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Summer
I woke feeling disorientated. Perhaps it was the time difference or the warm breeze that flowed through the room because I’d left the bedroom door open to the balcony outside. I climbed from the bed and pulled on a vest top before making my wayoutside.
The sky was clear and a thousand stars shimmered above me. I leaned on the balcony and listened to the sea as it gently lapped theshore.
“Can’t sleep?” I heard; his voice had startledme.
I turned to see him, dressed just in jeans, sitting astride thedaybed.
“It’s too warm. I guess the time difference has caught up with me. And I need to take my pill, it doesn’t appreciate I’m not in the UK rightnow.”
I was conscious of the fact I wore just a pair of panties and the vest top, but my stomach flipped at the intense stare he gave me. To distract myself, I looked up at thesky.
“That’s Orion’s Belt,” Isaid.
He stood and walked towards me. “Where?”
I pointed. “There,look.”
“I don’t seeit.”
I tried to describe what I was looking at. He stood to my side, close enough for me to smell his musky scent and the slight sweat from his body. His stomach was muscular, and I willed my eyes to keep looking at the sky and not give away that I wanted to take in every plane of hisbody.
I took a step forward. “Stand behind me, look along my arm, and you’ll see what I’m pointing at,” Isaid.
Once he had, I wondered if I’d made a mistake. His body pressed against mine and I felt goose bumps travel over my skin. I felt his breath on my neck as he looked over my shoulder and a spark of static on my skin as he rested his hand on myhip.
“Nope, still don’t see it,” he whispered. His breath caressed myear.
I struggled to keep my finger pointing; my hand had a very slight shake toit.
“Three stars in a straight line, how can you not see that?” I asked, inwardly cursing that there was huskiness to myvoice.
His fingers tightened on my hip as he pulled me tighter to his chest. I prayed I hadn’t imagined the hardness of his cock as I leaned further against him. His breath was a steady rhythm against my neck, and I realised he wasn’t looking along my arm. I slowly loweredit.
I felt his lips very gently brush against the skin just below my ear, and my heart rate increased. I tilted my head slightly away, giving him access. His hand moved from my hip and splayed across my lower stomach, his fingers brushed under the material of my vest top and left a tingle on my skin in theirwake.
His tongue licked a path from my neck to my shoulder, and I failed to stop the moan from leaving my mouth. I bit down on my lower lip to quieten myself. He used his free hand to slide the strap of my top over my shoulder and his lips followed. His cool breath set my skinalight.
I placed my hands on his thighs, gripping his jeans as his mouth moved back up the side of my neck. He nipped, he licked, and he kissed his way back to myear.
I had closed my eyes, absorbing the delicious sensations flowing through my body. My stomach quivered and a heat travelled over my skin. My clitoris throbbed, desperate for his touch. I wanted his hand to move from my stomach, to lower and relieve me of the frustration that was starting tobuild.
I felt a gentle moan against my skin and my heart fluttered in my chest. His hand slowly slid up my stomach, moving my vest up with it. My exposed, flaming skin was cooled by the night breeze. His fingers slid under the material until he found what he was searching for. His hand cupped a breast and his palm ran over my erectnipple.
I gasped as his hand closed around my breast. His kisses to my neck became feverish, and with that my heart rate increased further. My legs started to gently shake at the building orgasm. I’d never been brought to an orgasm that way before. I gripped his thighs tighter as my lips parted and I drew in a deep breath. I ground my backside against his cock and felt his breath quicken, his hand roughly kneaded mybreast.
As his lips moved to the back of my neck, I let my head fall forwards. His hand released my breast from its grip and slid back down my stomach; with his other, he gently pushed my shoulders forward, bending me slightly at the waist as his mouth assaulted my back, my neck, and my shoulders. He wrapped his hand in my hair, pulling it to oneside.
Not one word had been spoken for however long those kisses had taken. It felt like hours. My skin was a mass of static and the throbbing between my legs escalated. I released my grip from one of his thighs and ran it over my hip to the top of my panties. I wasn’t sure I had the courage to pleasure myself but I needed touch, whether it was his ormine.
My wrist brushed gently over his hand and his mouth stilled on myneck.
“Do it,” he whispered. “Fuckyourself.”
I raised my head and leaned back against his chest, as my fingers slid under the band of my panties. His head was on my shoulder, watching. As my fingers met my clitoris, a shockwave rolled over me. He rolled his hips against me as Igasped.
