The first touch of Hannah’s lips sends a shock through my body like I’ve never felt before. We’re in a cavern that looks like it was carved out by nature for just this moment. The way the crystals glitter with a rainbow of light plays across her skin as I pull her close, her wet tank top peeling away from her skin as we tug at each other’s clothes. Lifting up, I kiss her skin, the refreshing taste of the spring water cool and electric on my tongue.

Hannah leans her head back, and I kiss and suck on her throat, crushing her to my body as I relish the feeling of her breasts pushed against my chest. For all of her strength, she feels fragile, like a hummingbird under my fingers as I cup her ass and grind against her, my desire growing with every beat of my heart, my cock straining inside my shorts. The cave floor outside the small pool at the entrance is smooth and water-worn, and as we sink to the cool stone floor, it feels natural to kneel together, kissing and tasting each other’s skin as I strip off her tank top and bra, bending down to nibble at her breasts.

Hannah moans when my tongue wraps around her right nipple, running her fingers through my hair as she gets lost in the pleasure. I suck harder, savoring the hard tip between my lips, running my tongue around and around until she’s gasping. Grinning, I switch to the other side while laying her back, sucking on her breast while tugging and pinching the just abandoned nipple.

“Fuck, that feels so . . .” Hannah moans before her words are lost in the whimpers and cries of pleasure. I feast on her body, stroking my hands over every inch of her stomach and legs, exploring with my touch. Her whimpers are music to my ears as our bodies press together. Sliding her shorts and panties down her legs, I feel like I’m on the verge of something life changing.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur in the dim light of the cave as I look at Hannah’s body. I mean it, too. Each curve is just the right size, every mark in just the right place to make her even more beautiful than the inch before it.

Hannah bites her lip, smiling at me. “Do you have protection?”

I blink, stunned, and hunt in the pocket of my shorts. My wallet is soaked, but I haven’t been carrying much cash recently anyway, and I’m glad that putting my wallet in my shorts is as natural as combing my hair in the morning. Pulling it open, I see inside the inner pocket a condom, still sealed in its foil wrapper. I pull it out with a triumphant smile, like I just discovered El Dorado or something. “We’re in luck!”

Hannah laughs and stretches out, her breath catching as I push my shorts down and my cock springs free. She blinks, reaching out with her hand to wrap her fingers around my stiff, throbbing dick like she’s never seen anything like it before. I wrap my hand around hers and help her stroke me, showing her that the long, thick length is for real.

“That’s it, feel me,” I whisper as I lie down, cupping Hannah’s pussy and massaging her with my fingers. I rub her clit lightly with my palm, my hand tickled lightly by the trimmed dusting of hair she keeps. Moaning, she strokes my cock with a feather-light touch. Rubbing her pussy lips in small circles, I get my fingers wet before sliding two fingers inside her, finding the ridge inside her that makes her body jerk with the lightest of touches. “So that’s what you like . . .”

“Please, don’t stop,” Hannah whispers as I rub her clit and the spot inside her, kissing and sucking on her neck. Her body starts to tremble, and her fingers grow tighter on my cock as she starts to lose control, almost painfully tight as she grows closer. “Tony . . . Tony . . .”

“Come for me, Hannah,” I whisper in her ear, licking the curve of the pink shell. “Show me how much you want my cock.”

Her hips jerk, and her back arches as she starts to come, her stomach tightening before she moans deep in her chest, her pussy squeezing my fingers. I kiss her strongly, pulling my fingers out and sliding the condom down my aching cock before turning her over. “Wait . . . I need a minute . . .”

“You’re on my time now,” I growl, lifting her hips and rubbing my cock all around her pussy, giving her at least a few seconds of respite. Hannah doesn’t protest, moaning instead as the broad, thick head of my cock rubs over her clit and I pull back, lining myself up. I’m tempted to slam inside in one deep, quick thrust. I want her so fucking badly, but something makes me pull back at the last second, instead going in slowly. I shiver as every tight, wet inch of Hannah’s pussy wraps around my cock, our bodies joining as one. Her blonde hair hangs in strings as I pull her back onto me, groaning at the feel of her. “You’re worth a year’s wait.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Hannah moans as I pull back and thrust again, this time harder, taking her and claiming her as mine. She gasps, squeezing her pussy around my cock as I start pumping in and out of her. My hands hold her waist tightly, not letting her move as I take her, speeding up before slowing down and pleasuring her with long, slow strokes. I grind deep inside her, letting her feel me stretch her body in ways she’s never felt, and she shivers, whispering my name blindly, reaching back for me. I let go of her waist to grab her wrists, holding on as I start stroking in and out again.

I don’t know how much time passes. The magic atmosphere of the cave seems to make time stop as I thrust in again and again, our moans and words blurred and echoing off the walls. All I know is that my cock feels harder, longer, and fuller than it’s ever been in my life. Sweat trickles down my chest and over the ridges of my stomach muscles as I begin to pound her, Hannah’s ass smacking with every hard thrust. Her body shakes as we go faster and faster, so hard that I can feel the impact of our hips with every thrilling stroke of my throbbing cock deep inside her. “Hannah . . .”

