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Lila gasped at the contact, pressing her body to his in return as he slammed the door closed and covered her mouth with his.

Lips locked, he encircled her in his arms and she did the same.

Just like that, the world fell away.

They didn’t have to hide anymore, so they tasted each other slowly, sensually, not a care in the world but the exploration of each other.  A soft chuckle escaped his lips when their tongues swirled.

“Damn,” he whispered, pulling away just to dive back in again, lips lingering on hers for what felt like a beautiful lifetime.  “You’re amazing, Lila James.”

She moaned against his lips, letting him dive deeper and accepting the chills that his strong kiss elicited.  She felt every whirl, accepted every shudder, and surrendered to every sensation he brought alive in her without fight.

“Make love to me, Chase.  Right now.  Please.”  She pulled her lips from his and cupped his face.  “My pussy’s so wet for you, baby.  I want it so bad.”

Chase pushed his forehead against hers, lips swollen, eyes shut.  “Not yet.”

She moaned her impatience.

Once again, the battle against his will, against the path he wanted to take, against the wood pushing to escape his zipper, was hard won.

“Soon.”

“Tonight.” She reached between their bodies and cupped him.

He hissed, clenching his teeth.  “Definitely tonight, baby.”

She came to her toes and covered his lips with hers once more.  Again, she took her time, felt every feeling, let her lips travel along his without haste, without fear. 

“Your lips taste so good,” she said.  “I bet the rest of you tastes even better.”

He exhaled audibly, watching her from under his hooded eyelids for a moment longer before placing one last, quick kiss on her lips, and reaching between their bodies.

Lila’s eyes followed his hand as he entwined his fingers with hers, squeezing tight.

She squeezed back.

The smile on his face was adorable.  “I’ve always wanted to do this.”  He tightened his fingers.

“How’s it feel?” she asked.

“Feels good.”

“You think
this
feels good…” She trailed off.

He breathed deep, begging for control.  “Come on…” He pulled at her hand, waiting for her to follow him up the walkway to the front door of the house.

If Lila thought the outside of the house was excessively modern, it was only because she’d yet to see the inside.  Chase held the front door open for her, and she took in the entryway as she stepped through.  The open floor plan was bright and airy.  She could see the beach from the doorway, gleaming in at her from the floor to ceiling windows that led out back.  Beige couches with pillows in various muted colors were situated in a square in the living room, flanked by a floating white staircase.

An all white kitchen owned the entire left side of the main floor.  The state of the art stainless steel appliances were the perfect complement to the glossy white cabinets.

Lila kicked off her flats and wiggled her toes against the concrete floor, turning to Chase just as he closed and locked the door.

His eyes met hers, and he zeroed in like a zombie in a trance, eyes shining.

“This house definitely doesn’t say Bitsy Holloway to me.”

Chase grinned.  “Probably because Frank did everything.  He built the house from the ground up, and Bitsy came and kicked off her shoes when it was all done.  Kind of the way you did just now.”  He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her body to his.

She felt him breathe in deep when her ass brushed against the perpetual bulge in his jeans, wondering why he was so keen to torture himself, and her.  As they began making their way into the living area, still locked in each other’s arms, she made sure to swirl her ass against him with more force than necessary. 

He hissed in response to her games, pressing his lips into her neck.  If he wanted to torture himself, that was fine, but Lila didn’t like to leave her itches unscratched.  At the moment, he was her biggest itch of all.

They came to a stop at the windows on the other end of the house, looking out at the glittering waters of the Atlantic Ocean.  There was no pool, and hardly a backyard.  With beachy waters crashing less than 20 feet away from the backdoor, a yard wasn’t needed.

Lila’s eyes fluttered shut as Chase continued to suck

at her neck.  He’d found her spot, the crook between her neck and her collarbone, the spot that made her body instantly respond.  The sun’s heat vibrated into her skin as he tasted her. Soon, she was wondering if the heat pumping through her was from the sunlight, or the man sucking her neck like it was the last meal he’d ever have.

She reached a hand up over her head and cupped the back of his, tilting her neck.

He accepted the invitation, opening his mouth wider over the hot skin.  One of his hands came up and cupped her breast as he devoured her, teeth digging into her skin as he squeezed.

