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Chase wrapped his arms around her, taking her hands in his.

Robe forgotten, Lila entwined their fingers, her moans now coming in time with his as he worked her to oblivion.

Her walls grew slicker with each thrust, and Chase found himself forgetting to breathe.  Every few moments, he’d release a short, strangled moan, before he’d go back to holding his breath, once more.  He was unable to focus on anything but her hot pussy tugging him, how good it felt, and that this was Lila. The simple act of breathing seemed insignificant. He groaned when his body gave over to the pleasure he could no longer fight, the blinding need, the warmth, and against all his will, he pushed harder, gritting his teeth.  He couldn’t finish before she did.

“I want you to cum, Lila.  Will you cum for me?”

Lila couldn’t answer.  She’d managed to get the robe off her arms, leaving her in just the bikini bottoms, which were still wrapped around her ankles. Currently bent over, and in the process of screaming into her mattress, she couldn’t find the words to respond to Chase.

Her moans of pleasure were answer enough, and they only intensified when Chase pulled out of her.  The absence of his dick was immediately replaced with his lips and tongue.

She sat up and looked over her shoulder as his lips left her dripping channel, kissing a trail up her back to her parted lips. She accepted his hot kiss, tasting every inch of herself once more. He was motivated, he was skillful, he was downright
nasty,
and she loved every second of it.  She was inspired.  She wanted more, and she didn’t think that would ever stop.  From this day forward, she would always want more of him, would always be waiting with bated breath for whatever he had to give her.

He kissed her heatedly before their eyes met.

“Make me cum, Chase,” Lila breathed, turning around and scooting back onto the bed, smiling as he followed, his hardness eager and present between his legs as he crawled after her. When he was close enough, she took that hardness in her hand and bent down, swallowing the pounding head between her lips.

“Oh my god.” Chase growled, burying his hands in her hair.  His hips twitched as she worked his dick into her warm mouth, taking everything he had not to thrust into her sweet throat.   “Yes, Lila, yes…
fuck.
Jesus.
”
  His moans trembled in the hot air of the room, and he had to pull out for fear he would cum in her mouth.

Her breasts swayed easily as she lay back on the bed, smiling up at him.

Eyes searing into hers, he took the time to tear off the bottoms that, until that moment, they still hadn’t managed to get rid of. He tossed them away, appreciating her fully naked body for the first time.  Watching her below him, breathing deep, torso gyrating, legs spread wide, presenting him with the wetness that had arrested him, he couldn’t help falling between her splayed legs.  He accepted her offer, dipping his dick back inside with ease.

She encircled him again, and he jammed his eyes shut, slamming into her almost violently, his serious eyes taking in her face as she cupped his own.

Lila came with vigor, a ferocity she’d never experienced, and he met her spasms with a thrust each time, unearthing a new loss of control with every sway of his hips, every swipe of his dick.  She lost count of how many times she came.  It wasn’t until she’d given him her last shudder that she realized he’d come too, a lust filled tightness pulling his eyebrows together as he gave one final thrust, mouth parted in awe, before collapsing into her chest.

He heaved.

Relief.

There was no other word for what had just happened in that room.  Years and years of pent up tension had finally been acknowledged.

He pressed his forehead to hers, keeping his eyes jammed shut as he struggled to regain his breath.  Even then, as his dick softened and, heartbreakingly, fell out of her and into the cool air, he was already hungry for more.

“You ruined me,” he breathed, before covering her lips with his, moaning.  He pulled away with regret.  “I’m fucking ruined.”

“I love you,” she said the words before she could stop herself, so shocked at the sound that tears came to her eyes.

He matched them with his own, pressing his forehead to hers and shaking his head softly. “I love you, Lila.”

--

The white soapsuds glowed under the sunlight that crept into the bathroom’s corner window. They ran a watery race down her skin, which was a few shades darker under the morning sun’s blessed kiss.  The bubbles moved passed her swollen areolas, over her puckered nipples, and down her heaving stomach before disappearing under the water where she straddled him.