“Yes, Tony! Yes!” Hannah cries, her pussy squeezing my cock again, pushing me over the edge. I pull her tight, thrusting hard one last time as I come, filling the condom as her body shakes and she cries out, our screams of orgasm harmonizing and filling the cave.

I pull Hannah up, my cock still inside her as I pant, overcome with the feeling of what we’ve done. And no matter what, I can’t let this be the only time. I have to have her again.

* * *

My hand is splayed across Hannah’s lower back when we return to Wesley’s bamboo mansion. After our session at the falls, we went to the bank to dry out and talk before beginning the trek down. Wesley still hadn’t come, and our stomachs drove us as much as the desire to spend more time with just the two of us.

I’m not sure what it was, but it was like the floodgates opened with Hannah afterward. She talked to me like I was an old friend, telling me about her life, dreams, and goals in general. I swear I was hanging on to her every word on our descent, enchanted by how we’re both similar and complimentarily different.

“I really enjoyed our . . . time together,” she tells me quietly as we cross the main yard toward the huge wooden doors. “It was . . . more than I expected.”

“Thank you,” I say, taking her hand and kissing it, garnering a blush. “I enjoyed it, too.”

We walk into the living room and see Cassie chilling in a makeshift hammock, her ankle bandaged and hanging off the side. She doesn’t look bothered at all, leafing through a Hawaiian tourism magazine and humming No Scrubs. Or at least that’s what I think the song is.

“Cass, how are you feeling?” Hannah asks with concern, pulling away from me to go to her side.

“Oh, so now you two come back,” Cassie says teasingly, looking up from her magazine and fixing us with a fake scowl. “Got any Trojans left in your pocket?” she asks me in an accusatory tone. “I could hear you two all the way down here.”

I chuckle, shaking my head at her ridiculousness. She’s right, but there’s no fucking way she heard, and I’m not a kiss and tell kind of guy, at least not with Hannah. Hannah’s face goes red. “Seriously, how’s your ankle?”

Cassie brushes away her worry with a gesture. “It’s nothing, a little bruise. Alani fixed me up good. Said if I don’t put any pressure on it for the next few hours, I should be fine by tomorrow. She even hooked me up with this and all the tropical drinks I can enjoy. It’s like Vegas and Honolulu wrapped up in one.”

Hannah sighs in relief. “Thank God.”

Hannah looks around. “Where’s Caleb?” she asks suspiciously.

As if summoned by the question, Caleb appears in the doorway carrying a stack of wood, Wesley coming in behind him. “Right here,” he says, walking over to the side of the room and then lowering the wood to the floor with a grunt. “Though I think my ears are bleeding from being yapped at the whole time down. I think I’m going deaf,” he says as he grabs one ear and wiggles it, giving Cassie an amused glare.

Cassie sticks her tongue out at him. “Oh, shut up, you know you love me. Find me some grapes and maybe I’ll let you feed them to me, cabana boy.”

Caleb snorts. “Oh, I’ll feed you something all right, but it won’t be grapes. I knew I should’ve abandoned you.”

Meanwhile, Wesley gives us an evaluating look, sizing us up and seeing us all eager to see who ‘won’. “It’s a tie. You each get one point.”

Disappointment flows across Hannah’s face while Cassie whines, “Aw man, that sucks! But I’ll take it. It’s better than a loss.”

Hannah glares at her. “You’d really complain when I did all the work?”

Cassie nods. “Being carried down the mountain by this sweaty, muscly jerk was a pain in the ass. Literally. He kept bouncing me. I think he just liked feeling my tits rub against his back.”

“Okay, screw abandoning you. I should’ve dropped you on your head,” Caleb retorts.

I have to laugh at the shenanigans. Caleb and Cassie are intent on needling each other, and the longer it goes on, the longer I can see that they’re engaged in a game of one-upmanship.

“So tell me about the hike,” Wesley says, peering at us with interest. “What was your favorite part?”

Hannah looks at me and blushes fiercely. We both know damn well what our favorite part was. And just remembering exploring her body makes my blood run hot. Being inside her in that beautiful sacred space was what dreams are made of.

“I–I, uh, er . . .” Hannah mumbles, at a loss for words, her face flaming.

“And that’s exactly how she sounded while she was up there with her arms around Anthony,” Cassie accuses. “I uh, er arrrrgh gargle . . . cookie monster.”

Caleb busts out laughing, but I pretend not to notice, clearing my throat and recounting our finding the cave and everything else—minus the hot sex, of course.

Wesley is silent when I’m done, digesting my words. Finally, he speaks. “So you both experienced the remarkableness of nature. What was the most beautiful?”

“Hannah was.” I’m shocked as the words leave my lips of their own volition and silence fills the room. Hannah is staring at me in open-mouthed shock.

Shit, that was supposed to be in my head. I can’t believe I just said that.

My admission doesn’t seem to shock Wesley, though, and he smiles at me. “Maybe the magic of the land has found a home in you, after all.” He studies me quietly, and for some reason, I feel uncomfortable in his peaceful gaze. After a moment, he looks at us all. “Go rest, and change into something more relaxing.” Bowing his head, he leaves the room, and I’m left with Hannah’s still shocked but touched eyes, Cassie’s mischievous smirk, and Caleb’s accusatory glare.

Great. Now everybody fucking knows what happened up there.