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His eyes glint with pleasure when he runs his hand over my body, from my thighs to my chest and my lips.

Tenderly, he leaves a kiss on my lips as I loop my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. My center slides around his thick erection, and his arms lift me before holding me against his body.

Our lips connect again as I rock my hips against his.

Moving as one, he enters me slowly and kisses me just as slowly. There is something different about how he enters me and kisses me now, and I wish I knew what that was.

As he changes the rhythm and makes me feel things for him, I kiss him with even more passion, and we end up making love.

His fingers move through my hair and down my body and my thighs. His lips leave me breathless.

We both come and enjoy that rush together before kissing again, and I fear something unpleasant might be in our future.

I don’t know why my mind keeps going there, but it just does. He lets his guard down, and I don’t know what else to think of this. Maybe we're trying to make the best out of spending these days together before moving on with our lives.

I swat that thought away.

Maybe there’s something else.

Maybe it doesn’t matter.

All that matters is that I can’t stop kissing him, and there I go, letting my guard down myself.

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The followingday

The weather is perfect.The air is dry, the breeze is nice, and bright sunlight makes the ocean sparkle.

We woke up early.

Frankly, we didn’t sleep much.

After having sex in the bedroom, we ended up in the pool, naked, which only made it difficult to keep our hands off each other.

We fucked on the pool steps, in the water, in the shower, and then in the bedroom again before we slept for a few hours.

I woke to the smell of breakfast. Coffee, toast, and fried eggs.

His side of the bed was empty, so I imagined he was in the kitchen, cooking.

After a quick shower, I entered the kitchen wearing shorts and a T-shirt, my hair pulled up into a ponytail.

He was sliding the scrambled eggs onto the plates when he stopped for a moment and searched my eyes.

I liked that a lot.

He looked amazing in the morning light, his eyes holding the power of the ocean, his bronze darker against his white T-shirt and blue shorts, his muscular legs on display.

We both sat at the table after he made sure I had everything I needed.

Food, coffee, water, silverware, and napkins.

After breakfast, we went to the beach, and in one swipe, I was no longer the New York teacher and became this Florida girl rocking a polka dot summer dress and having my feet kissed by the sand.

On our way over, we stopped at a store to buy a wide-brim hat, shades, and a swimsuit for me.

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