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I pick her up and lay her down on the sand. "We'll finish this on the ground. I'm going to make you come again, and I don't care who hears you screaming. We aren't finished yet, Nessa."
Chapter Seven
Vanessa
Craig has never been like this before, not in all the years we were married, and I can't deny one simple fact. He's a sex god. Why did he hide that side of himself for so long? I can ask him that later. Right now, I can't think about anything except how incredible it will feel to have him inside me, this new version who drives me insane with pleasure.
He hovers over me on all fours, bracketing my body, and gazes at me as if he's never seen me naked before, like he can't believe I'm actually lying here beneath him. Then he freezes. "Shit. I don't have a condom."
"I've gone through menopause already. Forget the condom and just keep fucking me, please."
"Anything for you, Nessa."
He shouldn't be calling me that, but I won't criticize him for it right now. I need him inside me like I've never needed anything before.
Craig lies down on top of me, careful not to crush me. He brushes wet hair away from my face, gazing at me with an expression I've never seen before, lust and sweetness and determination all mixed up together. He kisses me softly, then paints a trail down my throat with his lips. I can't stop myself from running my hands up and down his back while he takes my earlobe between his teeth and licks it gently. The tenderness of everything he does makes my heart pound and my breaths quicken, almost like I could come just from what he's doing now.
Then he pushes up onto his elbows, pulls his hips back, and thrusts inside me so languorously that my heart thrashes like it wants to leap out of my chest. I can't make any sound except the faint whispering of my breaths that flutter his hair. He buries his face against my throat while he keeps thrusting slowly, like we have the rest of eternity to draw out the pleasure until we both melt into each other.
He presses his mouth to my ear. "Tell me what you want, Nessa. Slow and sensual, hot and hard, or something else."
"I love this, what you're doing now, but..." I can't believe what I'm about to say, because I couldn't have dreamed I would speak the words. "Fuck me hard, Craig, please."
He rises to into a kneeling position, grasps my knees, and lays them over his shoulders. Then he drops onto all fours as he plunges inside me so deeply that I swear I can feel his cock nudging my cervix. That's impossible, since I had a total hysterectomy years ago and no longer have a cervix. But my brain insists that's what I'm feeling, and I'm too far gone to give a damn about reality. I grip his biceps while he pulls almost all the way out, teasing me with with tip of his erection, and finally starts to fuck me the way I'd begged him to do. He punches into me over and over, grunting with every inward lunge, thrusting hard and deep, making me bounce and my tits jiggle.
The suction created by our bodies makes a wet sound that turns me on even more. I'm so aroused that it's almost painful, and I need to come like I've never needed it before, but I don't want this to end. My dueling needs to come and to stave it off trigger desperate noises that burst out of me in the most embarrassing way. I throw my hands above my head and arch my back, sinking my fingers into the warm sand.
Craig circles his hips while he keeps thrusting forcefully, and that motion pushes me over the edge. I tumble off the cliff, my inner muscles pulsating around his cock as my body tenses and fasten my hands on his upper arms. The pleasure steals my breath away. I can't even scream, though my mouth falls open, and my legs fold toward my chest.
He thrusts one more time, holding that position, while his face contorts and a strangled shout bursts out of him. Then he drops onto the sand beside me, on his back, breathing hard. "Was that good for you?"
I turn my head to squint at him, ready to complain about his statement. But then I notice that he's smirking. So instead of bitching, I elbow him in the side. "Very funny. But that wasn't 'good.' It was incredible."
"Yeah, it was hands-down the best we've ever been."
"Why didn't we have sex like this before?"
"I guess divorce makes it hotter."
Maybe it does, but I'd rather not discuss that topic anymore. The lingering tingle between my thighs and the fact that my whole body still feels hypersensitized means I need to change the subject now. One touch of his pinky finger could push me over the edge again.
I wriggle to create some distance between our bodies. "Thank you for that. I needed it. But this was one time, and we will never do it again. Agreed?"
"No, I don't agree. You can't expect me to forget about the incredible sex we had on the beach like it never happened."
"Don't get grumpy with me. I never said we should pretend it didn't happen." I sit up and start brushing the sand off my arms. "Let's just think of this as a nice memory and a final goodbye to our marriage."
"We're stuck on this island together for two weeks. Naked. At a resort that puts out bowls of condoms for the guests." He sits up too, planting one hand on the sand between us, and leans toward me. "Now that I know our chemistry is better than ever, I can't give up on us."
"Sex is not a reliable gauge for our compatibility." I jump up and brush off more sand, though there are some places on my body that I can't clean up without taking a shower. "Please don't make this a big deal, Craig. It was great, but it's over now."
"You've got sand all over your backside too. Better take a dip in the ocean."
Though I hate to admit it, he's right. I can't clean off my backside myself, and I sure as hell won't ask him to do that for me. I'm still too turned on. Before Craig can get any ideas about sweeping the sand off my back, I jog out into the water and plunge under the surface. Just as I spring up again, Craig dives into the swells too and emerges a moment later, grinning at me.
Oh no, I recognize that smile. He wants to seduce me again. This island has clearly affected him in strange ways, turning my laid-back ex into an insatiable beast.
He shakes his head, sending droplets of water raining down on me. "How about lunch? I'm famished."
