“You’re staring,” she said, smiling.
She heard him before she saw him: the soft pad of bare feet, the gentle clink of two sweating glasses.
He paused, kneeling over her, his dark eyes traveling slowly down her body—breasts rising and falling, the soft dip of her waist, the way her thighs parted just slightly, inviting. Sensual Adventures- Episode 5 The Vacation
“I was thinking,” she whispered.
She smiled against his skin and closed her eyes, already dreaming of tomorrow. “You’re staring,” she said, smiling
His hand skimmed her spine, her ribs, the underside of her breast. She arched into his touch, and he watched her face—the flutter of her eyelids, the bitten lower lip, the small, broken exhale when his fingers finally found the heat between her legs.
Their first kiss on the island was unhurried—a slow, searching press of lips that tasted of salt and the wine they hadn’t yet drunk. His tongue slid against hers as his hand slipped lower, bunching the hem of her dress until he found the bare curve of her thigh. “I was thinking,” she whispered
“Day one,” she said sleepily.
He lifted her then—easily, like she weighed nothing—and carried her past the open French doors toward the enormous bed draped in white mosquito netting. The ceiling fan spun lazy circles overhead. Somewhere in the distance, a steel drum band played its final song of the night.
“Don’t.” His hands traced her hip bones through the thin cotton of her sundress. “That’s not why we came here.”