Chase ran his hands dreamily over her slippery breasts, matching her hooded eyes with a heated look of his own as she reached behind her, under the bubbly water, claimed him, and slipped him between her legs.  He sank deep inside her with ease.

The water in the soaking tub splashed as they rocked together slowly, nearly spilling over the edge. Her arms found purpose around his neck, and his lips over one of her hard, budded nipples.  He moved back and forth as he loved her, sucking each nipple tenderly, staring up at her as he did, moving his hips in time.

He came with a few slow strokes, and she caught his final gasp in her mouth, opening it over his and matching it with one of her own.

“I don’t ever want to live without this,” he whispered.

She moaned when his last thrust came, hard enough to send the water that had been threatening the edge of the tub spilling over.  It splashed to the floor audibly.  With a sigh, she sat up, just enough to let his spent member release itself from her tightness and back into the water.  She pressed her forehead against his and shook her head.

“I’m not ready to go back.”  His eyes jammed closed.

“Me either.”  She moved her kisses to his forehead, down each of his cheeks, his nose, and finally his neck.

He hitched in a breath.  “Nothing this amazing should ever have to be kept secret.”

Lila pulled back and met his eyes, running the backs of her hands along his jaw.  “It’ll only be for a little while.  Just until class is over.”

“Then it’ll be just until you get assistant professor.”  He reached up, water lapping as he cupped her arms.  He held them, and then rubbed at them with the tips of his nails, dragging them up and down her soft skin.  “And then, just until you’re granted tenure.  And then, just until I graduate.  And then, just until I’m in my thirties…”

She pressed her lips to his to stop him from speaking another word, unable to let him continue talking away this beautiful morning.  When she pulled back, she was happy to see that the peace had returned to his eyes.

His green orbs smiled at her before his lips knew to catch up.  Eventually, they did, and his face came alive.

“I’m yours.” When she said the words, his hands disappeared under the water.  She giggled when he palmed her ass.  “I’m yours, and I’m happy.  That’s all that matters, Chase.  You only have another three years at Harvard, maybe more if you remain there for medical school, but we have the rest of our
lives
to show the world what we’re feeling right now.”

The rest of our lives. 
It was enough to calm his breathing, calm his heart, and calm his mind.

“I love you so much,” she whispered, tightening her arms around him so snuggly that her breasts smashed against his chest.

“I love you more.”

“Let’s get out of this water.  It’s getting cold, and we’ve got a long drive back to Cambridge.”

He groaned.

She stood from the water, noticing how his eyes followed every drop that moved down her skin, every sud, until it reached the bubbly water he was still immersed in.

“You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” He looked up at her with big eyes.

She climbed out of the tub with a grin, taking a towel off the rack next to the sink and flanking it around her body, securing it at her breasts.

He frowned to show his disapproval at her covering up, and still didn’t leave the tub even as she brushed her teeth and left the bathroom, shaking her head at his unwavering, worship fueled gaze.

--

Lila didn’t bother dressing after the bath.  Neither did Chase.

He’d found her after, fishing through her duffle bag for a comfortable dress to wear on the drive back to Cambridge, and had promptly found her lips with his, snatching the bag away.

“Fuck Cambridge,” he’d whispered.

It didn’t take long for him to convince her to stay just a little bit longer.

“Just another hour, baby,” he’d begged.  “Please.”

She’d obliged, unsure of how she would ever be able to deny those soft green eyes again.

One hour turned to two, as it often did, and two to four.  Four to five.

They spent the rest of the morning naked, talking, playing, and making love.  They didn’t even stop to eat, not even as their stomachs growled violently with each hour that passed. There was too much fun to be had to waste time on tedious things like food and water.  Surely they didn’t need either one to carry on living.  They only needed each other.  They were too wrapped up in exploring each new dimension they’d unfolded in their hearts, amazed that they still had so much to learn about each other.  Once upon a time, they’d been convinced they knew all there was to know.