Whimpering, Lila reached behind her and covered his bulge.

“I’ve dreamed about you for too long, baby.”  His second hand joined the first, taking the weight of her lonely breasts in a loving grip.  He used his leverage to pull her closer, breathing her in.  “I just want to enjoy this.”

When she popped open the button of his jeans, he pulled back with a laugh.

She turned to him as he moved away, tucking her fingers into his waistband and getting the zipper down in moments.

“Lila,” he breathed, smiling against her lips when she crashed hers to his, dipping her hand into his boxers.  “Let’s change first.”

She pulled her lips away.  “Change?”

“Let’s change into our swimsuits.”  He took her hands, stopping her just before she got to his dick.  “I want to go swimming.”

Lila stood tall, watching the playful gleam in his eye while biting her lip.

He was definitely torturing her on purpose.

And two could play that game.

--

Lila peeled her t-shirt over her head, followed quickly by her cargo shorts.  Each item of clothing flew across the all white, contemporary bathroom.  Her t-shirt disappeared inside of the soaking tub, and her shorts came to a stop next to one of the two floating sink bowls.  Both bowls were the same color blue as the ocean splashing away outside the large corner windows, and were the only two objects in there that weren’t perfectly white.

Chase, having shown her to the bathroom just minutes before, had yet to make a full exit.  He lingered in the hallway outside the door, watching her peel away her clothes, enslaved by the sight.

Lila held his eyes once she was in just her red bra and panties, matching red toes dancing against the white tiles as she bit her lip and reached both arms behind her back, taking her bra clasp between her fingers.

Chase bit his lip, as well, eyes falling to the full cups of her bra as she released the back clasp.  The cups gave a bit, but didn’t fall away.  He cringed in anticipation, desperate for her to pull the straps down her arms, to pull the cups away, and reveal her completely naked breasts to him for the first time.  He’d seen them spilling out of her shirt, over her bra, but he’d yet to see them completely bare, nothing but chocolate brown skin, dark nipples, and bumpy areolas.  His tongue soaked to taste a meal he’d yet to see.

Lila ran her fingers along the inside of the straps, fixing to pull them off her arms, and then she suddenly pulled her hands away.

He blinked as if awoken from a deep sleep, looking up to meet her eyes just as she crossed the bathroom and took the door in her hand.

“I’m sorry.  I almost forgot,” she whispered, smiling devilishly.  “We’re taking this slow.”

“Oh, come on.”  He made a pained expression, eyebrows knitting together just as the bathroom door slammed closed in his face.

With a soft smile, Lila continued getting undressed, quickly changing into her lime green bikini in her haste to get back to the man hurting on the other side of the door.

15

She’d never met a man whose favorite thing to do was hold her hand.  Chase hadn’t verbalized it, but his actions spoke for him.  Even when it made more sense not to have their fingers entwined, even if life would be worlds easier if they just released each other and got on with it, neither of them did.  Lila tried, once or twice, only to feel his fingers tightening, refusing to free her.

She chortled as they stumbled down the house’s floating staircase, gripping his fingers when she almost tripped.  The smarter move would’ve been to surrender each other’s hands and hold on to the stair’s railing, but he wouldn’t release her.

She didn’t even want him to.  Falling down a flight of slippery stairs and cracking her skull on the concrete floor seemed a small price to pay when up against the thought of letting go of Chase’s hand.

Thankfully, they made it to the first floor without event, fighting and playing in their swimsuits as they stepped out into the beautiful afternoon sun.

Lila screamed when he bent down and took her over his shoulder, carrying her across the forty-foot deck and towards the stairs.  The staircase sliced through a deep hill of large black rocks, and straight into the fine white sands of the beach.

Only when he was knee deep in the cool ocean waters did Chase put Lila back on her feet, covering her lips with his.

Lila sighed into the kiss, running the tips of her fingers along the taut muscles of his abdomen, lingering at the white tie of his swim shorts. 

They splashed in the water for hours.  Every crash of the waves stole all thoughts of the outside world, until nothing else counted, nothing but him and her. 

The sun was setting when they made it back to the sand, drenched in salt water and breathless from their play. 

