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Releasing the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding, I tilt my head unconsciously, allowing him access to my neck as he trails kisses from my ear to my shoulder.
Mumbling to himself, I think I hear Scott say, “I want you,” and it’s a sentiment I agree with wholeheartedly as he squeezes my hip one more time before releasing me and swimming away.
Spinning around I see the open-mouthed stares of our friends, who are leaning up against the edge of the pool in the shallow end, watching the entire scene play out. Blushing profusely, I do the only thing I can think of, I start swimming laps like Scott.
Oh my god, how embarrassing. Seriously, Scott makes me forget everything when he touches me – that’s dangerous.
Shortly after two that afternoon, I follow the path to the other side of the island. Most of the wedding guests have just left on the boat back to Nassau and as I stood on the dock with Cassie and Luke, waving them goodbye, Scott was nowhere to be seen. Ben, Parker, Tim, and his wife all left in Ben’s helicopter late morning, leaving only a few of us to enjoy the island for the next couple of days.
After my experience with Scott in the pool this morning, I’m looking forward to seeing him again. One more night in his bed, exploring the sexual chemistry between us. What harm can come of it as Scott returns to Florida tomorrow morning, and I head back to New York a couple of days later. It’s not like we’re in the same city and anything more is an option.
Reaching the beach, I spot Scott right away, sitting in a deck chair under the shade of one of the palm trees which line the edge of the sandy cove. Scott watches me advance toward him.
“Hey, pretty lady. What brings you to this deserted side of the island?” Liking the teasing tone in his voice, I smile down at him as I drop my bag onto a second deck chair and remove my dress.
Pretending to ignore the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows hard, I reply suggestively, “I heard there was a hunk of an Aussie man hanging out on this beach.” Scanning the beach, I look back at him. “But I don’t see a Hemsworth brother anywhere here.”
Springing from his deck chair, Scott swings me into his arms as if I weigh nothing and strides toward the water. I cling to his neck laughing as he attempts to deposit me in the turquoise waters. Instead, we fall clumsily into the water together.
Coming up, still holding tight to his neck, I wrap my legs around him. I hug him, holding him close like I wanted to do in the pool this morning. “Okay––I guess you’ll do instead.”
“You bet, I’m definitely an all-Aussie man.” With a thrust of his hips, I can feel every bit of this Aussie man, and I want more. Having made the decision to go for it with Scott one more time, I’ll be making sure our afternoon and night will be one neither of us will forget for a long time to come.
“Modest too by the sounds of it,” I tease him with a wriggle of my hips, so his cock nestles between my thighs.
Tilting his head to the side, he places his hand on the back of my head as he slowly presses his lips to mine with a soft, lingering kiss, before gently teasing my lips apart with the tip of his tongue.
The sweetness of his kiss is as devastating as the plundering of his mouth on mine last night. He threads his fingers through my hair, holding my head back giving him free access to my neck, shoulders, and the swell of my breasts.
His fingers now on the back of my neck, make quick work of releasing the tie of my bikini top and his head descends to take one of my bared nipples into his mouth. I clasp tighter to his head as he licks and sucks on the peak while his hand massages my other breast. With the ache building between my thighs, I beg Scott unashamedly for more.
He raises his head briefly from my chest as he brags, “Oh, baby, there is plenty more where that came from.” Then he reaches down to slide his fingers under the edge of my bikini pants, and into my pussy. Plunging two fingers deep inside me before returning to flick his tongue across my nipples, driving me wilder.
Unleashing a moan from deep within me, I plead again for him to give me more. And he gives me more, rubbing his thumb roughly across my clit. I’m so close as I feel my inner walls tensing and the orgasm start to take over my entire body. My hands clench his head as every other muscle in my body tenses in ecstasy.
And still, he continues, unrelenting to the point where I don’t think I can take any more of the pleasure pulsing through my body. I shout his name, along with a string of expletives.
Scott raises his head, and slowly releases his fingers from my body, pulling me back into his arms, to rest my head against his chest as my breathing slowly returns to normal.
“Oh my god, that was amazing,” I gasp out.
“Too right. And it was a good thing we were in the water because I just came in my shorts. I haven’t done that since I was sixteen.”
Giggling at his admission, I tell him, “I didn’t realize, so you could have kept that embarrassing little fact to yourself.”
“Why would I do that. I want you to know what you do to me. This may only be one more time, but I want you to know this thing between us, is honest and real.”
“Thanks, I feel the same way.”
“Do you have the energy for a snorkel still? I can run up and grab the gear off the beach.” Seeing the eagerness in his face, I happily agree, besides my muscles could do with a relaxing float.
Chapter 16
Scott
I’mwaytoolazyto move. And why would I, when I’m gently swaying in a hammock, naked apart from a large blanket and wrapped up with a beautiful similarly naked woman in my arms.
It’s late afternoon and we’re still at our private cove. The raucous buzzing of cicadas in the nearby tropical gardens filling the warm late afternoon air. I twirl another strand of Jasmine’s hair through my fingers, watching it fall softly across my knuckles, and for the first time in a long time, a sense of well-being washes over me.