They lay nude on the private beach, side by side.  Lila was on her back, facing the sky, and Chase on his side, facing her. Her head was cradled in the crook of his elbow, watching their entwined fingers play together with the cloudy sky as their backdrop.

It looked like rain. In fact, rain was clearly inevitable, but neither made the move to stand, or even lift their heads.

If it rained, they’d get wet.

With his free hand, Chase followed the circular path her dark brown areola made, watching his fingers trace each perfect circle delicately, back and forth.  Every now and again, he’d play her nipples under the beds of his fingers, watching serenely as they budded to life, and then he’d resume tracing the mound, entranced by its beauty.

If they hadn’t just finished making love in the sand, he’d take her again.

He would never be satiated.

When her stomach growled audibly, a smile pushed his lips.

“Me too,” he said, as if her growling stomach had been speaking straight to him.

“I don’t want to get up,” Lila spoke, with closed eyes.  “I’d rather starve to death.”

“Me too.”

Then,
his
stomach growled.  If it was even possible, it complained louder than Lila’s.

That spurred her eyes open.

He clenched her hand from where she’d been playing her fingers against his, already seeing in her eyes what she was about to say.

“Let’s go on in,” she said.

He buried his face in her neck and moaned in distress.

“We’ve got to pull something together in the kitchen.  We’re already going to be exhausted on the drive back to Cambridge tonight.  We can’t be hungry too.”

“Then let’s
not
drive back.”  He trailed warm kisses from the space under her ear to her collarbone, making a beeline to her breasts.  Having teased them with his fingers for nearly an hour, he finally succumbed to one of the stiff, pleading nubs, drawing it between his lips and swirling it with his tongue.  It muffled his next words.   “Let’s stay here forever.”

Lila’s eyes fluttered closed, once more, and she nearly entertained that idea.

Her stomach growled, again.

Chase met her gaze, nipple still implanted between his lips, and matched her laugh.  His eyes closed tightly as the laughter nearly overwhelmed him.  Soon, her nipple had fallen from between his lips as his happiness, paradoxically, rendered him unable to keep hold of it.

--

On her way into the house, Lila swiped up her silk robe from where she’d left it hanging along the railing of the deck.  Chase’s white swim trucks hung next to her robe, and she turned towards the water as she slipped the silk over her arms.  He was still on the beach, stretching naked in the sand.  His hard muscles rolled under his skin with every stretch, reminded her of what a beautiful man he’d grown into.

She tightened the robe around her body, hoping that Frank and Bitsy had enough food in the fridge to feed him.  If he was hungry enough, Chase could eat a horse, and they’d been neglecting themselves in the name of love making for nearly twenty-four hours.  Whatever was in that fridge, she concluded, would not be there for much longer.

Turning back to the house, Lila slid open the sliding glass door and stepped inside.

The sight that met her stopped her cold.

Bitsy Halloway and her husband, Frank, were just closing the front door of the house.  Rows of suitcases lined the foyer.

Lila froze in mid-step.

Bitsy was the first to see her, just happening to look towards the backyard as Frank was removing his windbreaker.  Her blue eyes went wide in shock the moment they landed on Lila.  For a moment, she seemed frightened.

Blind as a bat, she adjusted her bifocals, frowning, taking a step deeper into the foyer.

It would be almost comical if Lila weren’t so terrified.

Recognition eventually washed over Bitsy, just as Frank turned into the house and caught sight of Lila, as well.

“Lila?” Bitsy beamed in half question, half excitement.  She shook her head in shock, making her short, silver hair wobble.  “What in the world?”

Lila sputtered for something, anything, to say.

“Hello, Lila,” Frank smiled.

Bitsy and Frank were familiar with Lila. Back in Manhattan, she’d spent nearly every moment of her waking life entrenched in the lives of their only two grandsons. Wherever Jack and Chase were, Lila was never far behind.

That was apparently true even outside of Manhattan, at
their
vacation home in Portland, Maine.

As Bitsy and Frank watched her with curious, raised eyebrows, waiting for an explanation, Lila heard the sliding door being pushed open behind her, and her eyes jammed shut.