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‘Yes,’ she panted. ‘Yes.’
Ari withdrew and thrust again and she said, ‘Beautiful. It’s so beautiful, Ari.’
‘No.’ Ari shook his head as he picked up the rhythm, squashing her breasts against the side of the pool, the water swirling around them like a whirlpool. ‘You’re beautiful,’ he muttered. ‘You’re a goddess.’
He thrust deeper –harder– as his orgasm rippled up from the root of his cock, hotter than the Mykonos sun. His fingers found her clit, flying over the top, making her buck, making her moan and cry out, ‘Ari, Ari,Ari,’ her throat moving convulsively as the tight, hot sheath of her gloved him, milking his climax straight out of his balls.
Diamonds of sunshine spilled around him. Diamonds in the sea and the air and the pool. Diamonds in her hair.
A kaleidoscope of pleasure as he joined her in the rapture.
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Kelsey smiled as Ari swam up behind her, joining her at the infinity edge again. He fit around her perfectly and she revelled in all his solid, naked flesh.
She’d had the most divine few hours of her life. Swimming with Ari, chatting about Mykonos and laughing over his funny Greek stories. Eating olives and Dolmades and the most divine Spanakopita. Sipping a cool locally grown white wine as they lazed in the sunshine andmade outin the pool.
She sighed, already sad that today was going to end. Ari dropped a kiss on her shoulder. ‘She’s magnificent, isn’t she?’
Kelsey’s gaze came back into focus and she realised she’d been staring at theHellenic Spirit. ‘Why are ships always chick names?’
‘Ah, the age-old question.’ Amusement laced his voice as his lips nuzzled back and forth between her neck and shoulder, his breath warm as it fanned over her skin, spreading prickles of awareness down to the hardening tips of her nipples. ‘Some say it’s because a ship is a vessel, like a woman is a vessel for a child.’
She shuddered. ‘That’s some kind of patriarchal bullshit.’
‘Yes.’ He laughed. ‘I prefer the more poetic explanation.’
‘And what’s that?’
‘The whimsy of men. Personifying objects of beauty with feminine characteristics.’
‘Hmmm.’ Kelsey wasn’t sure that sounded much better, but her eyes hurt from the beautyall around her and she didn’t want to ruin the mood. She wanted to soak up every nuance of this glorious day.
‘Your boss must be rich,’ she said as her eyes lazily followed the wake of a small boat, foaming white against the brilliant blue.
His lips lifted from where they’d been teasing. ‘He’s… not short of a quid.’
She sighed, remembering how comforting it had been when she’d thought she had money to burn. ‘That must be nice.’
‘To be rich?’
‘Yeah.’
‘You want to be rich?’
‘No. Not really. I was rich, once… for a while, anyway. It didn’t bring me much joy. I’d settle for comfortably off.’
‘You were?’
‘Well…’ She gestured to the view before them. ‘Not filthy rich, no. But my grandmother died and left me and my mother a sizeable inheritance.’
‘Which you… don’t have now?’
‘Nope.’
He rested his chin on her shoulder. ‘What happened?’
‘My ex happened.’