Just One Night
  Playfully nipping
at her breast as he said, “I was the last one in.   Tell me what you want, Nickie .”
    “You.   All of you, inside me.   Now, Jase .   Now,” she said and he grasped her ass and positioned
her for his entry.   He drove in with one
sharp thrust.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
    Nickie cried out at his
rough entry and the almost pleasure-pain it brought.
    She hadn't realized just
how tender she was from their lovemaking, but there was no avoiding that every
inch of her body was agonizingly sensitized.
    Thankfully he didn't
move, but let the gentle ebb and flow of the ocean around them slowly carry
them upward until the sensations crested and sent waves and waves of pleasure
through their bodies.
    He continued to hold her
long after and she didn't let go, keeping him tight to her with her arms and
legs and kiss after kiss until it was no longer possible to ignore the frigid
water and the first blush of an early summer dawn on the horizon.
    They hurried back to the
blanket where she slipped on her cover-up and he tucked the blanket around them
to dry and warm their bodies.
    Their hips bumped
against each other as they climbed the steps to the boardwalk cutting through
the dunes and onto the lawn.   At the edge
of the flagstone terrace, she stopped and he faced her, a questioning look on
his face.
    She cupped his cheeks,
rose up on tiptoes and kissed him, her heart swelling and almost bursting at
the thought the night was over.   That
he’d be leaving soon.
    “It’ll be okay, Nickie ,” he said and swiped his thumbs across her cheeks
and the tears there.
    She hadn’t even realized
she was crying.
    With a sniffle and a
hesitant smile, she nodded and dropped a quick kiss on his lips.   “It’ll be okay,” she repeated and laced her
fingers with his.
    As they sauntered across
the terrace and into the house, the muted sounds of activity came from the
kitchen.
    It was probably Rosie,
their housekeeper.   She raised a finger
to her lips, warning Jase to keep silent as they
avoided the kitchen, scurried up the steps, and back to her room.
    He tossed away the
blanket and she shivered again, this time from the cold of the air conditioning
on her damp skin.
    “I need a hot shower,”
she said and quickly added, “Will you join me?”
    At his doubtful look,
she said, “Just a shower, Jase .   A quick one to warm up and
wash away the salt.”
    With a quick sexy grin,
he said, “Now that's a promise I wish you wouldn't keep.”
    “Come on.”   She grabbed hold of his hand and hauled him
into her bathroom.   She shucked off her
cover-up and stood by the immense shower stall to get the hot water running
through the multiple shower heads.
    “Is this a car wash or a
shower?” he teased and nestled behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist
as he waited with her.
    “Very funny, Jase .   You'll thank me when your squeaky clean and deliciously warm.”
    He chuckled and nipped
the crook of her shoulder.   “I think I'm
already getting warm, Nickie .”
    “Yeah, I can tell.   I guess Marines can always rise to the
occasion,” she teased since despite his earlier comments, he was gradually
hardening against the small of her back.
    “ Oohrah ,”
he huffed playfully and rubbed his hips against her.
    Waving her hand through
the water spewing from the shower heads, she was satisfied it was hot enough
and opened the stall door.   Together they
stepped beneath the cascade of water and she turned to face Jase .
    “ Mmm ,
that water does feel good. Hot. Wet.”   His voice was low as he skimmed his erection back and forth across the
slick wetness of her belly.
    “Amazing thing
about water.   It’s wet,” she kidded.
    He grinned and her
insides twisted at that little boy smile, but even as they did, she had to
admit to one little problem.   “ Jase , I'm a little – ”
    “Sore?   I'm sorry about that, babe.   I know this is all probably too much in just
one night.”
    Her heart

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