answer me, the
Our bodies melded into one, rocking together like the waves that surrounded us. My eyes kept wanting to close, to let go, to give in to the moment, but I wanted to see everything. I wanted to watch the way his muscles tightened as his orgasm came closer and closer. My hands moved down to his buttocks, urging him deeper. He obliged, plunging into me once, twice; as deep as he could go. A groan escaped his lips, and the sound was enough to send me tumbling over the edge in an explosion of pleasure. My muscles tightened around him and he groaned again as his own pleasure erupted and swept over him, forcing him away from my gaze and into his own private release.
***
Afterwards, he pulled me close, and we lay together, my head on his chest, just holding each other. Sharing gentle kisses and caresses as our breaths slowed and hearts relaxed. There were so many things I wanted to say, but my mind refused to let me speak. Just enjoy this perfect moment, it seemed to be telling me as I stared at Antonio’s gently smiling face.
And so I did. Savoring every second, tracing my fingers along his damp skin, glistening in the silvery moonlight, until my eyes grew too heavy to stay open. The last thing I heard was Antonio whispering my name before I fell asleep.
Chapter Nineteen
The next morning, I awoke with a contented sigh and lay there for a moment, regaining my senses and trying to remember the dream that had left me feeling so happy.
"Good morning," came the low husky voice. I turned, startled to see Antonio stepping out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel.
That's when I realized I was in the wrong bedroom. I was bare-assed naked in Antonio's bed. Reflexively, I pulled up the sheets, covering my breasts. Then he laughed—a sweet, tender laugh. "So now you're going to hide from me? Too late." He winked at me.
The prior evening came rushing back. I'm sure my cheeks blazed, but now that I remembered what had happened, I breathed a sigh of relief. No wonder I felt so happy.
"Glad to see you awake, sleepy head," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He smelled faintly of soap and his skin was still damp from the shower. At that moment I wanted to pull him back into bed and give him an excuse for another shower.
I reached out, laying my hand on his arm. "If I'm a sleepy head, then you're a night owl," I said, grinning back at him,.
"Fair enough," he leaned in to kiss me. "You ready for your shower?" he asked. "We’ve got a busy day ahead of us."
I raised an eyebrow. "Another surprise trip?"
"Fort de France," he said, reaching past me toward the brochure beside the bed.
His body so close to mine brought back all the delicious memories from the previous night and I felt my body responding.
"I’ll read it later," I said coyly, catching his hand before he picked up the brochure. I rose to my knees, pushing him back as I did so. He didn’t resist, resting his hands on my hips when I sat across his lap.
He grinned at me, brushing a lock of hair away from my face. "I suppose we’ve got some time."
***
I was beginning to believe these tropical islands never had bad weather. The sun always seemed to be bright in the sky, lending just the right amount of warmth to the day. Or maybe today was just extra special. Maybe I was so exhilarated by everything that had happened between us that I was appreciating something as simple as sunshine.
"How’s your French? Parlez vous francais?" Antonio asked, squeezing my hand as we approached La Maison du Bèlè.
"I’m a little rusty," I admitted, "But I suppose I could manage a word or deux. What is this place you're taking me?"
Before Antonio could answer me, the
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