Lila found herself slung over his shoulder for the millionth time that afternoon, kicking her legs as he carried her out of the water.

He collapsed onto his knees, watching her fall onto her back with a laugh, her dark hair fanning out against the sparkling sand.  He dug his fingers into her sides.  She screamed out, laughing with all of her teeth, still out of breath, overwhelmed as he tickled her from the unbearably sensitive spot under her arms, down her wiggling sides, and even as low as her jerking feet.  The moment he got her feet in his hands she nearly kicked his teeth out, screaming bloody murder when he ran a single finger down the soft bed.

His eyes beamed brighter than the rapidly setting sun, and he decided to cut her some slack before he took a foot to the face.  Falling into the sand next to her, the side of his arm brushing against hers, he followed her gaze up to the sky.  A few clouds moved slowly across, but not enough to dampen the sun’s rays or the mood.

Chase was sure nothing could dampen this mood.  Not even if those clouds did decide to multiply, darken, and take possession of the sun. He turned his head and saw his real sunlight shining right there next to him.  He knew she would always be there when the darkness swept in, striking him with her rays.

“I’m happy.”  Lila spoke his thoughts out loud.  Her breathing was slowing, full breasts rising and falling to an easier rhythm the moment she whispered her admission.

“I’m really happy.” Chase was startled when tears stung his eyes.  When she began to turn her head, he covered her lips with his before she could see the effect she had on him--the absolute supremacy over every bone in his body and every drop of blood rushing through his veins.

She moaned her approval, immediately parting her lips under his, taking the kiss to the next level.

He came up to his elbow, facing her, and she followed his lead.  They adjusted their bodies to accommodate the kiss, moving to their sides.  Lila inched across the sand to get closer, and his fingers trailed along her hipbone before circling around to her back, tugging her hips to his.

“Oh god,” he breathed against her lips, hardness compelled to her stomach.

Lila’s eyes fluttered closed when his warm lips moved from her mouth to her neck.  He drew in the tender skin there, taking it between his teeth gently before shooting up to her ear and claiming it with his greedy mouth as well.

Her pussy ached with more vigor every second his lips were on her, touching pieces of skin they never had before. They traveled down below her collarbone, setting off an electrical spark in each place they hit, leaving his permanent mark.

His tongue spun against her skin to get a taste of every inch.  He moaned as the saltiness of her skin and the seawater teased his taste buds, making him ache for more. Moving along her heaving stomach, it swirled out to lap at her belly button.  She fell onto her back, and he followed, as if his tongue was glued to her skin.

Shots of light fired under her eyelids when he looked up and met her eyes.  He moved his hot kisses even lower, sucking at the valley between her naval and her bikini bottoms before drawing the tight skin between his teeth.

His lips worked on her stomach as his fingers trickled back up. 

She barely felt the beds of his fingers moving against her skin, but she
felt
it.  Just enough to send a shiver across her body that settled in comfortably at her pussy, which was now pulsating with need.

His roving hand came to a stop just under her weighty breasts, the other clawing at her waist.  He took the band of her bikini bottoms between his teeth while covering her breast in time, squeezing tenderly.

Her back arched, eyes never leaving his as they gleamed with silent approval.

He gave the front clasp of her bikini top one quick flick.  It snapped open, falling a few inches apart as the weight of her breasts pushed them down towards the sand.

It wasn’t enough.  Chase was back on top of her in an instant, bracing his arms on either side.  He took in the picture she made, brown body writhing in the sand, shuddering languidly with deep desire in her eyes, bikini top popped open, giving him just a hint of her dark areolas.

With quivering fingers, Chase took one side of the top and peeled it away, then the other.  When she was revealed to him completely, for the first time, he was frozen.  Only when she cupped his cheeks, causing her breasts to push together, did he dive in.  He gripped them both firmly and pressed them together before covering a pert nipple with his lips, sucking until it grew harder still under his swirling tongue.  With a pained groan and an impassioned frown to match, he released it from his lips with a smack.  He moved to the other and gave it the same treatment, breathing in every shudder she expelled in response, eyes watching her as he sucked the second nipple with a bit more vigor than the first.