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My hard-on, however, isn’t going anywhere.

Unfortunately, I can also hear the low murmur of voices on the patio outside. Reluctantly I roll out of bed, trying to erase the lingering dream of Abby’s naked body from my mind as I head for the shower.

It doesn’t work.

I stand under the cascading water, one hand on the tiled wall, unable to think of anything but being inside her, and all too aware that without some kind of fucking miracle, our time here might be the last chance I ever get to lose myself in that paradise.

The door creaks tentatively open.

“Dimitry?” Abby says softly.

I turn my head. The sweet afternoon light silhouettes the long limbs beneath her sarong, turning her hair into spungold. Longing grips me so hard it punches the air from my lungs.

I reach out and pull her beneath the water, taking her gurgle of laughter with my mouth, transforming it to the low, needy moan that drives me insane. I tug at the knot holding the material up and toss the sodden sarong out onto the floor, followed quickly by her bikini. I reach for the liquid soap and pump it into my hand, staring at the long, athletic limbs that look like they’ve been sculpted just for me, at the pink-topped breasts that make my mouth water.

“Turn around.”

Abby’s eyes glaze over. Her lips part slightly, and it’s all I can do not to push her to her knees and thrust my cock between them. She turns, not altogether steadily, and I slowly lather the soap between my hands, my eyes locked to the soft curve of her ass. I put my hands on her hips and she trembles, pushing back toward me.

“Part your legs.”

She moans, leaning against the glass wall that overlooks the bay as she widens her stance, trembling when I place my hands on the back of her thighs. I stroke slowly upward, and her ass pokes toward me, her back arching and legs slowly widening as my thumbs circle higher.

“Oh!” She gasps as my thumbs slide beneath the globes of her ass, then further, to glide along her outer lips and massage the swollen heat between them.

Fuck.My cock leaps savagely. I slide one hand up, along the length of her spine, and she turns her head to capture my fingers in her mouth, her tongue writhing around them until my eyes almost roll back in my head.

I take them from her mouth before I lose it completely and slip my hand around to scissor her nipple between two soapy fingers.

“Oh, God.” Her head goes back, and she quivers as I slowlywork her puffy outer lips with one hand and her nipples with the other. She spreads her legs wider.

“Is there something you want, Skip?” I trail my tongue up her neck, and she tilts her head to the side to allow me better access, her hands sliding as she starts to sway back toward me.

“Keep your hands on the glass.”

She shudders and does as she’s told. Her legs are shaking, spread so wide I can see the glistening coral center of her, swollen and aching.

I glide my shaft against the crack of her ass, and she groans softly.

“You want my fingers.”

Her face nods against the glass, her eyes slitted with lust.

“You’re going to need to say it, Skip.”

The head of my cock is pulsing, my thumb so close to her hot opening it makes my mouth water.

“I want you to touch me.” Her voice is husky.

“Touch you where?” I slide my whole hand beneath her, cupping her silken heat.

She makes a small noise that vibrates all the way to my balls.

“Here?” I slide my fingers on either side of her lips again, and her whole body shakes.

“No!” She pushes her ass further back, and my cock slips up between her cheeks again. “You know what I want,” she pants, her nipple hard between my fingers.

“Say it.” I’m barely holding on.