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Her stare was bright. “It’s almost like I do it on purpose,” she declared with mock innocence.
She grabbed the front panels of my open shirt and yanked me closer. “C’mon. I need to feel your hands on me.Inme.”
I unfastened the clasp that had secured her halter top at the base of her neck. The fabric slipped loose, revealing her breasts. My mouth found them instantly—her nipples already swollen and sensitive. I suckled and licked, tugging softly with my lips and teeth, and drew out the prettiest sounds from her equally pretty mouth.
My hand found its way back between her thighs, beneath her skirt. I slid two fingers between her folds, easing them inside with practiced care. The gasp she gave let me know she’d been wetter than I’d realized.
Eva moaned as I began to finger-fuck her against the wall. Her head fell back and her leg wrapped tighter around me, pulling us together so that our hips touched.
My fingers moved faster with every thrust. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the air along with our heavy breathing.
“God, I love your fingers,” she groaned.
Her breathy praise was my favorite sound.
“Deeper,” Eva murmured. “I want to feel you deeper.”
I obliged, sliding my fingers further into her as she gasped in response. Her hips began to buck against me, meeting every thrust of my fingers as she sought to deepen the penetration.
“Harder,” she breathed. Her eyes locked on mine, fierce and burning. “Fuck me harder.”
I gave her everything. I increased the pace and pressure of my strokes, feeling Eva’s muscles tense up in response. My thumb found its way to her clit, rubbing gently at first, then with more pressure as Eva’s cries grew louder. She gasped, a loud andalmost surprised noise, each time I curled my fingers inside of her.
Her control slipped with every thrust. “Yes, like that,” she moaned. “Don’t stop, don’t stop ...”
The sounds she made—raw and unfiltered—were good for my ego, but they were also definitely loud. I hoped for good insulation between the resort rooms. There was no question as to what we were doing in our room.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I grunted, my fingers never faltering. “I love how you feel around my fingers.”
Eva’s leg tightened around me, holding me in place as she rode my fingers with abandon. “Now, Lex,” she demanded. “Make me come now.”
I pounded into her with renewed intensity, feeling Eva’s muscles coiling tighter and tighter as she strained towards release. She convulsed around my fingers in a rush of heat and sound—body shaking, voice rising.
“Yes … oh, God… yes!”
The walls didn’t stand a chance against her cries. Let the whole resort wonder. There was no mistaking what was happening in our room.
AndGod, I hoped the night was just getting started.
Chapter
Three
The resort’s workout facility was tucked in a quiet corner of the property, overlooking the beach, all glass walls and pristine equipment. But even here, people couldn’t resist a few curious glances. I wasn’t surprised. Eva’s face was everywhere these days—endorsements for sneakers, sports drinks, even the occasional luxury brand. She was impossible to miss, and even those who didn’t know exactly who she was recognized her from somewhere.
I glanced around as we warmed up, feeling the familiar unease from their sideways stares. It was more than a look; it was a question. Their collective gazes shifted between us, lingering just a little longer on me, like they wanted to place who I might be, too.
“Something wrong?” Eva asked, snapping me out of it as she started on the rowing machine. The muscles in her arms and back rippled under the steady rhythm.
“Nothing,” I replied, stepping onto the treadmill beside her. “Still getting used to the staring, I guess.”
Eva let out a quiet laugh, her pace not breaking. “You’ll get used to it. And if not, you can always run faster.”
I smirked, kicking up my speed. “No days off, huh?”
She tugged harder on the rowing cord and exhaled. “Damn right. Everyone gets twenty-four hours. How are you going to use yours?”
Our days and nights at the all-inclusive resort had quickly taken the shape of something that resembled a routine. Cardio and lifting weights in the morning. Pool time, sometimes followed by a massage. Dinner at one of the resort’s many restaurants. Sex until my muscles no longer functioned.Repeat. Even on vacation we were creatures of habit. Rather than monotony, though, it gave me comfort.
